#jeon wonwoo x female reader

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Beneath the Storm Lies a Gentle Heart

Demon! Jeon Wonwoo x human! female! reader

Warnings: Blood, violence, threats, obsession, possessiveness, implications of intimacy, sort of naked bodies, MDNI, I think that’s it, let me know if I’ve missed anything. 

Wordcount ≈ 15.5k (I got carried away)

Here is the second Halloween special, today I bring you demon Wonwoo who is thirsty for something, but what? I hope you enjoy it! 

This Halloween special is a bit less scary than the Scoups’ one but I hope you like it either way! 

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Third Person POV

The neighborhood street lay beneath a restless sky, its silence shattered only by the distant growl of thunder. The streetlights flickered weakly as if struggling against the growing storm that brewed above, casting long, ghostly shadows on the pavement. Trees swayed violently, their branches like skeletal hands reaching out to the heavens, caught in the whispered promises of chaos.

Behind every window, curtains were tightly drawn. No one dared to peek outside. The air in the houses was thick with fear, the kind that made hearts pound faster, and eyes flicker toward every creak and groan of the house. They knew what was out there. They had heard the stories, the legends of the monsters that came with the storm. They rode the winds, invisible until they chose to show themselves, their breath carried on the gusts that howled through the empty street.

No one could see them, but they could feel their presence—the air felt charged with a malevolent energy like the very night itself had come alive. The houses, once warm and inviting, now seemed like fragile fortresses, barely enough to keep the darkness at bay. Outside, the wind began to howl louder, and with each gust, it seemed as though unseen figures moved closer, their forms hidden just beyond the rain that now drizzled down in cold, biting drops.

The storm was not just weather; it was a harbinger. And the monsters that rode with it? They were the night’s true rulers, ancient and hungry. They thrived in the madness of the storm, waiting for the moment when fear slipped through the cracks in the walls, seeping into dreams and twisting them into nightmares.

Inside, the people clung to each other, silent, knowing that the storm would pass—but not all of them would be there when it did.

(Y/n) sat in her small house at the end of the street, the rhythmic tapping of rain on her windows growing heavier with each passing moment. She glanced outside, where the first flickers of lightning danced across the horizon, illuminating the twisted shapes of trees bending beneath the winds. The storm was coming—she had heard the warnings from her neighbors.

They had seemed strange when she first moved in, whispering about the storm in hushed voices, as if talking too loudly would summon it faster. They told her to lock her doors, stay away from the windows, and hide. ���You won’t survive if you don’t,” they’d said with a grim seriousness that made her laugh awkwardly at the time. Surely it was just a bizarre local superstition.

But now, as the wind howled louder, rattling the windows like impatient fingers trying to claw their way inside, (Y/n) couldn’t shake the unease that had been growing since the first clap of thunder echoed through the sky. The power flickered, and for a brief moment, her reflection in the glass seemed to warp, like the house was watching her back.

She stood up, pacing, her heart picking up its rhythm to match the drumming rain. Hide? From what? she thought, her laugh weak and forced. But outside, something shifted in the shadows, a movement too quick, too unnatural to be the wind. She froze, staring into the dark, trying to convince herself it was just a trick of the light, a fleeting illusion brought on by nerves.

Then came the sound—a low, guttural growl, carried on the wind. It wasn’t the storm. It wasn’t human. And it was getting closer.

Her neighbors’ warning echoed in her mind now, not as superstition, but as cold, terrifying reality. Her blood ran cold as she remembered their faces—how none of them had laughed when she did. The air in the house felt heavier now, thick with dread, and the walls seemed to creak with something more than just the storm’s pressure. They felt alive, almost…watchful.

Suddenly, the lights went out completely, plunging her into darkness. Her breath caught, and she instinctively moved away from the windows, her eyes wide, her heart hammering in her chest. She fumbled for her phone, the only source of light, its dim glow casting eerie shapes along the walls. Her fingers trembled as she typed a message to her closest friend, something casual, as if pretending everything was fine would make it so. But her thumb hovered over the send button as another growl—closer now—shook her to her core.

In the pitch-black night, (Y/n) heard it: soft footsteps, barely audible over the storm. They padded across her yard, deliberate, predatory. The neighbors had been right.

The monsters were here.

(Y/n) turned to run, the feeling of being watched pressing down on her like a physical weight. She hadn’t believed them. And now, she would pay the price.

Wonwoo prowled the street, his dark form blending with the storm, an extension of the violent wind and the swirling shadows that enveloped the neighborhood. The storm itself felt like a living thing, feeding him, energizing him. He could feel the pulsing hunger deep in his core, an unquenchable thirst for a human soul. His kind thrived on the terror that seeped from the houses, but tonight, the neighborhood was quiet. Too quiet.

No lights flickered in the windows, no whispers or hurried footsteps. His patience was wearing thin, each step making his hunger more ravenous, more desperate. He could taste the fear, faint but present, like a sweet perfume on the air. Yet no one was foolish enough to face him. The houses were locked up tight, the inhabitants hidden away like mice in their burrows, trembling under the storm’s wrath.

But then, as he reached the end of the street, something caught his eye. A tiny house, the smallest on the block. A single light glowed through the thin curtains, defying the darkness that had swallowed the rest of the neighborhood. Someone was awake.

A twisted smile curled across his lips. The hunger inside him flared, a ravenous beast clawing at his insides. This would be his prey. He could sense it—the sharp pulse of fear inside, a heart beating faster than the raindrops that hammered against the roof. He relished in it. His steps slowed as he approached, savoring the moment. The light in the house was a beacon, guiding him to his next feast.

Wonwoo could feel her now, the soul inside the house, fragile and unaware of the nightmare that stalked just beyond the threshold. The wind howled louder, almost urging him forward as if the storm itself longed for the moment of terror that would soon unfold.

He drifted closer, his presence a shadowy silhouette just outside the window. His breath was cold against the glass as he peered in, his sharp eyes locking onto the girl inside. She was moving frantically, clearly shaken by the storm. She hadn’t yet realized the true horror that lurked just beyond her door.

Good.

He liked it that way. The fear was so much sweeter when it hit all at once—the moment when his prey realized that escape was impossible, that they were already his.

His fingers brushed against the door as he circled the house, savoring her panic. He could hear the frantic rustling inside, her heartbeat quickening. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the hunger surge through him like lightning. The storm crackled with energy, and with it, so did he.

This one would be delicious.

He was at the door now, his lips curled into a grin as the doorknob trembled under his touch. He didn’t need to force his way in—he could already sense her fear rising, pulling him in like a magnet. 

As Wonwoo slipped into the house, the door creaking open under his ghostly touch, he felt the surge of his dark hunger swell, his every instinct screaming for him to feed. The storm outside raged on, thunder rumbling like the growl of some ancient beast, and the wind howled through the trees, shaking the world as though it, too, was hungry for the terror that filled the air.

(Y/n) stood in the middle of the room, frozen in fear. Her eyes were wide, her breathing rapid, and she clutched her phone in trembling hands, the small screen casting a dim glow across her pale face. When she saw him—his tall, shadowed form standing in the doorway, his eyes glowing with an unnatural light—her breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, the world stopped.

Wonwoo expected to feel the familiar pull, the insatiable need to consume her soul, to feed on the fear that radiated from her. But something shifted. As his gaze met hers, the dark hunger inside him changed, and twisted. His need to consume her soul was replaced by something far more dangerous, something primal and possessive. His heart, cold and dead for centuries, stirred, as if a sliver of humanity had suddenly reawakened. But it wasn’t love in the human sense—it was something darker, something monstrous.

It was obsession.

Her fear, which should have been his feast, only fueled a deeper, more consuming desire. She was so fragile, so beautiful in her terror, and instead of wanting to devour her soul, he wanted her. All of her. Forever. He could sense the darkness within her—like a flickering ember waiting to be kindled. She was his now, and he would never let her go.

He stepped forward, and she stumbled back, her eyes darting toward the door, the windows—any possible escape. But there was none. He was inside, and there was nowhere for her to run. He watched her, the terror in her eyes shifting to confusion as his approach became slow, almost tender. There was a darkness in his gaze, a possessiveness that sent shivers down her spine, but also something else, something she couldn’t quite understand.

Wonwoo moved closer, his hand reaching out to touch her, and when his fingers brushed her skin, she felt a coldness like ice, but it was laced with something electric. She trembled, her heart pounding, her instincts screaming at her to flee. But something kept her rooted in place, caught in his gaze, ensnared by the monstrous allure that clung to him.

He leaned in, his breath cold against her ear as he whispered, “You’re mine now.”

And with that, the storm outside began to calm, the thunder rolling away into the distance, the wind dying down to a soft breeze. But the storm inside the house had only just begun. Wonwoo’s mark, invisible to human eyes, was left on her skin, an eternal bond that tied her fate to his. The hunger he felt for her was far from sated—it was just beginning, a hunger that would never end.

By the time the storm had fully passed and the morning light began to break over the neighborhood, the houses stirred with cautious relief. The neighbors, those who had warned her to hide, emerged from their homes, their faces etched with concern. They went door to door, checking on one another, praying that everyone had made it through the night.

But when they reached (Y/n)’s house, it was different. The door stood ajar, the lights still flickering inside, but there was no sign of her. The house was empty, silent, and cold. The neighbors hesitated, exchanging uneasy glances, before stepping inside.

There, in the middle of the living room, where she had last stood, they found it: the mark of the demon. Burned into the wooden floor, a twisted, arcane symbol that pulsed with dark energy. It was unmistakable—a sign that the storm had taken more than just peace. It had claimed a soul.

(Y/n) was gone, taken by the storm’s monster, and the mark was a reminder that she had belonged to something dark, something that would never let her go. The neighbors stood in silent horror, knowing that she hadn’t just vanished. She had been claimed, consumed by the storm and the monster who rode within it.

And somewhere, in the darkness beyond the town, she was with him now—forever bound to the demon who had found a hunger far more dangerous than any soul: a hunger for her.

(Y/n) awoke slowly, her body sinking into the soft, luxurious bed beneath her. The air in the room was thick with a dark stillness, broken only by the faint ticking of an unseen clock. The bed she lay on was far too grand, the fabric too smooth, the canopy above her too extravagant to belong in any place she recognized. She blinked, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. Rich, dark curtains hung heavy over tall windows, blocking out whatever light might have existed outside. The furniture was exquisite, intricate, and yet somehow ominous. The room felt like it was from another time, as though it belonged to a forgotten era of lavish decadence.

Confusion washed over her. This wasn’t her house, her room. The memories were foggy, slipping through her mind like shadows, and she struggled to recall how she’d gotten here. The storm… The house… The figure at her door.

A gentle knock sounded at the door, pulling her from her thoughts, and making her pulse quicken. She froze, her breath catching in her throat as her heart pounded in her chest.

Before she could find her voice or prepare herself, the door opened, and a man stepped inside.

The moment she saw him, her memories rushed back like a flood breaking through a dam. The storm, the terror, him. His figure had been shrouded in darkness the night before, but now, in the eerie quiet of the room, she could see him clearly. He was tall, his dark hair falling perfectly into place, and his face was striking—handsome in a way that almost didn’t seem real. His eyes, though, were what caught her attention the most. They held a depth of darkness, a hunger she had glimpsed in the storm when he had first appeared at her door. And yet, there was something else there now—something unsettlingly intimate, like he already knew her.

As their eyes met, everything from the previous night surged back into her mind. The storm, the fear that gripped her as the wind howled and the windows rattled, and then the figure—Wonwoo—stepped into her house as though the night itself had delivered him to her. She had felt that primal terror, that certainty that she was being hunted, that she had no chance of escape. He had said she was his, and she had felt his power wrapped around her like a cage.

Now, here he was, standing before her again.

She recoiled instinctively, pressing herself back against the headboard. Fear rose like bile in her throat, but she couldn’t look away from him. Her memories, sharp now, brought back the moment when his hunger had changed, when something dark and twisted had shifted in his gaze, turning from a thirst for her soul to something deeper, more possessive.

“You’re awake,” Wonwoo said softly, his voice as smooth as silk, but laced with that same undercurrent of power. He stepped further into the room, his eyes never leaving hers.

(Y/n) gripped the sheets tightly, her mind racing. “Where am I?” she demanded, her voice trembling despite her attempt to sound brave.

“My home,” he replied simply as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. His expression softened slightly, but the darkness in his eyes remained. “You’re safe here.”

Safe. The word echoed in her mind, but it felt like a lie. She didn’t feel safe. She felt trapped. “Why did you take me?” she whispered, her voice cracking.

Wonwoo paused, his gaze flickering with something she couldn’t quite place—something deeper, darker. “Because you belong to me,” he said, his voice low, as though he was stating a fact she would eventually come to accept. He stepped closer, and she could feel the air grow colder around him. “From the moment I saw you… I knew.”

The words sent a chill through her. “You… can’t just—” she stammered, trying to grasp the enormity of what he was saying, of what had happened. Her mind rebelled against it, but there was a part of her—something deep inside—that trembled not just with fear, but with something more, something she didn’t want to name.

Wonwoo tilted his head slightly, his expression shifting. He wasn’t angry, but there was an unyielding certainty in his gaze. “You felt it too, didn’t you?” he asked, his voice soft but commanding, as though he already knew the answer. He took another step forward, his presence overwhelming, filling the room. “The connection between us. It’s undeniable.”

(Y/n) shook her head, refusing to acknowledge the truth in his words. But deep down, she couldn’t deny that something about him had gripped her in a way that went beyond fear. It was dark, it was dangerous, but it was there, like a thread that tied her fate to his.

“I didn’t choose this,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I didn’t ask for any of this.”

Wonwoo’s eyes softened for a moment, but the intensity in them never wavered. “Perhaps not,” he said quietly. “But sometimes, fate has a way of deciding for us.” He reached out, and though she flinched, he only brushed a lock of hair from her face, his touch cold but gentle. “You’re mine now, and I’ll protect you from anything that dares to harm you.”

His words, though tender in tone, felt like a dark promise, an unbreakable vow. She could feel the weight of them, the truth of them, as though the very room resonated with his will.

She wanted to scream, to run, but something about his touch, his presence, held her in place. It wasn’t just fear—it was the power he had over her, the pull she couldn’t escape.

“You may not understand it now,” Wonwoo said softly, his voice almost soothing, “but in time, you will.”

And with that, he turned and left the room, leaving her alone once more, surrounded by the oppressive silence of the dark, exquisite space.

But she knew now—there was no escape.

(Y/n) sat still for a moment after Wonwoo left, her mind racing, trying to make sense of where she was and what had happened. The room was too perfect, too immaculate, like something out of a dream—or a nightmare. Slowly, she rose from the bed, her legs shaky as she took her first steps across the plush carpet. Every part of her wanted to run, but there was nowhere to go.

She walked around the room, trailing her fingers over the dark, expensive wood of the furniture. The craftsmanship was exquisite, but it felt impersonal like it had never really been lived in. Her gaze landed on a door across the room—a walk-in closet. Hesitantly, she crossed over to it and pulled the door open, expecting to find rows of clothes, lavish gowns, or even something that hinted at who this room had been prepared for.

But it was empty. Completely bare.

A cold shiver ran down her spine. Why would such a grand room, so carefully curated, have an empty closet? She shut the door softly, her thoughts spiraling. This place was beautiful, but in a way that felt hollow. The realization made the walls seem closer, the shadows darker.

She returned to the bed, her hands fidgeting as she sat down, trying to calm her racing heart. She considered leaving, trying to find a way out of this place, but something held her back—perhaps it was fear of what lurked outside the door, or maybe it was the strange pull she felt toward Wonwoo, as twisted and terrifying as it was. The memory of his eyes, the way he had looked at her, sent chills through her. There was something monstrous about him, yes, but also something that made her hesitate.

As she sat in silence, there was a soft knock at the door again. She froze, her pulse quickening. The knock was gentle, and patient, like someone who knew they didn’t need to force their way in.

The knock came again, but still, no one entered. After what felt like an eternity, (Y/n) stood up and hesitated in front of the door. Her hand trembled as she reached for the handle. She didn’t want to open it, but she also knew she couldn’t sit in this room forever.

She pulled the door open slowly, her breath held tight in her chest. There he was again—Wonwoo, standing just outside, his presence filling the space like the storm had the night before. His eyes were dark, and unreadable, but his lips curled into a small, inviting smile.

“You’re awake,” he said softly, his voice carrying an unspoken command. “Good. I was hoping you’d join me for dinner.”

He stepped forward, his movements graceful and deliberate, as though every action was part of a carefully rehearsed ritual. She stepped back instinctively, still uncertain of what to do or how to respond, but something in his gaze made it clear that he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Wonwoo extended his hand to her, and she stared at it for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn’t want to take it, but the weight of his presence made it hard to resist. The room seemed to close in on her, the darkness pressing at the edges of her mind. Slowly, reluctantly, she placed her hand in his. His skin was cold, but his grip was gentle.

“You must be hungry,” he said softly, his voice low and soothing. There was an intimacy in his tone that made her feel both uncomfortable and strangely drawn to him. “Come. Let me take care of you.”

Without waiting for her reply, he led her out of the room and down a long, shadowed hallway. The house was as grand as the room had been—dark, elegant, and filled with an ancient, unsettling beauty. Everything felt too quiet as if the house itself was holding its breath. The air seemed heavier here, thick with the weight of unseen things, of secrets that lingered in the shadows.

They reached a grand dining room, where a table was set with silverware that gleamed in the soft candlelight. The flickering flames cast eerie shadows on the walls, their glow dancing across the polished wood and the rich fabrics that adorned the space. The table was adorned with food that looked decadent as if pulled from a royal banquet, yet there was something strange about it—like everything here, it felt just a bit too perfect.

Wonwoo pulled out a chair for her, his movements elegant and refined, and she sat down slowly, her eyes never leaving him. He seated himself across from her, watching her with that same intensity, his eyes filled with something she couldn’t name—something possessive, dark, but almost tender.

“Eat,” he said softly, his voice almost hypnotic. “You must be starving.”

(Y/n) stared down at the food in front of her, her stomach twisting in knots. She couldn’t remember the last time she had eaten, and yet she wasn’t sure she could bring herself to trust anything here. But the way he was watching her—there was an expectation in his gaze, as though he was waiting for her to make a move.

With trembling hands, she picked up a fork and took a small bite, her eyes flicking back to him. The food tasted exquisite, but there was something unnerving about it, something that made her feel as though this moment wasn’t entirely real.

Wonwoo watched her for a long moment, his eyes dark and thoughtful. “I know this is all overwhelming,” he said softly, his voice gentle but laced with that same unyielding certainty. “But in time, you’ll come to understand. You’ll come to see that this is where you belong.”

His words sent a chill through her, and she set down the fork, her appetite fading. She wanted to ask him why—why her, why this, why any of it—but the words wouldn’t come. There was something too final about all of this as if she had already stepped into a place from which there was no return.

Wonwoo smiled softly, his eyes locking onto hers as he leaned back in his chair. “You’re not a prisoner here,” he said, though the darkness in his gaze suggested otherwise. “You’re free to go where you please… but know that wherever you go, I will find you.”

The words hung in the air like a promise, or perhaps a threat.

The next morning, (Y/n) woke to find herself still trapped in the same nightmare, but now the dream had a surreal sense of calm. The luxurious bed and the shadowed room felt suffocatingly familiar, but it was the same set of clothes she’d worn when Wonwoo captured her that made the situation worse. She sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers brushing against the worn fabric of her clothes. They smelled like the storm, like fear, like the night she was taken. She couldn’t stand it anymore.

But asking him for something—anything—felt like crossing a line she wasn’t ready to cross. She had barely spoken since that night, and the thought of breaking the silence between them filled her with anxiety. Wonwoo, for all his darkness and the terror he inspired in her, hadn’t forced anything on her. He seemed to keep his distance, almost as if he were waiting for her to approach him. His presence loomed, always nearby, but he never acted violently or impatiently.

She had been expecting a monster—something cruel and unforgiving—but every time she looked into his eyes, there was a gentleness that didn’t match the hunger she had seen in him before. It confused her. He was supposed to be a demon, a creature of the storm, but instead, he was patient, and careful with her, his voice soft and kind when he spoke.

Still, she needed something to wear, and as much as the thought terrified her, she knew she had to ask him.

Later that day, she found herself standing in the grand dining room again, sitting at the same table where they had shared dinner. Wonwoo had appeared with his usual quiet grace, his eyes watching her closely, waiting for her to speak.

(Y/n) fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, trying to summon the courage. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her voice felt small when she finally spoke. “I… I don’t have anything else to wear,” she said, barely above a whisper.

Wonwoo’s expression didn’t change much, but his eyes softened, and he tilted his head slightly as if considering her words carefully. There was no anger, no frustration—only that strange, calm intensity.

“What kind of clothes would you like?” he asked, his voice gentle and full of surprising care.

(Y/n) blinked, taken aback by how easily he had accepted her request. She had expected resistance, maybe even annoyance, but there was none. She hesitated for a moment, not sure how to answer. “Just… normal clothes. Something comfortable.”

Wonwoo nodded, and without saying another word, he lifted his hand and snapped his fingers. The air around them seemed to shift, and in the blink of an eye, the room was filled with bags—hundreds of them, from all kinds of brands and shops she had only seen in magazines or dreamed of entering. They were piled high, towering over the dining table, every possible style and color spilling out in soft, luxurious fabrics.

(Y/n) gasped, her eyes wide with shock. She had expected maybe a few clothes, but this—this was unimaginable.

Wonwoo looked at her with a quiet smile, as if her astonishment was exactly what he had been hoping for. “Pick whatever you like,” he said softly, his tone still gentle. “I want you to be comfortable.”

For a moment, she couldn’t believe it. The sheer number of choices, the extravagance of it all, made her feel dizzy. She wasn’t used to this—this kind of indulgence, this level of luxury. But more than that, she was still trying to wrap her mind around him. He was supposed to be a monster, yet here he was, offering her every comfort she could want.

“Why are you being so nice?” she blurted out before she could stop herself, the question escaping her in a rush of confusion.

Wonwoo paused, his dark eyes flickering with something she couldn’t quite place. His expression grew serious, though his gaze never wavered from hers. “I told you,” he said quietly, “you belong to me now. And I take care of what is mine.”

His words sent a chill through her, but they didn’t carry the malice she expected. There was a possessiveness in them, yes, but also a strange tenderness, a sense of protectiveness that made her skin tingle with both fear and something she didn’t want to name.

“But I won’t hurt you,” he added softly as if sensing her fear. “Not unless you give me a reason to.”

The weight of his words settled between them, and (Y/n) felt her heart skip a beat. She couldn’t tell if it was a threat or a promise, or perhaps both.

Slowly, she turned her attention back to the bags, her fingers trembling as she reached for one of them. The fabrics were soft, expensive, and exactly what she had asked for. It was too much—far more than she needed—but in that moment, she realized something important. Wonwoo wasn’t just giving her clothes. He was showing her his power, the control he had over everything in her life now.

And even though his voice was kind, the message was clear.

Everything she had, everything she would ever need, would come from him. She was entirely at his mercy.

In the days that followed, (Y/n) began to see sides of Wonwoo that shattered her previous notions of who—or what—he was. She had thought him nothing more than a demon, a creature of the storm who had stolen her away from her world. Yet, as the days passed in the strange, elegant house, she realized there was much more to him than his dark, monstrous side.

It was late one night when she first saw it. Restless and unable to sleep, she tiptoed through the shadowed halls, making her way to the kitchen for a glass of water. As she reached the main room, she froze. There, on the grand couch that seemed far too small for his tall frame, lay Wonwoo—sleeping.

The sight of him so vulnerable and quiet caught her off guard. His usual intensity had melted away in his sleep, leaving behind something almost… peaceful. His face, relaxed in the soft glow of the moonlight that filtered through the large windows, was handsome in a way that felt almost human. She couldn’t tear her gaze away, feeling an odd warmth in her chest as she watched him. For a moment, it was easy to forget that this man had taken her, that he was supposed to be a monster.

But then, as if sensing her gaze, he stirred. His dark eyes opened slowly, and for a moment, they locked onto hers. She expected him to growl or show irritation at being watched, but instead, his gaze softened.

“Couldn’t sleep?” His voice was low, and gentle, almost making her feel at ease.

She nodded, her throat tight with nervousness, and then quickly disappeared into the kitchen, her heart racing for reasons she couldn’t explain.

The next morning, the smell of something cooking lured her out of bed. She cautiously wandered into the kitchen and found him there, standing at the stove. The scene before her felt surreal. Wonwoo—the dark, brooding figure who had come with the storm—was cooking breakfast. His sleeves were rolled up, and he moved with a quiet grace that made the sight oddly intimate.

“You don’t have to do that,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

He glanced over his shoulder and offered her a small smile, one she hadn’t expected to see. “I don’t mind,” he replied, flipping a pancake with a kind of casual ease. “You need to eat.”

She watched him for a long moment, conflicted. This wasn’t how things were supposed to be. He wasn’t supposed to be caring, gentle. He was supposed to be terrifying, cold. Yet here he was, making her breakfast as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Over the next few days, similar moments kept happening. Little instances chipped away at the fear she had been holding onto. She found herself watching him more closely, studying him as if searching for some hidden truth she had missed. She saw the way he moved through the house with ease, how his dark eyes softened whenever they spoke. It was in the small things—the way he handed her a cup of tea, the way he gave her space yet seemed to always be near if she needed him.

It wasn’t until one afternoon, while they sat in the library, that she finally asked the question that had been on her mind for days. “What’s your name?”

Wonwoo, who had been flipping through an old, leather-bound book, looked up at her, surprised by the question. He hadn’t expected her to ask. His lips twitched into a faint smile, something almost shy in the way he looked at her then.

“Wonwoo,” he answered softly. “My name is Wonwoo.”

(Y/n) felt her heart skip a beat at the way he said it. The name felt both strange and familiar on her tongue when she repeated it, as if somehow, it fit him perfectly despite everything she had assumed about him.

When he smiled at her for the first time—really smiled—it was like the final crack in her resolve. His face, usually so serious and intense, transformed into something so gentle, so heartbreakingly human, that she found it difficult to reconcile this man with the demon she knew he was.

In those quiet moments, it became so easy to forget who he truly was. His handsome face, his calm demeanor, the way he spoke to her with such care—it all blurred the line between the man and the monster. She found herself feeling drawn to him, not just because of his looks, but because of how he made her feel… safe, in a way she hadn’t expected. It was terrifying, confusing, and yet undeniable.

But every time she let herself sink into those moments, something would snap her back to reality. A flicker in his gaze, a shadow in his voice—a reminder that beneath the tenderness was something darker, something she could never fully understand.

Wonwoo was still a monster. He had taken her, claimed her, and even though he treated her kindly now, she couldn’t forget that. He was dangerous, capable of things she could only imagine. Yet, she couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to him than just the darkness.

Maybe—just maybe—the man and the monster weren’t so different after all.

As two weeks passed since her abduction, (Y/n) found herself in a strange new rhythm—one that felt oddly normal despite the circumstances. Wonwoo had kept his promise; he never hurt her. Instead, he had been attentive and kind, always making sure she had everything she needed. The fear she had first felt around him had slowly been replaced by an unexpected sense of comfort. She didn’t know when it had happened, but she had grown close to the demon who now shared her life.

There was something calming about being with him. His presence, though intense, was no longer as terrifying as it once had been. He had moments when the darkness in his gaze would flicker, revealing the beast that lurked beneath the surface, but it never frightened her the way it used to. That inner monster, the part of him that had once thirsted for her soul, now seemed to be content—happy, even—to have her near. Though it sometimes longed for more, to close the distance between them, it remained patient.

They had dinner together most evenings, a strange ritual that had become something she looked forward to. They talked—about books, music, the world outside his mysterious mansion. Wonwoo was always curious about her life, about what she used to do before she came here, but he never pressed too hard. There was a balance between them now, a quiet understanding.

But tonight, as they sat together at the grand dining table, something was different. Wonwoo seemed… nervous. His usual calm demeanor was gone, replaced by a tension in his movements that (Y/n) couldn’t quite place. She watched as he picked at his food, his eyes flicking up to meet hers and then quickly looking away. It was strange—unnatural, even. Why would a demon be nervous?

She set her fork down and leaned forward slightly, her curiosity getting the better of her. “Is something wrong?” she asked softly, her eyes searching his face.

Wonwoo glanced at her again, this time holding her gaze a little longer. There was something vulnerable in his expression, something almost human that she wasn’t used to seeing. He opened his mouth to speak but then hesitated, his jaw tightening as though he was struggling with what he wanted to say.

For a moment, silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken words. (Y/n) couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of anticipation, like something important was about to happen.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Wonwoo took a deep breath and set his own utensils down. He clasped his hands together, his fingers lacing tightly as he looked up at her with an intensity she hadn’t seen before.

“There’s… an event,” he began slowly, his voice quieter than usual. “One of my friends is hosting it. It’s—well, it’s a bit formal. A gathering of sorts.” He paused, glancing away as if unsure of how to continue.

(Y/n) tilted her head, still confused but intrigued. “And?”

Wonwoo cleared his throat, his fingers tapping lightly against the table as he spoke. “I’d like you to come with me. As my date.”

The words hung in the air between them, and (Y/n) blinked, trying to process what he had just said. For a moment, she thought she might have misheard him, but the look on his face told her she hadn’t. Wonwoo—this ancient, mysterious demon—was asking her to be his date.

She stared at him, not sure how to respond. “You… want me to go with you?”

Wonwoo nodded, his expression still tense, as though he was bracing himself for her reaction. “I do. But only if you’re comfortable with it,” he added quickly, his voice softening. “I won’t force you, of course.”

(Y/n) didn’t know what to say. The idea of attending some formal event with a group of demons—or whatever Wonwoo’s friends were—felt surreal, like something out of a twisted fairy tale. Yet there was something almost endearing about the way he had asked her like he was genuinely nervous that she might refuse.

It was so strange—so completely unlike anything she had expected from him—that she found herself smiling before she could stop it. “Wonwoo,” she said, her voice gentle, “why are you so nervous about this?”

He blinked, clearly caught off guard by her question. His dark eyes searched hers, and for a moment, she saw the raw honesty in his gaze. “Because I care what you think,” he admitted softly, the vulnerability in his voice startling her. “I don’t want you to feel trapped here, or like you don’t have a choice. I… like having you here, with me. But I want you to be happy, too.”

Her heart skipped a beat at his words. There was an unfamiliar warmth in her chest, something that made it harder to remember that Wonwoo wasn’t human. He was a demon, and yet… in moments like this, he felt so much more than that. He had been kind, gentle, even thoughtful—qualities she never would have imagined in the creature that had taken her.

After a long pause, she gave him a small, tentative smile. “I’ll go with you,” she said softly, her decision surprising even herself.

Wonwoo’s eyes lit up, a subtle but genuine smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He nodded, seeming relieved, though he tried to hide it. “Thank you,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with gratitude.

For the rest of the evening, there was a sense of ease between them that hadn’t been there before. Wonwoo was still a demon, still someone she couldn’t entirely understand, but in that moment, as they sat together at the dinner table, he felt like something more. Something closer.

And for the first time since that stormy night when he had taken her, (Y/n) found herself wondering if perhaps there was more to this demon than she had ever imagined.

The day of the event arrived with a sense of electric anticipation buzzing in the air. (Y/n) woke to the sound of a gentle knock on her door, the soft rapping breaking through her dreams like a distant thunder. Groggy but curious, she mumbled a quiet, “Come in.”

The door creaked open, and Wonwoo stepped inside, radiating a casual confidence that made her heart race. He wore soft pajama pants that hung low on his hips, leaving his chest bare. The sight of him sent a rush of heat to her cheeks, and her eyes instinctively traveled over his sculpted form. She couldn’t deny that he was striking—his physique both intimidating and undeniably attractive.

Caught in the moment, she didn’t realize she was staring until she heard him chuckle softly. The sound sent a thrill through her, and she quickly averted her gaze, feeling the heat rise in her face.

“Enjoying the view?” he teased, a playful grin spreading across his lips. “I’m all yours, you know. Feel free to stare as much as you want.”

His playful tone only deepened her blush, but there was a warmth in his expression that eased the embarrassment. The lightness in the air felt infectious, making her heart flutter in a way she hadn’t expected.

“Um, I—” she stammered, trying to collect her thoughts, but she could feel the heat radiating from her cheeks.

Wonwoo’s grin widened, and he stepped further into the room, holding a beautifully wrapped dress in his hands. The fabric shimmered softly, a deep shade of midnight blue that seemed to catch the light in a way that made it look ethereal. He approached her with a graceful elegance that seemed natural to him, despite the casual attire.

“I brought you something to wear,” he said, his voice smooth and inviting. “I thought this would suit you perfectly for the event.”

Her eyes widened as she took the dress from him, her fingers brushing against the silky material. “It’s beautiful,” she breathed, glancing up at him in surprise.

Wonwoo nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. “I wanted you to feel special tonight,” he said, his tone sincere. “Let me know if you need anything else. I want you to be comfortable.”

There was something in his voice that made her heart swell—something genuine that made her realize he wanted this evening to be special for her, just as much as it was for him. The moment felt tender and intimate, and (Y/n) found herself smiling at him, feeling a mixture of excitement and nerves.

“Thank you,” she said softly, holding the dress against her chest. “I really appreciate it.”

He returned her smile, and for a moment, the air between them felt charged with a kind of electricity that left her breathless. “You’ll look stunning in it,” he assured her. “I can’t wait to see you.”

With that, he stepped back, giving her the space to prepare for the evening ahead. As he turned to leave, he paused at the door and glanced over his shoulder. “Remember, if you need help or anything else, just call for me.”

(Y/n) nodded, her heart racing as she watched him leave. The door closed softly behind him, and she took a deep breath, letting the reality of the evening wash over her.

She moved to the mirror, holding the dress up against herself. It flowed like water, shimmering with a life of its own, and she could almost picture how it would look when she wore it. Excitement fluttered in her chest as she imagined the event—her first real outing since being taken, and she was going as Wonwoo’s date.

After a few moments of preparation, she carefully slipped into the dress, feeling the cool fabric hug her body. As she looked at her reflection, she couldn’t help but smile. The dress made her feel elegant, almost regal, and she could hardly believe how special it felt to wear something so beautiful.

Just as she was finishing up, she heard a soft knock at her door again. “Are you ready?” Wonwoo’s voice called, a hint of eagerness lacing his tone.

Taking one last look at herself in the mirror, she took a deep breath and opened the door, revealing Wonwoo once more. His expression shifted from anticipation to awe as his gaze traveled over her.

“Wow,” he breathed, a genuine smile breaking across his face. “You look incredible.”

(Y/n) felt her cheeks heat again under his gaze, and she couldn’t help but smile back. “Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself,” she replied, a teasing tone slipping into her voice.

Wonwoo chuckled, the sound warm and rich. “Are you ready to go?” he asked, holding out his arm in a gesture of invitation.

With a flutter of excitement in her chest, she slipped her arm through his, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers. Together, they walked toward the door, the promise of the evening ahead hanging tantalizingly in the air.

As they stepped out into the night, (Y/n) felt a sense of adventure coursing through her veins. Whatever awaited them at the event, she was ready to face it—especially with Wonwoo by her side.

As they arrived at the event, (Y/n)’s heart raced in her chest, a mixture of excitement and anxiety swirling within her. The grand venue was filled with an otherworldly ambiance, the air crackling with energy and shadows that seemed to dance around her. The lavish decorations, with deep crimson drapes and flickering candlelight, felt both enchanting and intimidating. But as she stepped into the sea of demons—hundreds of them, all elegantly dressed and conversing in low, throaty tones—her nervousness intensified.

Wonwoo’s grip on her arm was reassuring, a steady presence beside her that made the chaos feel a little more manageable. “Just remember,” he said softly, leaning closer so only she could hear. “You’re safe with me. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

His voice was like a balm to her frayed nerves, and she nodded, trying to absorb his words. She kept her eyes on him, finding comfort in his presence, even as the overwhelming sensation of being surrounded by so many creatures of darkness made her skin prickle.

They mingled for a while, Wonwoo introducing her to various guests. Each time he spoke, his confidence shone through, and she found herself drawn to him, captivated by his charisma. But no matter how charming the other demons were, they never looked at her the way he did. She felt special in his gaze, like a treasure he had claimed.

After a few hours, Wonwoo glanced at her and smiled, “I’ll be right back. Just a moment.”

He walked away, leaving her standing among the swirling crowd. (Y/n) felt a pang of anxiety wash over her as she realized how alone she was. The demons around her continued their conversations, some laughing, others exchanging dark glances, but none seemed to notice her—except for one.

A tall demon approached her, his eyes glinting with mischief and hunger. His features were sharp, his smile predatory, and (Y/n) instinctively took a step back, a sense of unease creeping in. She forced herself to hold her ground, remembering Wonwoo’s words of reassurance. But as he closed the distance, she felt trapped.

“Enjoying the party, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice smooth but dripping with an unsettling charm.

(Y/n) tried to keep her composure, but she could feel her heart pounding. “I’m fine, thank you,” she managed to say, her voice steadier than she felt.

His gaze roamed over her, and she shifted uncomfortably, wishing for Wonwoo to return. The air felt charged with tension, and the demon’s presence was suffocating. She forced a smile, hoping to ward off any unwanted attention, but he only leaned closer, his eyes narrowing.

“Is someone like you really here with someone like him?” he mused, his tone condescending. “You’re far too precious to be stuck with a monster like that.”

Just as she opened her mouth to respond, a familiar voice broke through the haze of discomfort.

“Get away from her.”

Wonwoo’s voice was low and threatening, slicing through the chatter of the event like a blade. (Y/n) turned to see him standing there, his posture tense, eyes blazing with a protective fury that sent a shiver down her spine. She could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw clenched as he stared down the other demon.

The taller demon raised an eyebrow, amusement playing on his lips as he looked between (Y/n) and Wonwoo. “Oh, look who it is,” he sneered, his demeanor shifting from flirtatious to dismissive. “I didn’t realize she was your plaything.”

In that instant, a primal instinct surged within Wonwoo. Jealousy and possessiveness mixed together, igniting a fire in his chest. He stepped closer, the space between them charged with a palpable intensity. “You have no idea what you’re messing with,” Wonwoo growled, his voice low and dangerous, causing a ripple of silence to pass over the crowd around them.

(Y/n) felt a thrill run through her, not from fear but from the intensity of Wonwoo’s emotion. He was fierce, and she could see that he would do anything to protect her.

“Maybe you should take your eyes off what doesn’t belong to you,” Wonwoo continued, his tone lethal as he glared at the other demon, who now looked less amused and more wary.

The other demon raised his hands in mock surrender, but there was a glint of anger in his eyes. “Relax, I was just having a bit of fun,” he said, trying to play it cool, but the tension in the air was unmistakable.

Wonwoo stepped even closer, radiating an aura of danger that made the other demon reconsider. “You don’t touch what’s mine,” he hissed, the possessive edge in his voice leaving no room for interpretation.

The other demon hesitated, weighing his options, and finally took a step back, clearly unnerved by the intensity of Wonwoo’s reaction. “Whatever, man. I wasn’t interested in her anyway,” he muttered, before turning on his heel and disappearing into the crowd.

As soon as the threat was gone, Wonwoo turned to (Y/n), his expression softening almost instantly. He reached for her, his hand gently cupping her face as he searched her eyes for reassurance. “Are you okay?” he asked, concern evident in his voice.

“I’m fine,” she replied, though her voice trembled slightly. “I didn’t think he would—”

“He had no right to approach you,” Wonwoo interrupted, his eyes darkening. “I should have stayed with you. I won’t let anyone treat you that way.”

(Y/n) felt a rush of warmth at his protectiveness, and she couldn’t help but smile despite the lingering tension. “You were just getting refreshments,” she said, trying to ease his worry. “I didn’t think anything of it.”

He shook his head, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “You shouldn’t have to worry about those things. You’re my date tonight, and I want you to feel safe.”

His sincerity melted her heart, and she stepped closer, the distance between them feeling electric. “I do feel safe with you, Wonwoo,” she assured him, her voice firm. “I just didn’t expect that kind of attention.”

A small smile crept onto his lips, but the tension didn’t completely dissipate. “Let’s just stay close from now on,” he said, taking her hand in his and lacing their fingers together. “I don’t want to risk anyone else trying to approach you.”

As they walked deeper into the event, (Y/n) felt a rush of exhilaration mixed with adrenaline. Wonwoo’s possessiveness both thrilled and comforted her. Despite the earlier encounter, she felt a sense of belonging beside him, a connection that went beyond the confines of their unusual circumstances.

With his hand in hers, she felt ready to face whatever the night had in store.

A little while later, (Y/n) felt the pressure building in her bladder. She glanced up at Wonwoo, who was still talking with a few other guests, and decided to excuse herself. “Hey, I need to use the bathroom. Can you show me where it is?”

“Of course,” he replied, immediately attentive. He gestured toward a hallway off to the side, illuminated with soft, flickering candlelight. “It’s just down this way. I’ll wait here for you, okay?”

She nodded, grateful for his protective nature. As she walked away, she could feel the heat of his gaze on her back, which made her smile.

Once she stepped into the restroom, (Y/n) took a moment to breathe, letting the solitude of the room wash over her. She splashed some water on her face, trying to steady her nerves before stepping back out into the chaotic ambiance of the event.

Meanwhile, outside, Wonwoo was engaged in conversation with his friend Jeonghan, who was the host of the gathering. Jeonghan was charming and animated, making it easy for Wonwoo to get lost in their discussion. They laughed and exchanged stories, completely unaware that another figure lurked in the shadows, watching.

The same demon from earlier had returned, his eyes fixed on (Y/n) as she made her way back toward Wonwoo. A dark, possessive glint shone in his gaze as he stepped into her path, blocking her from reaching the safety of Wonwoo.

“Didn’t expect to see you again so soon, sweetheart,” he purred, his voice dripping with a predatory charm that made her skin crawl. “I think it’s time we had a little chat.”

(Y/n) felt her heart race as she took a step back, instinctively searching for Wonwoo. “I’m fine, thank you,” she said, trying to sound firm.

But the demon advanced, leaning in closer, a twisted smile on his lips. “Oh, come on. Wonwoo isn’t here to protect you now, is he?”

At that moment, Wonwoo caught sight of the confrontation. A dark shadow loomed over (Y/n), and his heart dropped as he saw the other demon invade her space, his face twisted in a sinister grin. A wave of anger surged through him, raw and unyielding, blinding him to everything else.

“Y/n!” he shouted, cutting through the murmur of conversations and laughter around him. His voice was a low growl, filled with fury.

The moment (Y/n) heard his voice, she felt a mix of relief and fear. She turned, her eyes wide as she saw the rage radiating from Wonwoo. She had never seen him like this before, and it sent a shiver down her spine.

“Get away from her!” Wonwoo roared, his tone dangerously calm, but the rage in his eyes was unmistakable. He strode toward her, power emanating from him in waves.

The other demon scoffed, seemingly unfazed. “What are you going to do about it, monster?”

Before he could even finish his sentence, Wonwoo’s fury reached a boiling point. In an instant, he closed the distance between them, standing protectively in front of (Y/n). “You think you can mark what belongs to me?” he hissed, his voice low and menacing.

The demon laughed, but it was a nervous sound now, one that faltered under the weight of Wonwoo’s intense gaze. “Come on, it’s just a bit of fun,” he attempted to brush off, but the underlying fear was evident.

Without warning, Wonwoo lunged, seizing the other demon by the collar and slamming him against the wall with a force that sent a shockwave through the crowd. Gasps echoed around them, and eyes turned, startled at the sudden eruption of violence.

“Touch her again,” Wonwoo growled, his voice low and dangerously smooth, “and I’ll make sure you regret it. I don’t care who you think you are.” The heat radiating off him was palpable, and the aura of danger surrounding him was enough to make the other demon’s bravado crumble.

The demon squirmed, panic flooding his features as he realized the depth of his mistake. “I was just—”

“Just what?” Wonwoo interrupted, his grip tightening. “Trying to claim something that isn’t yours? You’ve made a grave error.”

With a swift motion, Wonwoo threw the demon away from him, and the other creature stumbled back, his confidence shattered. “Get out,” Wonwoo commanded, his voice echoing through the space, a warning that left no room for argument.

The demon hesitated, eyeing Wonwoo with a mixture of fear and disdain. “You think you can just—”

Wonwoo stepped forward again, his eyes blazing with a fierce protectiveness that sent a clear message. “Leave. Now. Or I’ll make sure you don’t walk out of here alive.”

The threat hung in the air, heavy and charged. The crowd had fallen silent, all eyes on the two demons, and (Y/n) stood behind Wonwoo, her heart racing, filled with both fear and admiration.

Finally, the other demon’s bravado shattered completely. He sneered, though it was less confident now. “Fine. This isn’t over.” With that, he turned and slipped into the crowd, the shadows swallowing him whole.

As the tension began to dissipate, Wonwoo turned around, his eyes softening as he focused on (Y/n). He stepped back, immediately closing the distance between them, his expression shifting from anger to concern.

“Are you okay?” he asked, searching her face for any sign of distress. His voice was gentler now, but the intensity still simmered beneath the surface.

“I… I’m fine,” she said, her heart still racing but feeling safe again as she looked into his eyes. “Thank you for protecting me.”

His gaze softened further, and he pulled her close, wrapping an arm around her shoulders in a possessive yet comforting embrace. “I won’t let anyone hurt you,” he vowed softly, his breath warm against her ear. “You’re safe with me.”

(Y/n) felt a wave of gratitude wash over her as she melted into his side. In the chaotic world of demons, Wonwoo was her protector, and in that moment, she knew she would always choose to stand by his side, no matter the dangers that lurked around them.

After everything that had transpired, (Y/n) felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her. The event had been overwhelming, and the memory of the other demon’s unsettling approach lingered in her mind like a shadow. She took a deep breath and turned to Wonwoo, her voice quiet but steady. “Can we go home?”

The word “home” slipped from her lips with an unexpected warmth, and a smile broke across Wonwoo’s face. “Home?” he echoed, his eyes lighting up. “You really mean that?”

She nodded, feeling a sense of relief at his reaction. The thought of returning to the safety of his space felt comforting, especially after the chaos of the night. “Yes, home.”

“Let’s go,” he replied, his joy infectious. He took her hand, and together they left the event behind, the night air wrapping around them like a comforting blanket.

Once they arrived at his house, (Y/n) made a beeline for the bathroom. She needed to wash away the remnants of the evening—the tension, the unease, and the memory of the demon who had dared to invade her space. The warm water enveloped her, and she let it wash over her, calming her frayed nerves. After a long shower, she emerged feeling refreshed and renewed, the steam clinging to her skin as she wrapped herself in a towel.

Stepping into the living room, she caught sight of Wonwoo sprawled out on the couch again, but this time he was shirtless. Her breath hitched in her throat as her eyes roamed over his body, now adorned with intricate tattoos that seemed to come alive under the dim light of the room. They danced across his arms and peeked out from beneath the waistband of his pants, each marking telling a story of its own.

He looked up as she entered, and a teasing smile spread across his lips. “Enjoying the view?” he quipped, his voice playful, sending a rush of warmth to her cheeks.

Caught off guard, (Y/n) felt her face heat up, her heart racing as she realized she had been staring. “Uh—uhm…” she stammered, feeling a mix of embarrassment and shyness. “I—uh—”

Before she could finish her sentence, she turned on her heel and hurried back to her room, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Hey! Where are you going?” Wonwoo called after her, his laughter following her down the hall.

She rushed into her room, shutting the door behind her with a soft thud, leaning against it to catch her breath. The realization of what had just happened hit her all at once, and she buried her face in her hands, feeling utterly flustered.

But after a moment, she couldn’t help but smile, a soft laugh escaping her lips as she thought of Wonwoo’s teasing. He was undeniably attractive, and despite everything that had happened, there was something intoxicating about the way he carried himself. Her heart fluttered with excitement and a hint of something more, something that began to blossom in the corners of her mind.

A gentle knock on her door interrupted her thoughts. “(Y/n)?” Wonwoo’s voice came through, soft and slightly concerned. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine!” she called back, her voice slightly muffled. “Just… taking a moment.”

“Can I come in?” he asked, and her heart raced at the thought of him entering her space.

“Um… sure,” she replied, her voice wavering slightly.

Wonwoo opened the door slowly, stepping inside with a warm smile. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed casually over his chest, the tattoos on his arms catching the light. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” he said, his tone light but his eyes serious. “I just… like seeing you blush.”

She rolled her eyes, a grin breaking through her embarrassment. “You’re insufferable.”

“I’m just being honest,” he replied, a playful glint in his eyes. “You should embrace it. It suits you.”

Feeling bold, (Y/n) took a step closer, her heart pounding in her chest. “You really think so?”

“Definitely,” he said, his voice low, an intensity radiating from him that made her breath hitch. “But I think you’d look even better in my clothes.”

Her cheeks flushed again at the thought, and she couldn’t help but laugh. “You really have a way of making a girl feel special, don’t you?”

“Only the special ones,” he replied, stepping forward. “Now, come here.”

He opened his arms, inviting her into his embrace, and she couldn’t resist. She stepped into him, feeling the warmth of his body envelop her. He held her close, his fingers gently brushing her hair back, and for a moment, all her worries melted away.

In that embrace, she felt safe and cherished, and as they stood together, she couldn’t shake the feeling that her heart was beginning to open to this monster who had turned her world upside down.

As (Y/n) pulled away from the embrace, she couldn’t help but notice the intricate designs of Wonwoo’s tattoos more closely. They seemed to shimmer in the low light of the room, swirling and twisting with an ethereal beauty that captivated her. She tilted her head, curiosity bubbling within her. “What’s with the tattoos?”

Wonwoo glanced down at his arms, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Oh, those,” he said, his tone lightening. “They appear whenever I use my shadow powers. They’re like a mark of my magic.”

“Really?” she replied, intrigued. “They look amazing. But why do they look different now?”

He shrugged slightly, his expression shifting to something more serious. “This time, I was really intense. I was so focused on protecting you that I didn’t even notice them manifesting. They’ll stay for a day or two, depending on how much energy I used.”

“That’s incredible,” (Y/n) said, her eyes wide with admiration. “So, every time you use your powers, they just… appear?”

“Pretty much,” he confirmed, his gaze meeting hers. “They’re a reminder of what I am. But they don’t define me. I’m still the same Wonwoo.”

There was a softness in his voice, and (Y/n) felt a wave of affection for him. “I like them,” she admitted. “They’re unique, just like you.”

A faint blush crept across his cheeks at her compliment, and for a moment, the room fell into a comfortable silence, filled only by the sound of their breathing.

Feeling emboldened by their closeness, (Y/n) decided to ask about something that had been on her mind. “Why do you always sleep on the couch?”

Wonwoo’s expression shifted, a hint of surprise flashing across his face. “I thought you’d want your space,” he explained, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “You’re using my bed, and I didn’t want to pressure you into staying in the same room. I figured it would be better if I let you have your own space to feel comfortable.”

“That’s really thoughtful of you,” she replied, touched by his consideration. “But… I’d like you to sleep in your bed with me. I don’t mind sharing.”

His eyes widened, and she could see a flicker of hope in his gaze. “Really? You wouldn’t feel uncomfortable?”

“No, not at all,” she assured him, feeling her heart race at the thought of spending the night beside him. “I feel safe with you, Wonwoo. And I’d like to be closer.”

A smile broke across his face, genuine and bright, and she felt her own heart flutter in response. “Okay, then,” he said softly. “If that’s what you want, I’ll sleep in my bed with you from now on.”

With that, they settled on the bed together, the atmosphere shifting to something warmer and more intimate. As they sat side by side, (Y/n) leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder. The quiet comfort enveloped them, and for the first time since she had moved into his home, she felt like she belonged.

“I’m really glad you’re here,” Wonwoo murmured, his voice low and earnest. “You’ve changed everything for me.”

She looked up at him, her heart swelling with emotion. “I could say the same about you. You’ve made me feel safe in a world that felt so dark and scary.”

He turned to her, a soft expression crossing his features. “You’re not alone anymore, (Y/n). You have me, and I’ll always protect you.”

His words wrapped around her like a warm embrace, and she felt a deep connection forming between them—a bond that felt almost unbreakable. At that moment, she knew she had found something extraordinary in the most unexpected place.

As they sat together, the shadows of the night faded away, leaving only the two of them and the promise of what lay ahead.

The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting gentle patterns across the room as (Y/n) slowly stirred awake. She blinked, disoriented, and took a moment to collect her thoughts. Then she felt it: the warmth radiating from the body beside her, the steady rhythm of a heartbeat echoing in her ear.

Suddenly, it all rushed back—she had invited Wonwoo to sleep in the bed with her! Panic surged through her, and her eyes shot wide open. As she registered the scene, her head nestled against his exposed chest, she jerked upright, her heart racing.

“Oh my gosh!” she exclaimed, scrambling to put some distance between them. “What am I doing?!”

Wonwoo bolted upright, his eyes wide with alarm. ��What?!” he said, immediately on high alert. The shadows in the room shifted, swirling ominously as he instinctively called upon his powers. Dark tendrils swept across the floor and the walls, creating a fortress of shadow around them as if preparing for an intruder.

“What’s happening?!” (Y/n) shouted, her voice edged with panic as she looked around, bewildered by the sudden darkness. She hadn’t meant to alarm him!

As his eyes adjusted to the situation, Wonwoo’s expression changed from one of alarm to confusion, and then to amusement. The shadows melted away, dissipating like mist in the sunlight, leaving the room in its serene morning glow.

“Wait a second,” he said, his lips curling into a teasing smirk. “Did I scare you?”

“I… I thought someone broke in!” she stammered, feeling embarrassment wash over her like a wave. Her face felt hot, the color rising to her cheeks as she recalled her own wild reaction.

Wonwoo chuckled, the sound deep and rich. “And yet, here I am,” he replied, mockingly serious, gesturing to himself as if he were a prized trophy. “Your personal guardian, ready to protect you.”

Her eyes darted down to where his muscled chest was still bare, and she quickly turned her gaze away, trying to suppress the flush creeping onto her face. “I didn’t mean to alarm you! I just… forgot you were here.”

“You mean you forgot how comfortable it is to wake up next to me?” he teased, clearly enjoying her flustered state. He leaned back against the headboard, arms crossed, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Stop it!” (Y/n) groaned, burying her face in her hands. “This is so embarrassing!”

He laughed, the sound warm and inviting. “You’re adorable when you’re embarrassed, you know that?”

She peeked through her fingers at him, her heart racing at his compliment despite the embarrassment. “You’re insufferable,” she mumbled, though a smile tugged at her lips.

With a playful grin, Wonwoo leaned closer, lowering his voice. “But you wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Taking a deep breath, (Y/n) finally lowered her hands and met his gaze. “Okay, maybe not… entirely.”

“See?” he said, his tone light. “Admit it, you’re warming up to the whole ‘living with a demon’ thing.”

Her laughter echoed in the room, a mix of nervousness and relief. “Maybe I am,” she confessed, and for a moment, the lingering tension from earlier faded away.

They shared a comfortable silence, the morning sun streaming in and filling the room with warmth. As (Y/n) looked at Wonwoo, she felt a swell of affection for him, and she couldn’t help but feel grateful for the unusual bond they were forming.

“So, what’s the plan for today?” she asked, eager to shift the conversation.

“Well,” he replied, leaning back with a thoughtful expression. “I was thinking we could go out for breakfast. You know, show you off to the world a bit.”

“Show me off?” she echoed, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course! You’re my guest, after all. Plus, I want to give you a proper day out,” he said with a wink.

Her heart fluttered at the thought. “That sounds nice,” she agreed, smiling.

“Great! Let me get dressed, and we can head out,” he said, sliding off the bed, still unapologetically shirtless. (Y/n) tried to ignore the way her heart raced at the sight, focusing instead on the fact that they were about to spend a day together outside, just the two of them.

As Wonwoo began to rummage through his clothes, she couldn’t help but feel excited about what lay ahead. There was still an air of uncertainty surrounding their situation, but being with him made it all feel a little less daunting.

As they settled at a cozy café, sunlight streaming through the windows and casting warm rays across their table, (Y/n) took a sip of her coffee, savoring the rich flavor. The aroma of freshly baked pastries and sizzling eggs filled the air, creating a comforting atmosphere that eased her nerves. She glanced at Wonwoo, who was intently watching her, his expression serious and contemplative.

“Hey,” he said suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence that had enveloped them. “I need to ask you something.”

Her heart skipped a beat, and she put her cup down, focusing on him. “What is it?”

His brow furrowed slightly, as if he were wrestling with his thoughts. “Do you resent me for… you know, taking you from your world?”

The question hit her like a wave, catching her off guard. (Y/n) opened her mouth to respond but paused, searching for the right words. Memories of her life before flooded her mind—the mundane routines, the stress of college, and the constant feeling of being lost. But intertwined with those memories were the vibrant moments she had shared with Wonwoo.

“I… it’s complicated,” she finally said, her voice soft. “At first, I felt terrified and lost. I thought you were just a monster, and I didn’t understand what was happening to me.”

His expression darkened at her words, and she quickly continued, “But now, I see things differently. You’ve shown me kindness and safety in a way I never expected. I can’t say I don’t miss my old life, but I also can’t deny that I’ve felt… happy here with you.”

Wonwoo leaned back in his chair, relief washing over his features. “So you don’t resent me?” he asked, almost hesitantly.

“No,” she assured him, her eyes meeting his. “I don’t. I actually appreciate what you’ve done for me, even if it’s not the most conventional situation.”

He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, and the tension in his shoulders eased. “I promised myself that if you ever resented me, I would let you go back,” he confessed, his voice steady. “I never wanted to force you into anything. If you want to leave, I’ll find a way to undo everything.”

Her heart ached at his words, and she reached across the table, her hand finding his. “Wonwoo, please don’t think like that. I don’t want to leave,” she said firmly, her grip tightening around his. “You’ve become a part of my life now. I can’t just walk away from that.”

He looked down at their intertwined fingers, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his face. “I just… I want to make sure you’re happy. That’s all I care about.”

“I am happy,” (Y/n) promised, her voice steady. “I feel more alive here than I ever did back in my world. I’ve experienced things I never thought possible, and it’s all because of you.”

He met her gaze, his dark eyes searching hers for sincerity. “You mean that?”

“Yes,” she replied, her heart racing as she spoke the truth. “I really do.”

A smile broke across Wonwoo’s face, brightening his features and melting away any lingering worry. “Okay, then,” he said, his tone lightening. “Let’s keep making memories together, then.”

With a newfound sense of comfort, they returned to their breakfast, the warmth of their conversation wrapping around them like a comforting blanket. As they laughed and talked about the little things, (Y/n) felt an undeniable bond forming between them—a connection that transcended the boundaries of their worlds.

In that moment, surrounded by the bustling café and the clinking of dishes, she knew she had found something special in Wonwoo, a rare understanding that could bridge even the deepest chasms of fear and uncertainty.

After their breakfast, (Y/n) and Wonwoo returned home, the comforting familiarity of his house enveloping them. The air was filled with the scent of coffee lingering in her memory, and she felt a warmth blossoming in her chest. They settled onto the couch, sinking into the plush cushions, a peaceful aura surrounding them.

“So, tell me about your life before all this,” Wonwoo prompted, his tone casual yet filled with genuine curiosity.

She hesitated for a moment, reflecting on her past. “Well, I had a pretty normal childhood,” she began, her gaze drifting as she recalled those days. “I grew up in a small town, and it was nice—lots of open spaces and friendly neighbors. I guess I was always the adventurous type, though. I loved exploring the woods near my house.”

A small smile crossed Wonwoo’s face, intrigued by her memories. “That sounds lovely. Did you have any friends to explore with?”

“Yeah, a few,” (Y/n) continued, her smile growing wider. “But I always felt like I was meant for something more, you know? So when it came time for college, I took a big risk and moved here, away from everything familiar.”

“Was it scary?” he asked, his expression earnest.

“Absolutely,” she admitted. “I was so nervous. I didn’t know anyone, and everything felt so overwhelming at first. But I thought it was a chance to start fresh, to discover who I really was.”

Wonwoo nodded, clearly captivated by her story. “And what did you discover?”

She paused, considering her answer. “I discovered that I’m stronger than I thought. That I can adapt, even when things are tough. But I also discovered loneliness. It was hard being away from home.”

He listened intently, the shadows of his past fading as he focused on her words. “I can’t imagine how difficult that must have been,” he said softly. “But it seems like you’re finding your way now.”

“Yeah, I think so,” she replied, her heart swelling at his support. “And then… well, I never expected to end up here, with you.”

Wonwoo smiled, his eyes sparkling with warmth. “Neither did I, to be honest.”

After a moment of comfortable silence, (Y/n) shifted the conversation, her curiosity piqued. “You mentioned hunting when you found me. What exactly does that entail?”

He leaned back, a shadow of seriousness crossing his face. “It’s a ritual we demons perform to find souls. We use our abilities to seek out those who are vulnerable or lost, drawing them in like moths to a flame. It’s how I found you.”

Her heart raced as she considered the implications of his words. “And you had to do that… to take me?”

“Yes,” he admitted, his voice low. “But I didn’t expect to feel what I felt when I found you. You were different. You’re not just a soul to me.”

“I can’t believe it,” she murmured, feeling a mixture of emotions swirl inside her. “It sounds so intense, so… dark.”

“It is,” he acknowledged, his expression earnest. “But it’s a part of what I am. I’ve learned to manage it, to focus my energy on things that matter. Like you.”

( Y/n) felt a warmth spread through her at his words. “What about this house?” she asked, changing the subject. “How did you end up living in such luxury?”

Wonwoo chuckled, a lightness returning to his demeanor. “Well, if you’re immortal, you tend to save up a lot of money over the centuries,” he explained, his tone playful. “I figured, why not spend it on someone like you? You deserve a place that feels special.”

Her heart fluttered at his sentiment, and she couldn’t help but smile. “You really know how to make a girl feel special, don’t you?”

He shrugged, a mischievous grin on his face. “Just trying to keep up with my reputation.”

They shared a laugh, the air thick with unspoken connection and budding affection. As they talked, (Y/n) felt a sense of comfort enveloping her, the shadows of her past fading away as she focused on the warmth of the present.

“So, tell me more about your life,” he prompted, leaning closer, his gaze inviting.

And as the hours slipped by, they exchanged stories and laughter, weaving a tapestry of memories that blended their worlds together. For the first time in a long time, (Y/n) felt like she was exactly where she was meant to be, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, the life she had left behind was only a stepping stone to something far greater.

As they continued their light-hearted conversation, a flicker of curiosity ignited within Wonwoo, mingling with an undercurrent of apprehension. He hesitated before asking, “So, have you ever dated anyone?”

(Y/n) paused, a hint of surprise crossing her face. “I mean, I’ve gone on a few dates here and there,” she admitted, her tone casual. “But nothing serious. Just some fun outings, you know? I never really found anyone I connected with enough to call it a relationship.”

Wonwoo felt a jolt of possessiveness course through him at the thought of someone else taking her out, even if only briefly. He struggled to keep his expression neutral, trying not to let his inner monster show. The thought of her sharing those moments with anyone else stirred something primal within him.

“Really?” he asked, trying to sound casual despite the surge of emotion brewing inside. “So, no one ever captured your heart?”

(Y/n) shook her head, her expression thoughtful. “Not in a real way. I guess I’ve always been focused on my studies, and the people I dated just never felt right. They were more like distractions than anything else.”

A wave of relief washed over him at her words, mingling with a surge of satisfaction. He could be her first and last real relationship, the one who would truly understand her.

“Good,” he said, his voice firmer than intended. “I mean, not that it’s bad to date, but… I’m glad you didn’t get too attached to anyone else.”

“Why’s that?” she asked, raising an eyebrow, a teasing smile dancing on her lips.

He leaned forward, a seriousness settling over him. “Because I want to be your first, and I want to be your last. I don’t want anyone else to have that chance.”

Her breath caught in her throat as his words sank in, her heart racing. “Wonwoo, you—”

“I know it sounds possessive,” he cut in, his voice low and earnest. “But I’ve been alive for centuries, and I can tell when something is worth holding on to. You’re worth it.”

A warmth spread through (Y/n) at his confession, filling her with a sense of hope and comfort. “You really mean that?” she asked softly, her eyes locking onto his.

“More than anything,” he replied, his gaze intense. “You’re different from anyone I’ve ever met. I want to build something real with you, something that lasts.”

Her heart swelled at the sincerity in his voice. “I want that too, Wonwoo,” she admitted, feeling the gravity of the moment. “I never expected to feel this way about you, but it’s like you’ve awakened something in me. I don’t want to let that go.”

He reached across the couch, taking her hand in his, their fingers intertwining effortlessly. “Then let’s promise to keep this between us. No distractions, just us.”

(Y/n) nodded, a smile breaking across her face. “I promise.”

And as they sat there, hands clasped together, an unspoken agreement formed between them—a promise of a future entwined, filled with the potential for something beautiful and lasting. The world outside faded into the background, leaving only the two of them and the bond that was beginning to flourish in the space between their hearts.

After finishing her shower, (Y/n) realized, with a sudden jolt of embarrassment, that she had forgotten to bring fresh clothes into the bathroom. The warm water had washed away the lingering tension of the day, but now she stood in the bathroom, feeling the cool air against her skin and the towel clutched tightly around her body.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she reluctantly opened the bathroom door, stepping into the dimly lit hallway. Her heart raced as she made her way to her room, but before she could fully process the moment, she froze in surprise. Wonwoo was there, leaning casually against the wall, his gaze locking onto hers.

Time seemed to slow as his eyes traveled down her form, lingering on the damp strands of hair that framed her face, the towel that barely covered her, and the way the light glinted off her skin. (Y/n) felt a rush of heat creep up her cheeks, excitement mingling with nervousness as she took in his intense expression.

Wonwoo’s eyes darkened, an undeniable hunger flickering within them. It was a look she had never seen before—a primal, almost possessive desire that sent shivers down her spine. She felt vulnerable yet exhilarated under his gaze, a rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins.

“Y/N…” he said, his voice low and thick with emotion as he pushed himself off the wall and slowly approached her. Each step he took seemed to make the air around them thicker, charged with an intensity that made her pulse quicken.

He stopped just inches away, the warmth of his body radiating towards her. His hands found her waist, fingers gently grazing her skin beneath the towel, igniting a trail of heat wherever he touched. (Y/n) gasped softly at the contact, her heart racing as she looked up into his eyes, searching for any hint of hesitation.

But all she saw was desire.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear, sending goosebumps cascading across her body. “You shouldn’t be out here like this,” he whispered, his voice a sultry murmur that wrapped around her like silk. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

A thrill of excitement rushed through her, mingling with the tension building between them. She could feel the weight of his gaze, the way it made her skin tingle and her heart race. It was thrilling to know she could provoke such a reaction from him, and she felt a surge of confidence.

“What do I do to you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, daring him to reveal more.

Wonwoo pulled back slightly to meet her gaze, his eyes smoldering with intensity. “You make me want to lose control,” he confessed, his tone low and laced with hunger. “I want to be close to you, to touch you, to show you just how much you mean to me.”

(Y/n) swallowed hard, feeling the tension between them thicken. There was something intoxicating about the way he looked at her, as if she were the only thing that mattered in that moment. She could feel her breath quickening, an electrifying mix of fear and excitement swirling within her.

“Then show me,” she challenged, her heart racing as she leaned slightly into him, emboldened by the heat radiating off his body.

Wonwoo’s gaze darkened even further at her words, and before she knew it, he closed the distance between them, his lips brushing against her neck, igniting a fire that spread throughout her body. “You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he murmured against her skin, his voice thick with desire.

But there was something in his tone that told her he was more than willing to take that leap. And as the towel slipped slightly, leaving her feeling exposed yet exhilarated, (Y/n) knew she was standing at the edge of something beautiful and terrifying, caught in a moment that would forever change the course of their relationship.

She closed her eyes, surrendering to the warmth and desire that enveloped them, ready to explore the depths of their connection in a way she had never imagined possible.

The night had stretched on, filled with a whirlwind of passion and intimacy that (Y/n) had never experienced before. It was wild and loving, each moment charged with a raw energy that pulsed between them, igniting every nerve in her body. Every kiss, every caress seemed to echo through her, leaving her breathless and exhilarated.

As dawn began to break, casting a soft golden light across the room, (Y/n) lay nestled against Wonwoo, her head resting on his chest. The rhythmic sound of his heartbeat soothed her, lulling her into a state of peaceful contentment. She felt safe in his embrace, wrapped in warmth and security.

Wonwoo smiled down at her, his fingers gently threading through her hair as he watched the sun slowly rise outside the window. The hues of orange and pink spilled into the room, illuminating the space with a soft glow that matched the warmth blossoming in his chest. He felt a sense of completeness, a joy that swelled within him as he reflected on the night they had shared.

He couldn’t help but admire the beauty of (Y/n) in this moment. The way her lashes fluttered against her cheeks, the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed in the remnants of their wild night. She was utterly perfect, and for the first time in centuries, Wonwoo felt a deep sense of fulfillment.

She is mine, he thought, a content smile playing on his lips.

The memories of their passionate moments flooded his mind—every shared laugh, every heated whisper, every sweet kiss that had sealed their connection. It was as if all the loneliness he had endured through the years had melted away, leaving only the undeniable bond that now existed between them.

As the sun climbed higher, casting a golden light over their forms, (Y/n) stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open to find Wonwoo watching her with an adoring expression. She felt a rush of warmth spread through her at the sight, a soft blush creeping up her cheeks.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he said, his voice a low, soothing rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

“Morning,” she replied, her voice still thick with sleep.

“How do you feel?” he asked, a hint of mischief in his tone as he remembered the wildness of their night together.

She smiled shyly, her heart racing at the memories that surged back to her. “I feel… amazing,” she admitted, biting her lip. “Last night was… unforgettable.”

Wonwoo chuckled softly, his gaze sparkling with warmth and affection. “I’m glad to hear that. You deserve nothing less.”

The tenderness in his voice made her heart flutter. She shifted slightly, looking up at him with wide eyes, feeling an undeniable connection pulling them closer. “I didn’t know it was possible to feel this way about someone,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Neither did I,” he replied, his tone sincere. “You’ve opened something inside me that I thought was long buried. I never expected to feel so deeply for anyone again.”

Their gazes locked, and in that moment, (Y/n) felt a surge of warmth and belonging. It was as if the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of them in their own little universe.

“I think we were meant to find each other,” she said softly, her heart swelling with emotion. “You’ve changed my life in ways I never could have imagined.”

Wonwoo’s expression softened, and he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. “And you’ve changed mine, Y/N. You’re my light in the dark, and I’ll do everything to keep you safe and happy.”

His words wrapped around her like a warm embrace, and (Y/n) felt her heart swell with affection. She nestled closer to him, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her cheek. In that moment, she knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together.

As the sun continued to rise, filling the room with light, they stayed wrapped in each other’s arms, savoring the warmth of their connection. The world outside seemed to come alive, but in their little cocoon, time stood still, allowing them to revel in the beautiful reality they had created together.

Perhaps the way they met wasn’t the best one, but living and loving a demon, probably isn’t as bad as people make it sound.

[sluttywonwoo]

fuck the neighbors

pairing: jeon wonwoo x f reader

summary: curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back- at least, that's what they say.

warnings: swearing, blood, asshole!wonwoo, mingyu is canonically a whore, light blasphemy, smut (18+ ; mdni)

smut warnings: hard dom!wonwoo, allusions to voyeurism, degradation, oral (f receiving), blood play?!?!? (just a little bit!!!), wap!reader, massive cock!wonwoo, choking, protected sex

word count: 3.3k

reader notes: reader is significantly shorter than ww + described to have long-ish hair

You’ve never felt as small as you do right now. Wonwoo looms over you, smirking. He isn’t even that much taller than you, you just seem to shrink into yourself when you’re around him, which seems to be happening more and more often lately. 

“Found you,” he whispers. 

“I... wasn’t hiding,” you say, your voice coming out in a squeak. 

“You know it isn’t nice to lie,” he chides, taking a step closer to you. You take a step backward in kind, only to be met with the cool concrete wall against your back. “It also isn’t nice to eavesdrop.”

“I didn’t- I wasn’t trying to,” you insist. 

Wonwoo tsks. “I don’t believe you. What did I just say about lying?”

“Well, it isn’t nice to be super loud all the time either!” you scoff. “You have neighbors, you know.”

The overhead light flickers. You and Wonwoo both stare at it, the inconsistent hum of electricity filling the silence before the light eventually decides to stay lit. You breathe a sigh of relief. You really needed to stop overlooking sketchy apartments for the sake of the rent, especially if you were going to have to deal with people like... him. 

Wonwoo cocks his head to the side. “What are you talking about?”

“What do you mean what am I talking about? Listen, I don’t care who you fuck but if you could be just a little quieter-”

Wonwoo cuts you off with a laugh. “That’s what this is about? That’s why you were snooping outside my apartment? What, were you hoping to catch a glimpse of her leaving or something?”

So you had been right... you’re not sure whether or not you’re happy about that. What you are sure of, though, is that you’re offended that you’re being accused of snooping. You open your mouth to defend yourself but stop short. 

“You’re bleeding,” is what you say instead. 

Wonwoo touches his lip, thumb brushing across the cut he must not have noticed until you mentioned it. He looks down at his fingers briefly then back up at you. 

“Come with me.”

“Wha- huh?”

“You want to know what’s so loud, right? So come on.”

You follow him blindly back down the hall to his apartment, the one right next to yours. You’re doing everything a final girl in a horror movie shouldn’t do, but you’re dying to know what’s been keeping you up at night. 

Wonwoo unlocks the door and stands aside to let you in first. With a gulp, you cross the threshold and slip off your shoes.  He does the same. 

The apartment is quiet, for once. It looks a lot like yours but mirrored. The kitchen is off to the right instead of the left. The half bathroom is on the wall opposite to yours, likely connected via plumbing.

The place is a lot cleaner than you expected too. It’s sparse, typical for a single guy, but still relatively well decorated. 

Wonwoo heads straight to the kitchen and turns on the sink. He wets a paper towel and dabs at his bottom lip, wincing as he cleans the wound.

“Why am I here?” you ask when he doesn’t offer an explanation. 

He doesn’t answer right away. Granted, the man was still bleeding but he’d dragged you here for a reason and now you were just standing in his kitchen. 

Eventually, he disposes of the paper towel, washes his hands, and walks across the living room without saying a word. You know he expects you to follow him but you almost don’t want to. You do follow him, you want to leave as fast as possible, but you consider it. 

He opens the door to what you know is a bedroom and points inside. You stare at him blankly. 

“What am I looking at?” 

“This isn’t my room,” he says. 

“What?”

“It’s my roommate’s.”

“You have a roommate?”

“I do. I have a roommate. He’s the one you share a wall with. He’s the one banging a different girl every night. Your issues are with him, not me.”

Now that you were thinking about it, you have seen a slightly taller, beefier man around the building. That must be who Wonwoo’s roommate is. He definitely had the face to pull all the girls Wonwoo was referring to. Not that Wonwoo didn’t-

“So take it up with him.”

You shake your head and purse your lips. “No, that doesn’t explain everything. I’ve heard your voice too. Unless you’re the one he’s banging...” you trail off, letting the implication hang in the air. 

“He’s not my type,” Wonwoo says flatly. 

“Okay, then what is it?”

“C’mere,” he says, moving along the wall to what you use as a breakfast nook in your apartment. 

In his, the space is empty save for a punching bag hanging from the ceiling. 

“You box?”

“It’s a hobby.”

“Is that why you were bleeding?”

“Yeah, I just got back from the gym.”

“And that’s what I’ve been hearing?”

“That’s what you’ve been hearing.”

You nod but don’t say anything else, half waiting for an apology that he doesn’t offer. He just leans against the wall with his arms crossed.

“Well, do you think you could practice your hobby before midnight? Or at least try to keep it down when you do?” you huff in annoyance.

He sighs like what you’re asking is the biggest inconvenience he’s ever been posed with but concedes.

 “I guess.”

“Thank you.”

“You’ll have to talk to Mingyu about his... hobby, though. Or get noise canceling headphones. That’s what I did.”

“Oh, okay.”

Silence stretches between you again, heightening the tension in the room. You don’t know what to do. Were you supposed to show yourself out now that you had your answers? Wonwoo isn’t giving you any indication that he wants you to leave but he isn't giving any indication that he wants you to stay either. 

You don’t have the time or energy to deal with this. You can’t read the man’s mind. No matter how hard he stares at you from across a room. With a definitive breath, you turn on your heel to head for the door just to be stopped by Wonwoo’s voice echoing behind you. 

“Are you disappointed?” 

You stop but don’t turn around. “What?”

“Are you disappointed that it isn’t me you’ve been hearing?” he clarifies. 

Heat rises to your cheeks. “Wh-what do you mean? Why would I be?”

You feel him approach from behind, his shadow closing in on you before he does. 

“Because it isn’t my voice you’ve been touching yourself to.”

“What?!” You do turn around this time, whipping around so fast your ponytail almost whacks Wonwoo in the face. 

“You don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me when I pass you in the hallway?”

You scoff, breathing a subtle sigh of relief. All he had to go off of was a look but if he had heard you through the wall, if he had that irrefutable evidence, it would definitely be over for you. “If that’s what you think lust looks like, I feel bad for all the girls you have slept with.”

“Resentment and lust have a very long history together,” he whispers. 

“You think pretty highly of yourself, don’t you?”

“But I’m right, aren’t I?”

You feign ignorance. “About what?”

“About you.” He measures you up with his gaze, something triumphant flashing behind his eyes. “Tell me I’m wrong,” he presses. “Tell me you’ve never gotten off to the thought of me and I’ll drop it.”

You weigh your options. You could lie. You could save yourself the embarrassment and lie right to his face, although given your track record thus far he’d see right through it. Or, you could tell him the truth. You could admit to wishing you were the one in what you thought had been his bed all this time. 

You settle on silence and let him draw his own conclusion. A smirk tugs at one side of Wonwoo’s mouth. So he did think highly of himself. 

“I fucking knew it,” he murmurs. 

Before you can deny it, he straightens back up and starts walking toward the back of the apartment. 

“I’m going to take a shower,” he announces. 

You don’t move from where you’re standing, unsure of what he wants you to do. Was he hinting at you to leave? Was it an invitation? 

Wonwoo looks back over his shoulder at you. “Are you coming?” 

“Hopefully,” you mutter.

“Hm?”

“Yeah, I’m coming.”

-

The water is already running by the time you slip into the bathroom after Wonwoo. You watch quietly as he undresses, letting the door click shut gently behind you. It occurs to you that you should be taking your clothes off too but you can’t look away. 

Wonwoo’s kind enough to snap you out of it. “I didn’t ask you in here just to watch me.”

“You didn’t ask me in here at all,” you point out, “you just expected me to follow you.”

“And you did.”

Damn, he had you there. 

With a noise of indignation, you pop the button on your jeans and start to wiggle out of them, unable to bring yourself to look at him again now that you’re also exposed. You can feel his eyes on you, though. It has the same effect his presence always has on you, and you attempt to cover yourself with your hands.

“Shy?” he muses. “Cute.”

“Shut up,” you sputter.

You don’t think you’ve felt this self conscious since college and then he laughs at your response which does nothing to help.

“I can’t call you cute?”

“Not if you’re patronizing me.”

“How do you want me to say it, then?” he asks, sinking down to his knees on the floor in front of you. You stare at him in disbelief. “You want me to say it like this? Want me to tell you how cute, how pretty, I think you are, from down here? How pretty I think this pussy is?” Wonwoo leans forward as he talks, further and further until his hair is tickling your tummy and his lips are moving against your skin. “Spread your legs for me, baby,” he murmurs. 

You do, taking hold of the countertop so that you won’t fall as Wonwoo slots himself between your thighs. You take a deep breath to brace yourself for the feeling of his mouth but absolutely nothing could have prepared you for the way he presses a gentle kiss to your pussy before diving in. The softness of the action compared to everything that led up to this moment, compared to the way he was now drowning himself in you, is enough to make your knees threaten to give. Your grip on the counter tightens and you bite down hard on your bottom lip to keep from moaning out loud. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction, though you’re sure he already knows he’s got you right where he wants you.  

Wonwoo hitches one of your knees over his shoulder so that he can get even deeper inside of you with his tongue. He drinks you in, breathes you in, douses himself in you like he’s trying to baptize himself in order to atone for his sins.  

If this was his apology for all the noise, he’s forgiven ten times over. 

You can feel callouses on the palms of his hands as he traces them up your legs and over your ass, pulling you even further into him. The force of his grip causes you to stumble but he catches you before you can fall and helps you to regain your balance. 

“I’ve got you,” he assures you, backing you up into the sink. “Here, hop up on the counter.”

“What about the shower?” you ask, suddenly remembering that the water had been running this whole time. 

“Oh shit-”

Wonwoo turns around and reaches to turn it off, drying both his hand and his face with a towel that had been hanging on the wall. 

“Now, hop up on the counter.” 

“Are you sure?” you ask, glancing at all of the skin and hair care products scattered across it. 

Wonwoo pushes them out of the way then nods. 

“I’m sure. Mingyu won’t care, trust me. He’d be a hypocrite to.” 

You sigh but hoist yourself onto the counter anyway, too horny to worry about it any longer. Wonwoo steps in between your legs and lets you wrap them around his waist. He leans down, you think he’s going to kiss you, but he goes for your neck and kisses you there instead. 

“Why are you pouting?” he asks, voice muffled and vibrating against your throat. 

“Want you to fuck me,” you lie. 

It’s not a complete lie, you do want him to fuck you, but it certainly isn’t the full truth either. You’re afraid that if you’re honest with Wonwoo about wanting him to kiss you it’ll turn him off. He’s not about to make love to you, that much is clear, so was kissing off the table? Was that too intimate for a hookup like this? Would he think you wanted something more if you asked?

“I was getting to that,” he insists lowly. “So impatient.”

“You’re the one who ate me out as soon as you got me alone. You haven’t even kissed me yet.” 

There. Maybe if you challenged him he’d give you what you wanted. 

“Oh, you want me to kiss you, huh?”

He wraps a hand around your neck and pulls you in, finally pressing his lips to yours. Men were so easy. 

He tastes like you imbued with unfamiliarity. Blood, you realize when you pull back and see the cut on his lip had reopened. It isn’t much, just enough to make him look vaguely vampiric. You swipe your thumb across his bottom lip and push it into his mouth for him to suck on. 

He does, but he has the audacity to pretend not to like it.  

“You’re sick,” Wonwoo scoffs. 

“And you’re still hard.”

“Two things can be true at the same time.”

He kisses you again before you can get another word in, dropping his free hand between your legs to ensure you're truly unable to talk back. 

He uses his fingers to tease you for a moment or two and then he teases you with the head of his cock, pressing it right up against you and making you whimper into his mouth. 

“Tell me, what have you been thinking about all these months,” he murmurs, “when you’re in your bed all alone listening through the wall?”

“I- it’s embarrassing...” you protest. 

Wonwoo draws back, tonguing his cheek as he gazes down at you. “Tell me or we’re done here.” 

You’re not sure whether or not he’ll make good on his threat but you don’t want to call his bluff and risk blowing your chance to actually live out the fantasies you were too embarrassed to share. 

“I thought about... this,” you say hesitantly. 

“This? You thought about me fucking you here?”

“No...”

“You’re going to have to be more specific then, angel.”

“It was, um, in your bed.”

“You mean Mingyu’s bed.”

“I didn’t know that at the time,” you whine.

He smiles. “I know. You know, if you had just paid a little closer attention you would have realized he sounds nothing like me.”

“I was a little distracted at the time,” you whisper.

“Yeah? Distracted pretending it was you in those girls’ positions?”

You nod reluctantly. 

“Poor baby,” he pouts, “must’ve been so jealous but so wet you just had to touch yourself, huh?”

You hate that he’s right. You hate that the condescension turns you on even more. 

While he’s talking, Wonwoo snakes an arm behind you and grabs a condom from a jar on the counter. Did he and Mingyu just keep them out for guests like they were cotton swabs or something? Did they get laid that often? 

He tears the foil packet open with his teeth and rolls the condom on as you watch and unconsciously spread your legs even wider for him. 

“Ready?” he asks, holding your face with both hands. 

It’s probably the first earnest interaction you’ve had with him. His eyes search yours for any sign of hesitation and even when he finds none, he waits for you to answer.

“Go ahead.”

You keep your eyes trained on his face as he guides himself inside of you, watching the way his eyelashes flutter and his breath hitches when he feels the heat of you around him. He pushes himself in slowly but the stretch still knocks the wind out of you, leaving you gasping for air.   

“Breathe, baby, breathe. You’re okay.”

You can hardly hear him over the roaring in your ears but you do your best to listen, chest heaving as you desperately try to anchor yourself to him. 

Wonwoo doesn’t move until you urge him to by wrapping your legs around his waist and squeezing his hips with your thighs. It isn’t easy at first, despite how wet you are for him. He’s that huge. 

You almost wish he wasn’t just because you don’t think it’s fair for any man’s ego to be warranted, especially one as big as his. Though you suppose it’s fitting. 

 After a few rough strokes, he starts to play with your clit again to get you to relax a little. It works, your eyes roll and your head falls back against the mirror as the tension eases from your muscles. 

“Does it feel as good as you thought it would?” he presses. 

“B-better,” you admit.

“That’s because it wasn’t me you were hearing.”

You groan, annoyed that he still hasn’t let it go. You doubt he ever will. 

“It’s okay. I’ve thought about this too,” he confesses.

“You have?”

“Have you seen yourself?” he scoffs, “Don’t sound so surprised. I’d s-see you in the hallways, see the way you’d glare at me- fuck... who knew all this time you were right next door fantasizing about me while I fantasized about you. We could’ve been doing this so much sooner.”

You want to tell him that you have all the time in the world to make up for it now but you can’t find the words. They’ve dissolved on your tongue and left you with only his name to repeat over and over like you’re in a trance.

“Louder,” he pleads as fucks you even faster.

“But our neighbors-”

“Fuck them,” he spits. “They already hate us because of Mingyu, let them know my name too.”

Apparently you aren’t the only jealous one between the two of you. You want to laugh but you physically can’t, too caught up in the incandescent feeling in your stomach that threatens to engulf you entirely. 

“Fuck, are you about to cum?” Wonwoo gasps, lips parting in concentration. 

You nod. “Just a little more,” you beg, “yeah, exactly like that... oh fuck-”  

“I’ve got you,” he assures you. “Let go, I’m right there with you.”

It’s surprisingly sweet of him and you think he might realize it too because he grabs your jaw and pulls you in to kiss you as you fall apart together so that he can’t say anything else. 

Once you come down, he’s the first to start putting you both back together. 

“Wanna actually take a shower now?” he asks, holding out a hand to help you down from the counter. 

Your knees wobble on your landing but Wonwoo’s quick to wrap an arm around your shoulders wounded-soldier style and sit you on the closed lid of the toilet.  

“Take your time,” he tells you, kneeling on the tile in front of you. 

“Thank you.”

“Do you want to stay the night? I mean you can hardly walk. There’s no way you’ll make it all the way home.”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “All the way next door?” 

“Exactly! It’s better not to risk it, right?”

You chuckle. “I guess.”

Wonwoo grins. “Don’t worry, I’ll take you home myself in the morning. I’m a gentleman, after all. And then we can piss off your neighbors.”

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[atiny111718]

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[kooqitas]

#pairing: friends-dad!wonwoo x reader.

#genre: smut | #w.c: ~1500

#synopsis: it was just a ride offered by your friend's dad, what could go wrong?

#warnings: semi-public sex (car), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, agegap, spit, humiliation, overstimulation. WITHOUT DADDY KINK, THE NAME WAS JUST A JOKE!

#notes: not proofread, english isn’t my first language! ★ m.list | inbox 

support me on ko-fi if you want, i would be very happy :D

the moment wonwoo's car turned down the street, you regretted accepting that ride.

wonwoo is your friend's father, she's not your best friend, but you've known each other for a few months, you used to go to parties together, and this was the first time you went to her house. she always said that her father wasn't old, but wonwoo is like 15 years older than you? god, how young did he become a father? whatever, you know a hot man when you see one, and of course wonwoo is really hot.

because of the heavy rain, it was impossible to order an uber to your house, so wonwoo offered you a ride since his daughter was going to her boyfriend's house. at first you rejected it, you said you would find a way, but your friend insisted so much that it seemed rude to reject jeon's ride.

as soon as the rain stopped, wonwoo took the car out, you got in the vehicle, buckled your seat belt and regretted it instantly.

wonwoo was stupidly hot and watching him drive was driving you crazy, he smelled so good and his lips were so inviting that you didn't even realize when you started having impure thoughts about the man next to you. your friend's father.

your brain betrayed you, and you started thinking about the thick fingers that were on the steering wheel inside you, slowly opening you up to prepare for his cock. what would wonwoo's cock be like? following the logic of the proportions of his body he would probably be hot... and thick… oh, god!

"what are you thinking?" he asked you.

“w-what?”

“you are cute.” he laughed.

“oh, shut up, i’m not cute, cute is for child, i’m not a child.” you grumbled.

he laughed again, biting his own lips.

“yes, i know very well that you are not a child.”

you gasped. was wonwoo flirting with you? what the hell. no, that’s impossible, you are crazy. definitely crazy. 

“but you know... you can call me 'daddy' if you want too”

“mrs. jeon” your voice was a little shaky.

“no, sweetheart, just wonwoo. unless it's a kink for you…”

“wha- what are you d-”

wonwoo stopped the car, and only then did you realize that he wasn't even following the gps location, you were on a dark street, completely deserted, the raindrops were still falling lightly outside the car, so wonwoo faced you, firmly, making your body shake.

“i'm not gonna do anything you don't want, honey. but don't act like you're not a dirty girl who stared at me lustfully in my own house, don't pretend like you didn't look at my fingers on the steering wheel like you didn't imagine them inside you.” wonwoo said in a scoundrel tone, making you cringe, you no longer knew if it was from humiliation or lust.

“i’m-”

“you? what do you want, baby? will you deny your own desire? or are you gonna assume that you want my cock opening up that pussy, hm?”

“wonwoo…”

“what, kitten? do you want be treated with care? or i can just use you however i want? mistreat you completely, use you for my pleasure?” 

wonwoo's right hand rested on your thigh, looking at you before leaving an unchaste caress there, he laughed when you surrendered, opening your legs in anticipation of him raising his hand a little further, his warm finger in contact with your skin the cold air conditioning makes you horny.

wonwoo took off his seat belt, and slapped his thigh twice, you immediately sat there, without any kind of questioning, he laughed, the mocking laugh making you feel a little humiliated.

"don't you think you're the worst kind of whore? fucking your friend's father? you're so disgusting."

the way he spoke gave you a feeling of heat that you had never felt before, unconsciously you began to roll slowly on his lap. god, fuck any moral ethics, wonwoo was fucking hot and your cunt was starting to get wet.

“that is? does this excite you? knowing that your friend's father is gonna fuck you, will treat you like the disgusting whore you are?”

“y-yes” you moaned.

wonwoo laughed in contempt, clenching your jaw and finally kissing you, his tongue tasted like beer and even though you weren't the biggest fan of the drink you loved it, wonwoo was dominant, he led the kiss the way he wanted, sucking your tongue leaving not so light bites on your lips and it was driving you crazy.

you felt when his firm hands lowered the thin strap of your shirt, exposing your nipples and then he lightly brushed his index finger there, making you tremble in anticipation.

wonwoo continued devouring you with his mouth, the man seemed ready to destroy you with a kiss and if he continued at that pace he would easily succeed, the hot tongue curling with more and more desire in his and the kiss smacks becoming more and more wet in your mouth, his fingers making sloppy movements on your needy nipples.

you felt a hand move down from your nipple to your baggy shorts, and then a finger brushed against your panties, making you moan loudly.

“needy whore!” wonwoo laughed.

wonwoo started kissing and biting your neck, the bites hurt like hell, it would clearly leave a mark, but you were loving it, and the moans and gasps you made made it evident.

"are you gonna tell my daughter who marked that neck? are you gonna tell her that you are a desperate whore who gave your pussy to her father in the car?"

“wonwoo…”

wonwoo placed two fingers inside you, making you scream from the shock of the long fingers entering your cunt, he had no difficulty placing his fingers there, easily reaching your g-spot while still marking your neck voraciously.

"dumb bitch, do anything for cock!"

he added another finger, your eyes rolling back, your body was sweating even with the air conditioning in the car, you didn't care about anything anymore, you just wanted wonwoo inside you. he tore your shorts and laid the seat back a little further, kissing your mouth again.

“i'm gonna to fill this pussy up, you'll go home dripping with my cum like a good toy!”

wonwoo removed his fingers from inside you, putting them in his mouth and sucking out every drop of your liquid, and then removed his belt, lowering his pants and underwear right after.

his purple cock made you salivate, at the same time it scared you, you didn't imagine it would be so fat, it terrified you and made you even more horny, every inch of you would receive wonwoo's dick, he would open you up like no one had ever done before .

"you're gonna take my dick like a good slut, aren't you? i'm gonna be able to spread you wide open and you're gonna thank me, right?"

you nodded, and in the next second, wonwoo was entering you.

at first he was gentle, rubbing sloppy circles on your clit until you got used to his size, but a few minutes later wonwoo was thrusting into you like crazy and moaning like an animal.

"i knew that whore's pussy was gonna open wide for my cock!”

he said as he mistreated your pussy with strong thrusts, you didn't think about anything else, you didn't think about the fact that he was your friend's father, you didn't think about the fact that you were on a deserted street, you couldn't think about anything other than how good it was the feeling of having wonwoo hitting your uterus hard.

he grabbed your waist and made you bounce on him, his firm hand pushing you up and down on his fat cock while your belly tingled.

"god, i’m gonna-"

"cum on my dick, whore, cum because i’m gonna cum inside you, i’m gonna fill that pussy with my sperm."

wonwoo laughed in a machiavellian way, and then spat in your mouth, forcing two fingers down your throat, you accepted them, sucked as if it were wonwoo's own cock while facing him, feeling the lust growing in your belly growing more and more.

when he wiped his fingers of saliva on your hardened nipple, you came, screaming so loud that, even though you were on the deserted street, you were still afraid that other people would hear.

when your body started to shake, wonwoo seemed more motivated to destroy you, and continued thrusting against your pussy.

"my freaky bitch only stops when i decide it's over?" he questions seeing that you just accepted his rough pace. "i like it! my daughter has the best friend in the world!"

wonwoo thrust you a few more times, until he came apart inside you, moaning loudly and throwing his head back, your insides becoming completely sticky with your friend's father's sperm.

you still moved, sensitive from the orgasm, but still rubbing against the cock that wasn't completely softened, you wanted more, he wanted more.

fuck any morals, you needed to enjoy the rest of the night together...

and it was with this in mind that wonwoo searched on the gps where the nearest motel was.

[wonwooobsessed]

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toxicbf!wonwoo who makes you apologize after an argument even though its not your fault

toxicbf!wonwoo who does not care about bounderies and forces you to do whatever he wants

toxicbf!wonwoo who knows where you are at all times, following you wherever you go

toxicbf!wonwoo who controls what you are going to wear and whom you are going to out with

toxicbf!wonwoo who threatens your male friends to stay away from you

toxicbf!wonwoo whose mood is unpredictable and screams at you in the most random times

toxicbf!wonwoo who would never let you break up with him

toxicbf!wonwoo who would tightly hld your wrists when you try to leave that there would be bruises

toxicbf!wonwoo with whom when you try to talk about your feelings, downplays your emotions

toxicbf!wonwoo who has millions of female friends but never lets you have one male friend

toxicbf!wonwoo who kisses other girls in front of you and tells it was just a friendly kiss

toxicbf!wonwoo who is a misogynist and does not let you chase your dreams

toxicbf!wonwoo who uses your insecurity against you, making you feel you are not good enough for him

nsfw from here:

toxicbf!wonwoo who never apologizes for arguments but always gifts you in some kind of way

toxicbf!wonwoo who is a mean dom through and through

toxicbf!wonwoo who edges you all night not letting you cum

toxicbf!wonwoo who does not care where you are he's gonna fuck you right then and there

toxicbf!wonwoo who does not care if you are in the mood or not he's in the mood thats all he cares about

toxicbf!wonwoo who degrades you calling you a slut and bitch, which makes your pussy clench

[nonuwhore]

em alto e bom som.

contém: linguagem vulgar; masturbação (f) e fingering; menção a mordidas e masturbação masculina; menção muito rápida ao que pode ser interpretado como free use; wonwoo service top? talvez, eu gosto de imaginar ele assim.  nota da autora: aqui estou eu de novo, me repetindo sobre os mesmo tópicos com o wonwoo. não é à toa o nome desse blog, nunca se esqueçam disso. 

Você passou na frente da TV e um tapa foi desferido na sua bunda, sem dó, sem piedade, com a mão cheia.

“Wonwoo! Que isso?”, riu, segurando a planta no braço e a colocou no lugar de sempre, com fazia toda semana naquele mesmo horário depois de molhá-la. Ele te ofereceu um sorriso meio pervertido sem tirar os olhos da tela e segurando o controle do videogame novamente, apertando os botões com agilidade. “Você não tá no seu normal esses dias, né?”

  E quando você se referia ao normal do seu namorado, dizia sobre ele nunca demonstrar em excesso o quanto era atraído por você. Não que faltasse demonstrações, pelo contrário, Wonwoo era um amante apaixonado, sempre te deixando sem ar e desnorteada quando te beijava e principalmente fazendo você gozar quantas vezes sua baixíssima energia permitisse. Mas você era mais direta e frequente quando se trata de dizer o quanto o deseja, mordendo um pedacinho do pescoço quando tudo que ele tinha pedido era um abraço, dizendo as maiores baixarias no ouvido dele no meio de uma multidão ou se jogando no colo do seu namorado quando chegava em casa, desesperada pra abrir as calças dele e pronta para manifestar toda a saudade que sentiu. 

Essa era uma dinâmica que funcionava e que ambos curtiam. Você gostava de ser maluca por ele, e Wonwoo, na medida do que ele podia e conseguia, te retribuía. Só que você não podia negar que estava gostando desses novos hábitos. Você se sentia desejada e era bom, o jeito que ele te olhava agora enquanto subia a calcinha e colocava o sutiã depois do banho, satisfeito por ter sido que tirou e planejando para os próximos minutos tirar de novo.

Naquela noite, depois de um jantar divertido beirando ao sensual, enquanto ele beijava suas coxas na intenção de alcançar o que elas escondiam, você achou que era importante que ele soubesse disso.

“Gosto quando você me trata assim.”

“Assim como?”, perguntou, mordendo sua pele e em seguida tirando os óculos do rosto, pousando delicadamente na mesa de cabeceira.

“Como se tivesse morrendo de tesão”, respondeu, segurando um gemido enquanto o via tirar o suéter perfumado que te fez sonhar acordada a noite toda.

“Mas eu tô”, brincou, te puxando pra mais próximo da beira da cama pelo tornozelo com um esforço negativo e você riu, animadíssima.

“Eu sei que você sente tesão por mim, dá pra ver”, apontou despretensiosamente pro volume dentro da calça que ele desabotoava, “mas é legal quando você perde um pouco essa sua pose e age como um homem normal com tesão, de um jeito meio… pervertido?”, pensou em voz alta, não achando naquele momento a palavra ideal.

Wonwoo separou delicadamente suas pernas e se posicionou entre elas, os braços apoiando o peso do corpo e o cabelo do topo da cabeça que crescia como grama, tocando sua testa, macio.

“Gosta mesmo?”, perguntou com a voz baixa e você assentiu, presa no olhar dele, no cheiro e a atmosfera que se estabelecia sempre que vocês estavam assim. “Você quer que eu diga mais quanto eu te desejo?”, e beijou diversos pontos do seu pescoço, respirando pesado, esperando sua resposta que veio em formato de gemido estremecido. “Quer que eu diga tudo?” 

“Sim… Por favor”, seu coração batia rápido, ansiosa pelo que ele estava preparando pra você.

“Abre a boca pra mim, amor”, e quando você permitiu, dois dedos longos inspecionaram a cavidade e seus lábios automaticamente se fecharam em volta deles quando você reparou no olhar perdido de Wonwoo pelo contato com a sua língua quente e úmida, a respiração descompassada e todas as coisas que podiam estar acontecendo com você na imaginação dele.

A língua do seu namorado tomou o lugar dos dedos dentro da sua boca, e esses se encaminharam para o centro das suas pernas. Você gemeu e vibrou contra os lábios dele quando sentiu as digitais quentes e úmidas adentrando seu centro e Wonwoo deixou de te beijar para te assistir gemer. 

“Sabia que eu tenho sonhos eróticos com você?”, a informação te pegou desprevenida e seus olhos se abriram automaticamente, se fechando de novo quando os dedos se curvaram, abrindo espaço, em movimentos fundos e dolorosamente lentos. “Já tive vários, inclusive. Mas na última semana eu tive todos os dias, sem falta. E a coisa que eu mais lembro deles é sua voz, assim, toda manhosa, todinha pra mim”, você gemeu mais alto, em resposta, mas também afetada pelo quanto a voz dele era grave e arranhava sua pele por dentro. 

Você tentou enrolar suas pernas na dele, em busca de mais, mais de algo que não sabia o que era, porque Wonwoo já estava literalmente dentro de você, mas algo inconsciente te conduzia. Chamou pelo nome dele em súplica, do jeito que ele queria, você imaginava, e ele chiou de volta, como se entendesse perfeitamente algo que nem você sabia com certeza.

“Esse é o tanto que eu te desejo. Não consigo parar de te desejar nem quanto tô dormindo”, os dentes arranharam seu pescoço e uma das suas pernas foi empurrada para o lado, dando o espaço que ele precisava para retirar os dedos de você e massagear com o dedão o ponto mais sensível, com uma pressão equilibrada, bagunçando ainda mais os líquidos que escorriam de dentro de você. 

Suas unhas se cravaram no braço dele, deixando alguns arranhões que você sabia que seu namorado gostava de ostentar, e deitando ao seu lados, Wonwoo te puxou de costas, te encaixando no colo dele e continuando o mesmo carinho. “Você é tão gostosa e eu tô pronto pra te dizer isso com mais frequência, mas eu também amo o jeito você sempre me diz, em voz alta, que eu posso fazer o que quiser com você. Só de pensar eu fico duro…”, a voz dele parecia um pouco sôfrega agora, segredando, como se estivesse com medo de ter que fazer uma troca.

“Hoje você tá quietinha, né?”, ele riu baixinho e por instinto mordeu a ponta da sua orelha, “tudo bem, hoje eu cuido de você”, e ele te observou segurar o braço com mais força, o corpo se contorceu parecido com um espasmo e ele sabia. “Pronto, pronto. Vai gozar, amor? Vai deixar eu sentir essa bucetinha piscar no meu dedo? Porra, você não sabe o quanto isso me deixa doido. Eu penso em você assim sempre que eu me toco e é tão bom… Não tão bom quanto você.”

[yuusworldd]

wonwoo.

twitter au;

in which jeon wonwoo is a desperate man. thats all. just kidding. wonwoo is desperate to get you to notice him, even if it means lying to you.

warning: kys jokes

check out pt 1 if you havent

note: very short hehe 😇

[dirtysvthoughts]

hi !! for the time stamp event, could i please request prompt 55 and 80 with jeonghan or wonwoo if that’s okay with you ? thank you sm <3

dirtysvthoughts hits 100 followers!

a/n: decided to make this one for wonwoo since i did get a lot of jh requests previously! i hope that’s okay anon! 🤍 also we’re not gonna question kenny on why she always does bratty! reader x wonwoo (which probably stems from a personal desire to have wonwoo blow her back out after testing his patience 🙃)

tags/warnings: hard dom!-ish (?) wonwoo, female! reader, bratty! reader, boyfriend! wonwoo, vibrator usage, petnames (daddy, my dear, sir, baby girl), reader is defiant AF y’all, so bold if you will, oral panty stuffing (?) y’all idk how to explain it lol, but it’ll make sense when you read dsjdjdjdj, i keep writing absolute filth IM SICK 🥹

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55. “i think i like you better with a gag in your mouth.”

80. “want me to give it back? make me.”

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you lay sprawled out on your bed, no comforter, blanket, or duvet to cover up what you were doing to yourself.

“mmmm, w-wonwoo..” you moan out your boyfriend’s name, your eyes tightly shut trying to picture him on top of you. you had your vibrator pleasuring you underneath your lace panties with one hand, and the other hand was on your breast, feeling your nipples perking up.

your boyfriend was out and about and wouldn’t be back home for a while, or so you thought. you were so focused on your own pleasure that you didn’t even hear your apartment door open or keys jangling.

“baby, i’m back,” you hear your boyfriend say from outside your room, but before you could toss your vibrator to the other side of the room, wonwoo opens the door revealing your beautifully fucked-out state to his surprised, yet intrigued eyes.

“w-wonwoo! uh, y-you’re back early,” you try and feign a normal voice, but you knew you weren’t fooling him. he really wasn’t supposed to be back for a while, you think to yourself. what could’ve brought him back ahead of schedule?

“i am.. and i see that a certain someone couldn’t wait until i got back to get her pussy filled,” he crosses his arms and smirks at you.

“well, what do you expect me to do when you’re not here? the temptation-“

“i expect you to follow the rules we have established.. so tell me what rule did you just break?”

you roll your eyes and stay quiet, fiddling with the vibrator that was still in your hands.

“i’m waiting,” he says refusing to break eye contact with you. “don’t touch myself unless i have sir’s permission,” you say quietly but enough for him to hear.

“so if that’s the rule, then why do i see a vibrator in your hands?” he slowly approaches you and sits on the edge of the bed, desire and lust in his eyes.

he takes the vibrator from your hands and you daringly try to take it back. “i wasn’t done you know! lemme finish with that and then i’ll get back to you,” you say trying to gain the item back.

he’s amazed at how defiant you were being today. as much as we wanted to change your attitude, this side of you was always a turn on for him. “heh, want me to give it back? make me.”

the second you try to take the vibrator from him again, he pins both your arms to the bed, causing the vibrator to fall to the floor, becoming quickly forgotten.

“oooh, baby girl,” wonwoo chuckles into your ear as he lays on top of you. you might never admit it, but his deep voice when he whispers always affects you to your core. “you’re so in for it now.”

he roughly kisses your neck, feeling his teeth leaving hickeys into the sides. you push his head in deeper, moaning when the lower parts of your bodies begin to make contact with each other.

“f-fuck, w-wonwoo, i-”

“that’s not my name, baby girl,” he cuts you off. he couldn’t be serious right now.

“s-sir,” you fix your wording, barely getting it out now that he’s moved from your chest. he fondles your breasts as he pulls your shirt up, you help him out a little until he gets it off you and tosses it to the other side of the bedroom.

“that’s better,” he says, cockiness laced in his voice. he works on your lower body, taking off your lace panties and tearing them in the process.

“won- sir!” you exclaim, softly hitting his chest. “ugh, those were new!”

“and? you know i’ll buy you several new ones anyway.”

he continues to play with your breast, but a familiar sensation creeps up and you can’t contain the loud moan you let out.

“you can never get enough of my hands, can’t you my dear?” he laughs, clearly enjoying how frazzled you are. two of his fingers were pushing in and out of you at such a delicate, yet somehow fast pace. you continue to call out of him, extremely sensitive even by the slightest touch.

and normally, wonwoo loves hearing you moan for him, but since you were disobedient, he had to punish you. “bad girls never go unpunished,” he told you once when he caught you touching yourself in the shower and he told you to wait for him.

he finds one half of your torn panties in the comforter, and stuffs it in your mouth. you nearly gag at the feeling of the cloth in between your teeth, eyes blown wide open at how rough wonwoo was being with you today.

“hmph, i see that look in your eyes,” he says as he kisses you from your forehead down to your neck. “this is your punishment, baby girl - you’re gonna be so quiet, the only thing i wanna hear my skin slapping against yours. do you understand me?”

you nod furiously, in hopes that if you follow his directions, the quicker you’d get to make noise again.

he takes of his shirt, followed by his pants, and then he takes his dick out of his boxers, his tip hard and oh so delicious. you whine against the panties still stuffed in your mouth. you had to get him inside of you now.

“besides, i think i like you better with a gag in your mouth,” he smirks as he aligns and enters inside of you in what would be a long night and a sore morning.

[deluwoo]

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© DELUWOO – 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞.

[sunniques]

— 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

➺ PAIRING: jeon wonwoo x female reader

➺ GENRE: boyfriend’s dad au, smut

➺ SUMMARY: your boyfriend’s manipulative father helps you get revenge in the nastiest way possible.

➺ CW/TW: yandere themes, slight obsession, age gap, cheating, manipulation, baby trapping, dry humping, panty stealing, mentions of masturbation, wonwoo is a depraved perv, dilf!wonwoo, nipple play, spitting, fingering, some cum play, unprotected sex, squirting, creampies

➺ WC: 4k

NOTE: don’t like, don’t read. @wonustars hope you like it <3

Wonwoo is a sick man.

He knows this, he acknowledges it, and most importantly, he hides it.

When people thought of Jeon Wonwoo, they thought of a respectable lawyer, widower, loving father of two. And they were right. He had never done anything to indicate otherwise. Not publicly, anyway. For years he’s hidden his most depraved side without letting anyone know it existed.

His facade all starts to crumble when his son comes home from college with a lovely girl who he’s apparently head over heels for. Wonwoo recognizes the starry eyed look in his son’s eyes, and instead of being happy for him, all Wonwoo can feel is faint disgust and disdain. It’s pathetic and vile, but it’s a feeling that he can’t get rid of no matter what he does.

It gets worse when you start coming around more often, prancing around in your little shorts and skirts like Wonwoo doesn’t get hard just seeing your exposed skin. He’s sick for stealing your dirty panties when you come over and using them to jerk off, but again, he can’t stop his despicable actions. His obsession with you only grows as time goes on, and eventually he decides that he’s going to have you no matter what.

The first step in Wonwoo’s sick plan is showing you just how lavish life is with a man who can provide. He ruthlessly cuts his son off, insisting that getting out in the real world and being independent is necessary. It’s easy to ignore his son’s protests and clamors about how unfair it is that his sister doesn’t get the same treatment, mostly because he sees how fast this strategy works.

When he overhears his son tell you he actually can’t buy you the bag you’ve been wanting he can see the disappointment in your face. Wonwoo is smart enough to know it’s less about the bag and more about the seemingly empty promise. It makes sense since his son can no longer pay for your food or makeup or any clothes you like. His son can’t even get you lavish gifts you’d grown accustom to.

That’s why when your birthday rolls around, you don’t expect much. It’s perfect because you don’t expect to be spoiled which makes your reaction that much sweeter.

“Mr. Jeon!” You cry out in shock when you open the bag your boyfriend’s dad gave you. “I-I don’t know what to say! This is– I mean—Thank you!”

Not only did he gift you an expensive bag that his son had failed to give you, he also got you the biggest bottle of your favorite perfume, some clothes, and a very expensive necklace. Wonwoo smirked smugly when you hugged him, loving how you pressed your entire body against his. His son couldn’t have known, but he saw the way you started to look at him with less appreciation. Of course, it was only natural. After all, all women loved a man who could provide.

The next step was something Wonwoo couldn’t really be blamed for. All he did was have his coworker and her pretty daughter over for dinner when you were away visiting your family. He can’t be to blame for the fact that his son is a weak man who hasn’t truly accepted monogamy. Sure, he did push it along by leaving two college kids alone in a house full of liquor. And yes, he was responsible for them often meeting up whenever you weren’t around, but again, it wasn’t entirely his fault.

The final step to this long winded plan was making sure you found out.

Wonwoo is lucky his daughter has more of a moral compass than he and his son combined. The second she realized what was going on, she didn’t hesitate to tell you. Admittedly, he was saddened to know how heartbroken you initially felt. However, when he saw you again, you seemed void of that. All he could see was your thirst for revenge.

Luckily for you, he was more than willing to help you make that happen.

You still haven’t broken up with Wonwoo’s son, much to his annoyance. In fact, you’re acting like nothing’s wrong even when you come along to their vacation home during the summer. His son is hardly paying you any attention and his daughter has gone off with her friends somewhere, leaving you to your own devices.

“Hey, babe. I’m running to the store real quick. Need anything?” Your boyfriend asks without looking up from his phone.

Before, he would’ve insisted you go with him. Things change, but you don’t care. Not anymore.

“No thanks. Be safe.”

He doesn’t kiss you goodbye, and you’re glad.

Your eyes drift over to Wonwoo, appreciating how good he looks. The perfect idea for revenge had occurred to you a while ago, and with the older man quietly sipping on some liquor on the couch, you know there’s no better time than the present to set your plan in motion.

Boldly, you get up from where you’re sitting and slide onto Wonwoo’s lap. Your panties are already slick with your arousal as you sit directly on his crotch. Dark eyes look at you in surprise when you gently start to grind your panty-clad pussy down without any qualms. All you do is smirk seductively before you go to kiss and suck on Wonwoo’s neck.

“Sweetheart.” Wonwoo groans, cock already hardening because of the wet heat that’s pushing down on him. “What about—?”

“Your son’s an asshole.” You say bluntly. “And I want him to feel as shitty as I do.”

You pull back, expecting Wonwoo to push you off of him or tell you what you’re doing is wrong. Instead he only laughs and goes to kiss you. A quiet squeal escapes you when he starts to lick into your mouth. You’re quick to melt into the kiss, moaning into his mouth when Wonwoo starts to guide your hips down onto his covered cock.

The sound of a car door slamming has you pulling away. You smirk when Wonwoo groans in disapproval. The wet spot you’ve left on his pants only turns you on even more, and all you do is wink at him before running upstairs to the guest room he provided for you.

The rest of the evening goes by without incident, well except for the fact that your boyfriend got a little too drunk on wine and was now passed out on the couch. His sister only looks at him with disgust and announces that she’s going to bed. You know the truth. Earlier, she confessed that she was going to sneak out to go clubbing with her friends. This was perfect since you were going to need her gone to execute your plan.

“Goodnight, Mr. Jeon.” You purr as you stretch your arms over your head, noticing his eyes drift down you where your skirt had ridden up.

You don’t bother to hide your smirk as you go upstairs. As soon as you get to the room, you leave the door open, slipping out of your clothes and putting on a tiny night shirt that came just above your belly button. You get on the bed and settle on your side, cunt still thrumming with arousal. All you can think about is getting fucked raw by your boyfriend’s dad, and you hope he hurries up and gives you what you want.

Slowly, you slide your hand into your panties, teasing your fingers across your swollen clit. It’s easy to lose yourself to the pleasure. Especially since your mind can’t stop replaying what happened earlier in the day. God, was Mr. Jeon a good kisser. Way better than his pathetic son. You mewl quietly, wishing the ache between your legs was being soothed by someone else.

Wonwoo almost cums in his pants when he sees you on the bed. You’re only wearing a small shirt and panties, which makes it easy to see what you’re doing. He smirks, slowly undressing himself as he approaches you. It’s funny how you don’t notice him until he slides in right behind you.

“Need some help?”

You pussy throbs in excitement, and before you can answer him, you feel his hand slip down your body to cover the one you have in your panties. The mewl you let out makes his cock twitch and throb. Wonwoo holds back a groan, ready to have you in the way he’s dreamed of for months.

“You have to be quiet, sweetheart.” His breath fans against your ears. “I can’t have my kids walking in on us when we’re just getting started.”

You almost tell him his sweet little daughter is out partying with her friends so there’s no real reason to keep quiet, but you resist. After all, no one would be able stop you from fucking the insanely hot man playing with your pussy.

“So fucking wet.” Wonwoo whispers hotly. “What were you thinking about?”

“You.” It’s easy to admit, especially because you can tell how much he likes it. “And how fucking wrong this all is.”

Wonwoo hums, and it somehow seems like he’s gloating. His fingers circle your throbbing clit over and over until you’re squirming against him. “Maybe, but you like it. That’s why you’re dripping all over my hand. You like your boyfriend’s dad playing with your pussy that much, huh, baby?”

“Fuck yeah.” You hiss, eyes falling closed when he pinches your wet clit. “You’re so fucking hot, Mr. Jeon. Way better than your pussy ass son.”

Wonwoo’s dick presses against your ass as he rolls his hips to grind against you. Juices gush from your cunt as he groans into your neck. “I fucking knew it—I’ve always known it. Even before you were grinding your wet pussy on me.”

You bite your lip, slightly embarrassed that he knew you were attracted to him this entire time. It’s not like you can be blamed. He’s one of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen, and obviously he felt some bit of attraction for you as well.

“Roll over and show me those pretty tits, baby.” Wonwoo rasps in your ear.

His words has more of your arousal coating his long fingers. You’re feeling hot all over, and you don’t hesitate to comply. You twist your body before you pull your shirt up to let your tits free. Immediately, your nipples harden under his dark gaze

“That’s it.” Wonwoo groans deeply as he rubs your pussy harder. “Prettiest tits I’ve ever seen. Fuck. Makes me want to suck on them until you’re creaming all over my fingers.”

You moan and arch your back into him. Wonwoo licks his lips and stops rubbing your pussy to pull off your panties. He grabs his cock and rubs it along your pussy. You cry out quietly when you feel his hot cock skip between your wet folds and drag against your clit and dripping hole. By now you’re panting, hips writhing from the stimulation. Wonwoo drags wet fingers up to pinch your taut nipples.

“You’ll let me suck on your sweet tits, won’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yes!” You agree immediately, feeling an arousing thrill when Wonwoo lets out a deep groan.

He twists your upper body some more until your back is against the mattress. Your hips are still twisted at an angle so his cock can keep rubbing against your pussy. The position isn’t uncomfortable, and you watch with anticipation as Wonwoo ducks his head to drag his mouth across the swell of your breasts. His eyes never leave yours when his mouth dips down to suck on one of your sensitive nipples. As you feel the hot wet suction, your eyes slip close with a whine.

You grind your cunt down on Wonwoo’s cock, dripping slick all over him. He moans against you nipple as he slowly drags his dick back and forth to stimulate you. The head of his cock leaks precum making your pussy messier and stickier. You drag your hand through Wonwoo’s hair, sighing and mewling as his hot mouth suckles on your hard bud.

“Fuck, just like that!” You mewl, arching your back to shove more of your tit into his mouth.

The next time he catches your gaze, you can see his pupils blown wide and a light blush spread across his face. It’s so attractive that more of your arousal drips onto his cock. Wonwoo then sucks a bruise on the curve of your breast, teeth gently digging into the soft skin. You gasp at the dull ache, pussy clenching around nothing.

“So fucking sweet.” His voice is low and raspy, tongue lapping at the bruise he left behind.

You whine and arch up into him more. “S-Shit, Mr. Jeon. This is so fucking dirty.”

He just grins at you wickedly, hips swirling against you so his cock brushes against your throbbing clit. Wonwoo starts to press wet kisses on your tits tenderly, dark eyes never leaving yours. “It is, and yet you still like it. That’s why you’re not trying to be quiet. You want my son to know your little pussy is aching for my cock.”

You moan loudly when he starts to roughly suck on your other nipple. He’s not bothering to keep his own moans quiet as he swaps back and forth between your nipples until they’re both puffy and sore. As he works his teeth and tongue on your hard buds, he grinds his cock up against your slick hole making you part your legs further.

“I know you want it, baby.” Wonwoo says after he’s satisfied with the marks he’s left on your tits. He rubs his leaking tip against your clit to hear you moan again. “Want me to split you open on my fat cock, hm? I’ll show you how a real man fucks.”

“Fuck—please.” You whimper desperately. “Need you to fuck me, Mr. Jeon.”

“Call me Wonwoo, sweetheart.” He groans as he gets up and positions you so you’re fully on your back.

You mewl when Wonwoo rests his dick on your stomach. The sight is dizzying in the best way—an arousing image of how deep he’ll reach inside you once he slides into your pretty pussy. His leaking tip is almost to your belly button, and he wishes badly that he could take a picture. Wonwoo licks his lips as slowly rubs his cock through your slippery folds, covering it with your juices. His fat tip brushes against your clit and makes you whine.

You moan when he eases his cockhead past your slick folds. The squeeze of your hot cunt is tight, and it makes Wonwoo roll his hips into yours, fucking himself deeper into your clenching pussy.

“Wonwoo!” You mewl, already feeling so full even though he’s not even all the way inside.

Just hearing you moan his name has him thrusting forward and burying his cock balls deep inside your wet pussy with a deep growl. You cry out loudly, tits bouncing at his roughness. Wonwoo’s large palm immediately covers your mouth, cock throbbing inside you.

“Shh, baby. You don’t want us to get caught do you? What would my son say is he walked in and saw his dad fucking his girlfriend’s tight little cunt?”

You moan against his hand, pussy clamping down on his dick tighter than before. Wonwoo clicks his tongue, slowly grinding deeper into you. The thought turns him on too, more than he would ever admit.

“Oh? You like that?” He hums as you buck your hips up to meet his slow thrusts. “What a dirty little slut.”

Wonwoo keeps your mouth covered as he slowly fucks your cunt. All you can focus on is how stretched open your pussy feels. You keep whining and moaning as he bullies his cock into your fluttering hole. Even though they’re muffled, the cute little noises you’re making are driving Wonwoo closer to the edge.

“You’re so fucking tight, sweetheart.” Wonwoo groans. “Feels like you’ve never had a cock this big stuffing your little pussy.”

Wanting to hear you, he removes his hand.

You shake your head before you moan out an answer. “You’re the biggest—fuck—I’ve ever had.”

Wonwoo’s cock twitches inside you as he goes to cover your mouth with his. You two share a series of wet kisses between your filthy moans. His thick cock keeps rutting into your squelching pussy and slamming into the spongy spot inside your cunt that makes you keep tightening around him. At this point your mind has gone fuzzy. All you can think about is the man on top of you and the orgasm coiling in the pit of your stomach thanks to him.

In the haze of skin slapping together and the arousing scent of sex, Wonwoo feels like he’s found heaven. He’s absolutely thrilled to have you how he’s wanted since he first saw you. After months of planning, he finally has you trembling on his cock. Wonwoo groans lowly when you squeeze even tighter around him. You whine, moving your hips to meet his thrusts.

Wonwoo smirks when he sees your fucked out expression. He can’t care that his son is passed out downstairs while he’s quite literally fucking his sweet little girlfriend’s brains out. It’s what you deserved after all the hell his idiot spawn put you through.

“Looks like you’re already addicted to my cock, baby.” His laugh is so attractive that it makes your pussy flutter.

A deep pleasure shoots up your spine as Wonwoo fucks you hard and deep, plunging his cock into your sopping cunt. You cry out his name, feeling a pleasure you never have before. His hand moves between your bodies to flick and rub your sensitive clit.

“God, sweetheart. Fucking love how your sweet cunt squeezes my cock.” He groans in delight.

Wonwoo’s fingers keep rubbing your sensitive clit until your back arches off the bed. Wet slapping and loud squelching fills the room as the coil in your stomach abruptly snaps. Your legs clamp around his slim waist at the same time your cunt tightens around his dick, milking him for all he’s worth as your arousal gushes around his throbbing length.

“That’s it, baby. Milk this fucking cock.” Wonwoo growls as his hands spread you open even more. “Fuck. I’m gonna fill you with my cum and watch it spill out of your pretty pussy.”

You whine out, wanting nothing more. “Yes! Fill my pussy with your cum!”

Wonwoo growls into your skin, ramming his dick straight into your sweet spot until he reaches his own climax. With a loud moan of your name, he spills his hot cum inside your cunt. Thick ropes of his seed paint your walls as he keeps stuffing you full until it leaks out around his cock.

It feels like you’re stuck in a blissful haze, and it’s only until Wonwoo slowly pulls out of you that you come back to your senses. His eyes are dark as he watches his cum slowly drip out of you. It’s an erotic sight, you’re sure, and you can’t help but want more.

“Wonwoo.” Your voice comes out in a sigh. “Think you can go again?”

The older man groans in his throat. You’re insatiable, and so is he. Fuck. He knew you were perfect for him.

“For you? Always.”

Your eyes roll back when the bulbous tip of his length nudges your tender pussy. Wonwoo smirks and presses forward. His aching cock penetrates you in one deep thrust. Large hands hold down your squirming hips as he sheathes his big cock to the hilt. Wonwoo groans when your juices spill around his girth. He leans back and lets a string of spit falls straight onto your pussy. The filthy action makes you moan wantonly.

“Your sweet little cunt is driving me crazy, sweetheart.” Wonwoo hisses as you clench around him.

Your hot cunt is pulsing and soaking his cock as if you’re claiming it as your own. It makes him smirk. Wonwoo keeps pounding into your creamy cunt until only lewd squelching and pornographic moans fill the room. He can’t even think about his son anymore. All he cares about is splitting you open and molding your tight pussy to fit the shape of his dick.

“You just love this cock, don’t you, baby?” Wonwoo moans.

“I do—Fuck. Feels so fucking good!” Your voice is loud, and you’re both beyond the point of caring. “I love your cock. Love how you fuck my little pussy.”

His fat cock is splitting you open deliciously, weeping tip reaching your cervix with every strong pound of his hips. You’re already close again, and you know this next orgasm is going to be more intense than the last. Wonwoo seems to feel it too because he keeps driving his cock into you savagely until your thighs are trembling around him. His cock is piercing directly into your g-spot then drawing out, letting you feel every vein before plowing back into your sopping mess. His rough thrusts never lose their strength or depth. Not when you scream and convulse around his cock.

“God, you’re such a nasty slut.” Wonwoo groans. “You don’t even care that your boyfriend can wake up any moment and find you dripping all over his dad’s cock.”

You manage to smirk at him. “He has no right to be angry. Not when you’re fucking me better than he ever did.”

Wonwoo smirks back at you, thrusting deeper if possible. Your depraved words make a sick thrill shoot straight to his cock. It turns him on more than it should. Dark eyes are glued to your sopping cunt. The sight of you stretching to take his cock is so hot that he almost cums right then.

“Oh my god!” You cry out as your pulsing walls constrict around the dick ramming into you.

You let out a loud cry when Wonwoo’s spit lands where you two are connected. A guttural groan escapes him when your pussy squeezes his throbbing cock and your juices spill all over him. You topple over the edge he’s been pushing you toward, squirting all over his cock and abdomen. Your release covers him, dripping down his cock and to his heavy balls.

“Cum in me!” You plead loudly. “Stuff me full again!”

Wonwoo’s fat cock keeps sliding along your convulsing walls. The tip of his cock slams into your spot unrelentlessly, making you see stars. You keep falling apart as the older man uses your body how he wants.

“Just look at your pretty little pussy, squirting all over this cock like you own it.” Wonwoo’s grin looks wolfish and unfairly attractive. “Now I have to fill your slutty pussy like I own it.”

Wonwoo groans your name deeply. His hips are flush between your thighs as he presses to the hilt, his fat cockhead rutting into your most sensitive spot. Your toes curl tightly as you scream out his name once again. All you can see, feel, and think about is your boyfriend’s dad. His hot cum fills you up, coating every inch of your wet walls, stuffing you to the brim.

The older man falls forward a bit and buries his face in your neck, biting your sweaty skin and fucking his cum deeper into you. In your aroused daze, you can’t recognize how intoxicated he is over the feeling of you and your tight cunt.

When Wonwoo finally he pulls out, his hand lands on your tingling core. He cranes his neck to watch his fingers enter your hole. Licking his lips, he gently fucks his cum back inside you and gently toys with your messy pussy. Growls rumble in his chest as his cum slips out of you and down to your smaller puckered hole. The sight makes his cock twitch and ache all over again.

“My cute little slut.” Wonwoo coos as you slowly start to drift off to sleep. “All nice and bred—just like I’ve always dreamed.”

You look precious while you sleep, and Wonwoo can’t help but feel completely satisfied that he came inside you while you were ovulating. His son was such an idiot for not cherishing you how you deserved, but it was for the best.

Now you were all his. Only his.

[wonusite]

Cat and Mouse

❝ Wonwoo doesn’t understand why you’re so adamant in avoiding him after the amazing night you two spent together, but he’s not going to let you get away from him so easily. ❞

PAIRING: jeon wonwoo x female reader

GENRE: bad boy au, smut

WORD COUNT: 5.6k

WARNINGS: bad boy!wonwoo, allusions of illicit activities, descriptions of minor injuries, wonwoo is down HORRENDOUS, reader is in denial about her feelings, our bad boi is soft for one (1) person, mutual pining, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, riding, multiple creampies, overstimulation, mating press, aftercare

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A/N: here’s a little something to celebrate one year with this blog. very grateful to all my followers and mutuals who’ve made this past year amazing! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

Wonwoo glares at his phone, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek in annoyance.

It’s been a week. An entire fucking week without hearing from you. He knew he should’ve ignored Jihoon’s calls and stayed in bed with you that night, but when he sent a message saying the entire crew needed to be there, he couldn’t ignore it. Now, he really wishes he would have.

The night he spent with you was the most incredible of his life, and now he might never relive it because he left in a haste, only leaving you with a brief kiss and a promise to come back.

“You still torn up over that sweet lil’ thing from that flower shop?” Seungcheol's voice has never sounded more irritating than it does now.

“That’s Shua’s girl, dumbass.”

Being on the receiving end of that mean tone and angry glare doesn’t faze Seungcheol in the slightest. In fact, it only causes his infamous smirk to get wider. To see the stoic Jeon Wonwoo acting up over a girl is not only a rarity, but it’s also really fucking funny. That’s why he can’t resist pushing Wonwoo’s buttons further.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Seungcheol cackles. “Guess you better hurry up and help us finish this shit. Her shift ends soon.”

Wonwoo can feel his irritation near that boiling point he could usually avoid. Of course Seungcheol knows about your schedule. That asshole has the annoying habit of knowing everything about anyone who is even the tiniest bit associated with the crew. Sure, it’s for precautionary reasons, but that didn’t make it any less annoying. Nonetheless, Wonwoo focuses on the task at hand so he can catch you before you leave work.

Jeon Wonwoo is the bane of your existence.

From the moment he first came around with that stupidly attractive smirk of his, your life was never the same. And now that you fucked him, it never will be again.

Giving into your carnal desires isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but getting mixed up with the likes of Jeon Wonwoo definitely is. Despite not knowing all of the grimy details, you know he’s bad news. You can see all the red flags clearly—the people he hangs around, all the fights he gets in, and the tattoos littering his body. And yet, none of those warning signs mattered now or when Wonwoo was ravishing you in a way that still made your toes curl just by thinking about it.

Maybe the worst part of it all is that you can’t get the resident bad boy out of your head, or the way he held you after you two had sex. It’s like you can still feel how he nuzzled into your neck, strong arms tightening around you like he never wanted to let you go. Part of you hopes that he wouldn’t have if he hadn’t had some urgent business to take care of. It’s a dangerous thought, but even so you can’t help but crave that uncharacteristically sweet side of him that he presumably only showed you.

A displeased sigh comes out of you as you gather your things to go home. It’s bad enough that you can’t stop thinking about Wonwoo, but to think that you’re actually pining over him even though he literally disappeared after your night together is—

“Y/N left already.”

It’s Mingyu’s voice you hear at first, and it makes you stop in your tracks. You wonder who could be asking for you until you hear someone answer him. It feels like your heart is going to jump out of your chest when you hear a familiar deep voice that has your stupid pussy clenching in anticipation.

“Alright. Thanks.”

You peek out from the back when you hear the door chime. It’s annoying that your chest tightens when you see a set of wide shoulders draped in a leather jacket walking toward the large motorcycle parked outside. The way your mind goes blank yet is also clogged with nothing but thought of Wonwoo is infuriating. You don’t realize you’re pouting at the exit until Mingyu jumps back in shock at seeing your sulking figure.

“Y/N what– I thought you left!” He says, vaguely gesturing behind him. “You just missed your boyfriend! I think he wanted to take you home—”

“Boyfriend?” You interrupt him, not entirely angry or disgusted that your coworker had referred to Wonwoo as such.

Mingyu furrows his eyebrows. “Yeah? The scary dude with the leather jacket that comes in here all the time just to see you. He’s your boyfriend, right?”

It’s almost mortifying that your sweet but oblivious coworker can tell that there was something going on between you and the resident bad boy. And yet, there’s also a part of you that likes the fact that Wonwoo is so obvious about his feelings. You don’t know what to make of these conflicting emotions that you can’t seem to shake, and seeing Wonwoo (even just the back of him) didn’t help you find the clarity you so desperately need.

“Well, even if he’s not, he definitely wants to fuck you.” Mingyu says with a wink as he brushes past you to check on the pastries he had put in the oven ten minutes ago.

You wonder how he would react if you told him that Wonwoo already has.

Wonwoo thinks you’re the cutest person ever. And the part of you he finds the most cute? The fact that you actually think he’s going to let you avoid him forever. You’re good at it, he’ll give you that (even if he can see right through your every method).

It’s funny that you actually change your off days and regular working hours just to avoid seeing him and throw him off, which it does—at first. He knows you haven’t quit because Josh mentioned seeing you at the bakery when he went to buy the love of his life a cake for her birthday. This is confirmed when he goes to see for himself the next day.

Maybe you don’t realize Wonwoo can see you run to the back through the large glass windows when you hear his motorcycle, but either way he thinks it’s funny. Actually, it’s hilarious because soon enough you were going to give into him like before.

Meanwhile, you feel like a mouse being preyed on by a sly cat—one that’s toying with you before he finally catches you. Avoiding Wonwoo had been easy at first, but now you’re starting to wonder if he had let it seem easy.

“Babydoll.”

You almost drop a tray of croissants when you hear a familiar deep voice calling for you. The way you whip around with a gaping mouth must be hilarious because Wonwoo just smirks at you in that infuriating way that drives you crazy. Your hands tighten around the tray as you snap your mouth closed, trying to contemplate on how to navigate the situation.

With a bit of a mental pep talk, you finally manage to put up that happy to help attitude you usually had with every other customer. The smile you give him feels exaggerated and fake, but it’s the only way you can mask all the emotions you’re feeling.

“What can I get for you?”

That devilish smirk widens as Wonwoo pretends to skim all the delicious pastries in the case before he sets his smoldering eyes back on you. “This all looks good,” he muses quietly, but you can hear him perfectly since it’s only you two. “But I think you’re the only thing that can satisfy my hunger.”

It kills you that his words make you heat up from the inside out. You ignore him and start to put the croissants into the case. The clench of your jaw is tight and bordering on painful, but it’s the only way you can keep your emotions from spilling over for him to see.

Unfortunately, your lack of response doesn’t really faze him. One thing you’ve come to learn about Wonwoo is that he’s never uncomfortable in the silence. You wish you could say the same. You’re nearly squirming by the time you’re done placing the croissants in their designated space because he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you once.

Finally, you look up to meet Wonwoo’s gaze. It’s so intense that you almost want to look away. However, there’s a part of you that loves being under the heat of his stare since you can clearly see the desire he has for you.

“You’ve been ignoring me.”

“You’ve been gone.” You counter, vaguely aware that you sound like a sulking girlfriend.

Wonwoo realizes this too because he gently coos at you. “Missed me, babydoll?”

Yes. “You wish.”

It’s obvious Wonwoo doesn’t believe you. That stupid smirk of his only seems to get bigger with every passing moment, and you don’t know if you want to kiss it or smack it off his face.

“I missed you.” He tells you honestly, loving how you’re visibly growing flustered with his words.

Resisting him would be a lot easier if he wasn’t so tempting to you and if the feelings he always evoked from you weren’t so strong. Before you can say anything to betray your easily crumbling facade, Mingyu comes out from the back with a tray of small cakes. Wonwoo gives you a once over before stepping away from the case.

“I’ll be back after your shift. Wait for me.”

You don’t wait for him—technically. It’s not waiting since Wonwoo is already outside of the bakery when your shift ends. He’s clad in his leather jacket, dark jeans, and signature combat boots. It’s not fair that he can lean against his bike so casually while looking as good as ever.

Ignoring him would’ve been all too easy, but you can’t when you notice the bruises and cuts on his pretty face. A familiar irritation bubbles in your chest, but annoyingly enough, it’s overpowered by the concern you feel. You react before you can fully think your actions through.

“What the hell!”

Wonwoo’s eyes widen the tiniest bit when you stomp over to him with angry tears in your eyes. You can’t even enjoy his cute shocked face because of the overwhelming concern and anger you feel. All you can do is hit his brawny chest in frustration.

“You—You asshole!” Your voice cracks with raw emotion as you continue to weakly hit his chest. “You said– you promised that you weren’t going to fight anymore—!”

Wonwoo lets you hit him. His chest aches, but not because of your soft blows. The last thing he meant to do was make you cry, and it’s something he wishes to never see again. His large hands come up to cup your face, fingers delicately wiping your tears. “I know I should’ve kept my promise, and I’m sorry. Just please don’t cry anymore.”

You let out a quiet whimper at his tenderness. His eyes are full of so much remorse and concern that it makes any remaining willpower you have left disappear. It feels right to bury yourself in his chest and let yourself be held by him. He caresses your back, and you can’t hate that it actually makes you feel better.

Once you’ve calmed down, you pull back and smack Wonwoo’s beefy chest again. “Asshole.”

“Your asshole.” His haze is tender as he cradles your tearstained cheek in his hand.

You scowl at him, but it’s quickly wiped off your face when he places a gentle kiss on the corner of your mouth. A sudden desire consumes you when you see Wonwoo’s affectionate gaze. This time you let yourself be driven by your desire and press your lips against his.

It’s easy for him to melt into the kiss. Wonwoo sighs into your mouth as one of his hands comes up to cup your face. His rings feel cool against your warm skin, and you let out a quiet moan when his other hand slips into the back pocket of your jeans and squeezes your ass while pulling you closer to him.

The kiss is slow at first until your hands smooth over Wonwoo’s chest and fist his shirt to pull him closer. You part your lips to allow his tongue to slip into your mouth. It feels like you got struck by a bolt of electricity the longer his lips are on yours. His desire and hunger are evident in his needy movement, and you absolutely love it.

When you two finally pull away, you’re left breathless. Wonwoo’s thumb gently caresses your cheek as his heart pounds harshly in his chest. “Stay the night with me, babydoll.”

“M’kay.” You breathe out, mind still swimming.

The smile he gives you is so pretty that it makes something inside you burn with ardent desire. You feel like you’re floating on air when Wonwoo hands you a spare helmet that happens to be your favorite color. He looks bashful as he waits for you to accept it, and you wish you could take a picture of his pretty blush.

In spite of all the reasons you have not to take the helmet from him, you still do. And you don’t regret it.

You’ve never allowed yourself to regret the things that you’ve done because life is too short for regrets. But you definitely regret avoiding Wonwoo as long as you have, especially with the way he’s trailing his lips along your legs. Every wet kiss he leaves behind has your heart hammering and your cunt clenching in want.

Finally, Wonwoo gets to your inner thighs. His large hands spread you open with ease, eyes dark when he sees your wet pussy.

“Fuck.” His gaze fixed between your legs as if he's in a trance. “You’re already so wet.”

Your toes curl when his breath ghosts over your cunt. It sends delicious shivers throughout your body, and you have to stop yourself from bucking your hips into his face. But as you’re starting to learn, it seems like Wonwoo knows what you want before you even ask for it.

“You want my mouth, babydoll?”

Wonwoo nearly blows his load when you nod cutely, a needy mewl escaping your lips. “Please.”

He hooks your legs over his wide shoulders, thumbs spreading your folds open for his viewing pleasure. Wonwoo resists his ravenous desire for you long enough to toy with your pretty pussy before he actually tastes it—a luxury he hadn’t gotten to do last time. His rough hands are soon occupied with you, one hand pinching and flicking your sensitive clit while the other gently rubs your slippery folds.

“Fuck, baby.” You whine, biting down on your lower lip. “Feels so good.”

Your cunt is dripping with so much of your arousal that Wonwoo’s fingers are drenched as he slowly rubs circles against your aching bud. It’s throbbing and pulsing in need as his pace grows the tiniest bit quicker. You can’t even try to contain your moans as you stare down at your boyfriend.

Wonwoo has a huge smirk on his pink lips. You’re making such a mess on his fingers, and he just loves it. “You look so fucking cute when your squirm like this, babydoll.”

A needy whimper tumbles past your lips when he presses a gentle kiss to your throbbing clit. It pulses under the attention like it wants his mouth again. Wonwoo’s pupils are blown wide as he licks the remnants of your arousal off his lips. The addicting taste makes his control snap, and in the next second he smashes his face into your cunt like a starved man.

Your hips start move on their own as Wonwoo groans deeply into your drooling pussy. His mouth latches onto your clit, massaging the nub with his tongue. The movements are skilled and toe-curling, and you already feel like you’re fucked out.

“Wonwoo!” You cry out in absolute pleasure when he slips two fingers inside you.

His long fingers work your cunt open, curling up to rub the sensitive spot inside you that made you arch your back in ecstasy. Your mouth is dropped open in a silent min the longer Wonwoo fucks you with his tongue. He captures your juices with his tongue only to slobber them all over you again. Your hands grab ahold of his hair as he keeps moaning into your wet pussy, the vibrations shooting up your spine with every one of his movements.

All it takes his his nose bumping against your clit as he licks around his pumping digits for you to come all over his face. Wonwoo groans into your creamy cunt, licking up every drop of your release.

“So fucking messy.” He grunts as his hand spreads your folds and exposes your heat to the cool air. His fingers trail down your cunt, tenderly rubbing along your sensitive lips. “Fuck, just look at that cream."

You can’t contain your needy moan when Wonwoo brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean. He’s so fucking hot that you just want him to fuck you until you can’t think. Before you can get him to do exactly that, a heavy weight settles on your soppy cunt. His cock is hot and wet as it slides between your folds.

“You feel so good, angel.” Wonwoo groans as he thrusts forward, coating the underside of his dick with your arousal. “So fucking wet, just for me.”

The mouthwatering sight of your folds splitting open as he slides his cock between them makes him feel like he’s drunk. Maybe he is. Drunk on your pussy, that is. He only gets to enjoy the feeling for a second before you eagerly buck your hips against his.

“Let me ride you.”

It’s a miracle that Wonwoo doesn’t come all over your stomach at the words you moaned so desperately. He’s quick to get into position, leaning against his headboard as you hover above him. You look so eager as you straddle his lap, the love bites he littered all over your thighs giving him a sense of pride as he brushes his thumbs over them.

Wonwoo’s free hand reaches for your ass. He roughly kneads the skin before slapping it. You moan out in pleasure. Everything is almost too much for you to handle. The sight of him bellow you waiting patiently for you to fuck him like the first time is making your core throb with insatiable desire. His cock rests on his stomach, leaking with precum and waiting for you to sit on it.

The hottest part of it all is how Wonwoo’s looking at you with unadulterated desire and affection—like you’re a living goddess on top of him. Your hands are splayed over his muscular chest, and he just loves the feeling of them smoothing over his hot skin.

His hands move on their own, caressing your hips and mapping out every inch of your body with his rough hands. Wonwoo kisses any part of you he can reach, lips trailing from your neck down to your collarbones. His large hands slip back to your ass to deliver a sharp spank which makes you fall forward. Wonwoo skillfully captures one of your tits in his mouth, tongue immediately gliding over your hardened nipple.

“Nonu!” You cry out as your arms hook over his shoulders to keep him close, softly moaning as he switches between your tits, warm tongue swirling around each erect nub.

The cute little nickname makes his cock twitch. Fuck. You were going to drive him completely insane.

He gently nips at your sensitive bud before pulling away to look up at you. “You look so fucking pretty on top of me, babydoll.” He murmurs, forcing himself to stay still as you shift against his leaking tip.

His sweet praise is enough to make your pussy flutter. You mewl as he teasingly circles his cock against your pussy. The insistent nudges from his leaking head are making your head swim with pleasure. You’re so soaked at this point that he can feel your arousal start to stick to his skin.

Finally, you can’t resist any longer and slowly sink down on his cock. Your tight walls stretch wide, welcoming the bulbous head with just a bit of resistance. It’s been almost two weeks, and you’d already forgotten it felt to have such big and thick dick inside you. His cock isn’t even halfway inside yet, and you can nearly feel him in your stomach.

You sit back and slowly circle your hips, throwing your head back with a moan when his twitching tip nudges your walls repeatedly. Wonwoo feels like he’s gone and died to heaven with the filthy show you’re giving him of your soppy cunt. He curses quietly at the sight of your tight cunt clinging to his fat tip, nearly blowing his load at the erotic sight.

“Show me what you can do, pretty girl.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice. With a wanton moan and your hands braced behind you, you slide all the way down. You whimper at the stretch, loving the feeling of his thick cock splitting you open. Mewls flutter from your lips, and it feels like the oxygen is slowly being forced out of your lungs.

Once he’s fully inside you, Wonwoo is sure that he’s never going to feel as good as he does now. His head is thrown back and his eyes roll to the back of his head. The feeling of your hot cunt wrapped around him is absolute heaven. You share in his feeling as you moan loudly, completely full and stretched out as he grips your ass to steady you on his dick.

Wonwoo can’t stop looking at the fucked out look on your face while you’re busy staring down at where your pussy and his cock meet. You don’t notice how his pupils are blown out with lust at the sight of you impaled on his cock. His heart fluttering in his chest because fuck, you’re like a literal goddess on top of him.

“Shit, babydoll. You gotta move.” He sounds out of breath, almost needy with his plea.

Wonwoo looks so fucked out and pretty that your pussy tightens around him at the hot sight. That's all it takes for you to give him what he wants. You lift your hips before slamming your ass back down. His cock reaches so deep inside you that you throw you head back with a loud cry. It makes you ravenous, and you eagerly repeat your movements until your practically bouncing on his cock.

You lean towards him and wrap your arms around his neck, your pace faltering a bit when your lips meet his neck. As you litter his skin with wet kisses and gentle bites, you feel his cock throb and twitch inside you. It makes you think that you might actually get him to come first this time.

At least, until Wonwoo commits the tender act of pressing a sweet kiss to your shoulder, removing a hand from your ass to gently thumb at your clit.

“Fuck, Nonu.” You whimper at the stimulation. “You’re so deep.”

“Missed having you on my cock, babydoll. You look so fucking pretty being split open like this.” His fingers trace your stretched hole before they slap your clit.

You moan wantonly when Wonwoo suddenly thrusts up, going impossibly deeper. That’s when you know he's about to ruin you in the way you’ve been craving. You shove your face into his neck, sucking and biting his skin so he can move you on his cock in the way he wants. Apparently, this isn’t enough for him, though.

Wonwoo grips your face, pressing his fingers into your cheeks. “Need to see your pretty face while I fuck you stupid.”

He doesn’t give you time to respond before he’s gripping your ass and grinding you on his cock. His fingertips press into your soft flesh as he lifts you and brings you down his length. You start bouncing to meeting his pumps. Broken mewls contrast with Wonwoo’s groans and mix in the the sound of lewd squelching and skin slapping. His abs tighten every time you come back down, thighs flexing beneath your ass.

Your swollen clit rubs against his pelvis with every thrust, and the feeling is quickly driving you insane. The knot in your stomach is coming undone fast, much faster than you want, but you feel too good to stop. Wonwoo isn’t doing much better. His mind is only full of you and the way your hot cunt is gripping his cock. The carnal look in his eye is locked to where you’re connected. He’s mesmerized with strings of arousal connecting his skin to your dripping folds.

“You look so fucking pretty when you’re bouncing on my cock—just like last time. Gonna let me pump your pretty pussy full again, babydoll?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” You cry out mindlessly, a delicious ache blooming in your core. “Whatever you want!”

You can’t believe Wonwoo has the audacity to blush like you two aren’t literally fucking like animals. It makes you gush around him, orgasm so close that you can feel it in every inch of your body.

“God, baby. Keep fucking yourself stupid on my dick.” He growls as he fucks up into you harder, needing to see you come undone on his cock.

The leaking tip of his cock brushes against your sweet spot over and over again until your eyes gloss over like you’re on the brink of tears. Wonwoo will never get enough of that fucked out face of yours, and it drives that insatiable desire in him to fuck you impossibly harder.

It takes only a few more deep thrusts for you to come on his cock with a loud moan. Your body shudders and shakes against him in absolute pleasure. Wonwoo’s movements don't stop. He fucks you through your orgasm and straight into overstimulation. But you can’t really care because it feels so fucking good. All you can do is cry out his name until he’s emptying his balls inside you.

“Y/N!” He groans into your ear as he pumps you full of his hot cum, thick ropes filling you to the brim until it’s leaking out and coating his heavy sack.

You’re gently grinding into each other as your mouths meet for a messy kiss. Wonwoo’s still-hard cock keeps twitching inside you, and you can’t help but groan into his mouth at the feeling.

“More.” You plead against his lips. “Want you to keep stuffing me full of your cum.”

“Fuck, angel.” Wonwoo pants out. “You’ll be the death of me.”

But if this was death, he’d gladly embrace it every time.

Wonwoo moves down the bed until his back meets the messy sheets. With his hands secured on your waist and the back of your neck, he pulls you down to his chest and forces you to take every inch of his throbbing cock. At this angle, he feels even thicker. Your mind goes blank as his fat dick spears into your tight hole relentlessly.

Wet noises fill the room, dancing in the air with your wanton cries. A white ring forms at the base of his cock, smearing down to his loaded sack. Wonwoo moans along with you, large hands sliding down your body to grip fistfuls of your ass. You let out a broken gasp when he grinds up and pulls you down, stuffing you to the brim only to do it again and again.

You’re panting and whimpering as his cock sinks in deep, plugging your dripping cunt. Tingles of ecstasy course through your quivering body with ever snap of his hips. You aren’t even moving anymore, it’s all Wonwoo. He’s fucking you on his cock like you're his personal fucktoy. The more you think about it like that, the more turned on you’re getting.

Your hot cunt tightens around his veiny cock. The drag of his veiny length stretching you out makes more of your juices coat his dick and spill down to his heavy balls. Wonwoo shudders when he feels how tight you keep getting. He can feel his own high quickly approaching.

“You gonna come for me again, babydoll? Soak my cock with your cream and make a mess all over me?” Wonwoo changes the angle of his hips as he speaks his lewd words. The tip of his cock slams into the soft spot inside you that makes you scream in pleasure. He keeps pounding into you from below without stopping, and you love every second of it.

“Fucking love your cock.” You babble mindlessly, any and every thought that’s not about the fat cock splitting you open being fucked out of you.

“Sweet little cunt is all mine now.” Wonwoo growls possessively. “Gonna be mine forever, right, baby?”

It’s all too much. His filthy yet sweet words combined with his fierce thrusts make you fall over that edge and into your orgasm, this one more powerful than the last. Your body erupts in flames as you squirt all over Wonwoo’s aching cock. He keeps you locked on his dick, balls slapping against your ass as he continues to pound into your gushing cunt.

“So fucking good.” Wonwoo groans gutturally before his hot cum floods your ruined cunt, painting your stretched out walls and claiming you in every sense of the word.

So much of his cum spills out and trickles down his pulsing cock, and you whimper when Wonwoo fucks it deeper into your pussy. You’re both sweaty and sticky, yet there’s still a burning ache in your core that seems like it can only be soothes by Wonwoo and his big cock.

“Want it again.” You moan into his ear, clenching down on his twitching dick. “Please.”

This is where you learn that the resident bad boy can never tell you no.

You barely process him flipping you over and manhandling you into the position he wants. Wonwoo presses your legs against your chest and start to pound into you with rough thrusts. He’s slow but brutish, slamming against your cervix every time he pushes in. Your cream soaks his thick cock and your inner thighs. It slowly drips down to your ass where his heavy balls slap against the tender skin.

“Fuck, babydoll. I’ll never get enough of this tight little pussy.” He sounds so gone, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust.

You cry out each time, the pleasure blooming into that delicious feeling in your stomach. Wonwoo’s words have you clenching around his dick, and he lets out a deep groan. He keeps moaning out praises about how good you are for him, but it’s hard to focus on his words when his thick cock is pummeling into you relentlessly.

You continuously gush around Wonwoo’s cock on the brink of yet another orgasm as you leave a stain around the base. Your pussy is stretched beyond belief, and it feels so fucking good that’s it’s making you delirious.

“I’m gonna have to stuff this pretty pussy full every day.” Wonwoo moans, loving how your cunt keeps spasming around his throbbing cock. He’s fantasised about this for so long, and now that he’s had you he’s completely addicted to you.

“Fuh-Fuck!” You wail, soaking his cock even more at his promise, leaving it dripping.

Wonwoo’s thrusts grow more powerful and ravenous. The pretty sounds you’re letting out every time he drives in and out of you is driving him insane. It’s not long for the harsh snapping of his hips to finally send you into your climax. This one is more somehow more intense than your previous one. Wonwoo groans loudly, watching as you squirt all over his cock.

Each time Wonwoo strokes your g-spot, another gush of liquid spurts from your core. “You’re so fucking hot, angel. Making a mess all over my cock.”

“Come inside me.” You beg with a loud moan, mind already so far gone to think about anything else but being fucked full of his hot cum.

Your lewd plea only drives his desire for you. Wonwoo feels his orgasm approaching with every rough thrust. His balls are aching to be emptied again, and he doesn’t hesitate to chase that euphoric feeling. Your pussy is practically begging him to fill you up with his seed, and he does exactly that. With one final shove, he bottoms out inside you and stills, cock twitching and throbbing in your hot cunt.

A huge load of cum pours into you, coating your walls and taking up the minimal space his cock hasn’t covered. Wonwoo slowly fucks it into you until you’re both whimpering from the overstimulation.

When he pulls out, his cum and your cream slowly leak out of your messy cunt. The fucked out pants you’re letting out are quickly stifled by Wonwoo's lips. You moan into his mouth as he slowly lets go of your legs and hooks them around his hips.

Pulling away, you barely register as he starts to tenderly kiss all over your body. You’re completely sated and too gone to acknowledge your surroundings even as Wonwoo gets up and brings back a warm towel. He gently cleans you up, whispering sweet praises that make you feel a different type of euphoria.

“Hold me, Nonu.” You finally manage to say when you realize he’s done cleaning the both of you up.

His smile is so pretty and precious as he goes to lay with you. The way he cradles you against his chest is comforting, and you know that you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

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[marvyu]

TINY HANDS, BIG HEARTS

pairings. all seventeen members x female reader genre(s). pure fluff

summary. seventeen members meet their mini-me's and melt into fatherhood for the first time.

warnings. emotional, tenderness, detailed character reactions, lowercase intended, rewritten -- if i missed anything lmk!

choi seungcheol

as soon as you place your newborn in seungcheol’s arms, he’s instantly overwhelmed with joy. tears well up in his eyes, and he holds the baby close, his protective instincts immediately kicking in. “look at you,” he whispers, voice trembling with emotion. you’ve never seen him so vulnerable yet so strong at the same time. he cradles the baby gently, his large hands careful and tender. every few seconds, he glances at you, eyes filled with gratitude and love. seungcheol promises right then and there that he’ll protect and cherish your baby with all his heart. he’s in awe of this tiny life you both created, and the reality of being a father hits him in the best way possible.

yoon jeonghan

jeonghan can’t stop smiling as he gazes at your baby. he gently touches their tiny hands, marveling at how small and delicate they are. “hey there, little one,” he whispers sweetly, his voice soothing and gentle. he leans in closer, eyes filled with warmth and adoration. you can see how natural he is with the baby, as if he was born to be a father. every little movement or sound your baby makes brings a new wave of joy to his face. he’s in his element, already planning all the sweet moments and gentle guidance he’ll give as they grow. jeonghan’s heart is full, and it’s clear he’s ready to pour all his love into this new chapter of your lives.

hong jisoo

jisoo softly sings a lullaby to your newborn, his voice calm and melodic. as he holds the baby close, he gazes down with a look of pure love and pride. “you’re so precious,” he murmurs, a gentle smile playing on his lips. you can see the contentment in his eyes, knowing that he’s holding the best part of both of you. every note he sings seems to weave a spell of calm around your little family. jisoo is proud and content, feeling an immense sense of fulfillment. he’s already imagining the future filled with music and love, teaching your child the beauty of song and the importance of kindness. he’s never felt more complete.

wen junhui

junhui laughs with excitement the moment he sees your baby. he talks to them in a playful manner, his voice filled with energy and joy. “hey there, tiny one! i’m your dad,” he says, eyes twinkling with delight. he’s full of enthusiasm, his laughter infectious. every little coo or wiggle from your baby sends him into fits of giggles. junhui is already planning all the fun and playful moments he’ll share with them, from silly faces to playful games. his heart is bursting with happiness, and you can tell he’s going to be the kind of dad who fills your child’s life with endless joy and laughter.

kwon soonyoung

soonyoung beams with happiness as he holds your newborn. he can’t help but make playful faces to get them to smile, his affection evident in every gesture. “you’re my little star,” he coos, his grin wide and bright. his happiness is contagious, filling the room with warmth. soonyoung’s playful nature shines through, but there’s also a deep tenderness in the way he cradles your baby. he’s already imagining all the dance routines he’ll teach them, all the ways he’ll encourage their creativity and joy. his heart is full of love, and he’s ready to shower your child with all the affection and fun he has to give.

jeon wonwoo

wonwoo quietly admires your baby, a gentle smile playing on his lips. he holds them carefully, his touch light and tender. “you’re amazing,” he whispers, eyes filled with awe. you can see how deeply moved he is, his usual calm demeanor softened by this incredible moment. he’s content to just watch the baby’s tiny movements, memorizing every detail. wonwoo’s love is quiet but profound, and he’s ready to be the steady, reliable presence in your child’s life. he may not be the loudest or most expressive, but his love is deep and unwavering. he’s already planning all the ways he’ll support and nurture your baby as they grow.

lee jihoon

jihoon looks at your baby with awe, a mix of shyness and tenderness in his expression. he’s a bit hesitant at first, but as soon as he holds them, you can see the love in his eyes. “hello there,” he says softly, his voice almost a whisper. he’s incredibly gentle, as if afraid to disturb their peaceful sleep. jihoon’s heart swells with emotion, and he’s already thinking about all the lullabies and songs he’ll write for them. his shyness melts away as he starts to bond with your baby, his natural tenderness coming to the fore. he’s ready to be the most caring and dedicated father, pouring all his love into this tiny new life.

lee seokmin

seokmin is full of joy, his smile so wide it looks like it might split his face. he can’t stop grinning as he holds your baby, eyes sparkling with happiness. “you’re perfect,” he says, his voice thick with emotion. he sings softly to them, his voice a gentle lullaby. every note is filled with love, and you can see how deeply he’s already bonded with your child. seokmin’s joy is infectious, and you can’t help but smile along with him. he’s ready to be the most loving and joyful father, filling your baby’s life with music and laughter. his heart is so full, and he can’t wait to share every moment of this new journey with you.

kim mingyu

mingyu is very emotional as he holds your baby for the first time. tears well up in his eyes, and he can’t help but smile through them. “i can’t believe you’re here,” he whispers, his voice full of awe. he cradles the baby gently, his large hands surprisingly delicate. every little movement or sound from your baby brings a fresh wave of emotion. mingyu’s heart is overflowing with love, and he’s already imagining all the ways he’ll protect and care for your child. his emotions are raw and powerful, and he’s not afraid to show them. he’s ready to be the most dedicated and loving father, cherishing every moment with your baby.

xu minghao

minghao is calm and serene as he holds your baby, his touch gentle and reassuring. “hello, little one,” he says softly, his voice a soothing balm. he strokes their head softly, eyes filled with a deep, quiet love. minghao’s presence is calming, and you can see how naturally he takes to being a father. he talks to the baby in a gentle, melodic tone, his words full of love and promise. minghao is ready to be a calm and steady presence in your child’s life, guiding them with love and wisdom. his heart is full, and he’s already planning all the ways he’ll nurture and support your baby as they grow.

boo seungkwan

seungkwan is excited and lively, his energy filling the room as he holds your baby. “look at you! you’re amazing!” he exclaims, eyes wide with wonder. he talks to the baby with enthusiasm, his voice full of love and excitement. seungkwan’s reactions are so spirited that he makes everyone around him laugh. he’s already planning all the fun and lively moments he’ll share with your child, from games to songs to endless laughter. his heart is bursting with joy, and he’s ready to be the most fun and loving father. seungkwan’s energy is infectious, and you know your baby will always feel loved and cherished.

chwe hansol

hansol is amazed and a bit speechless as he holds your baby for the first time. he smiles gently, eyes wide with wonder. “wow, you’re really here,” he murmurs, voice filled with awe. he holds the baby close, careful and tender. hansol’s usual cool demeanor melts away in the presence of your newborn, revealing a softer, more vulnerable side. he’s ready to be the kind of father who’s always there, offering quiet support and endless love. his heart is full, and he’s already imagining all the ways he’ll share his passions and interests with your child. hansol’s love is deep and steady, and he’s ready to pour it all into this new journey.

lee chan

chan is overjoyed as he holds your baby, his smile wide and bright. he can’t help but dance around a bit, his excitement palpable. “you’re incredible!” he exclaims, eyes shining with happiness. he keeps looking at the baby in wonder, his heart full of love. chan’s joy is infectious, and you can see how deeply he’s already bonded with your child. he’s ready to be the most enthusiastic and loving father, sharing his energy and joy with your baby. chan’s heart is bursting with happiness, and he can’t wait to fill your child’s life with love, laughter, and endless fun.

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[asscoups17]

Some of my Favorite Seventeen Fics

s- smut a- angst f- fluff

One shots ~

Beautiful Liar ~ s a f @onlymingyus (Mingyu x f!Reader) (wc: 25.6k)

Crossroads ~ s a f @smileysuh (Kim Mingyu & Jeon Wonwoo x afab!Reader) (wc: 19.8k)

Anteric ~ s a f @smileysuh (Mingyu & Wonwoo x afab!Reader) (wc: 16.6k)

Too much of a good thing ~ s a f @lovelyhan (wonwoo x f!reader x mingyu) (wc: 15.6k)

Favourite ~ s f @simpxxstan (boss!wonwoo x model!mingyu x f.reader) (wc: 15k) (OMG DEF ONE OF MY FAVOURITES)

Always Only You ~ a s f @honeyhotteoks (brothers bestfriend! Cheol) (wc: 14.2k) (FAVORITE)

Good Luck, Fermata Tower ~ s a f @beefboyandbabygirl (fire-lookout!seungcheol x female!fire-lookout!reader) (wc: 13.9k)

Clowns ~ s a f @smileysuh (S.coups & Jeonghan & Joshua & Wonwoo & Mingyu x afab!Reader) (wc: 13.3k) (FAVORITE)

Too Many Beds ~ s @miabebe (Seungcheol x afab!reader) (wc: 13k)

Creep ~ s a f @smileysuh (Mingyu x afab!Reader) (wc: 9.1k) (FAVORITE)

it’s all fun and games ~ s a f @dontflailmenow (Mingyu x fem!Reader) (wc: 8.9k)

Dare You ~ s f @dontflailmenow (bf!Mingyu x fem!Reader) (wc: 6k)

Fuck, Marry, Kill ~ s @bitchlessdino (fem!reader x ex!mingyu x shitstirrer!seungcheol x innocentbystander!wonwoo) (wc: 5.6k) (FAVORITE)

Vices and Virtues ~ s a f @lovelyhan (bodyguard!mingyu x fem!reader) (wc: 5.4k)

Do I Want to Hit You or Do I Just Want You? ~ s a f @dontflailmenow (Mingyu x fem!Reader) (wc: 3.9k)

The cake in the back! ~ s @toruro (dilf! Cheol) (wc: 3.8k)

Baby Fever ~ s @cheolhub (pussy-drunk-bitch-in-heat cheol) (wc: 3.4k)

Control Me ~ s @duhnova (gamerbf! Wonwo) (wc: 3k) (FAVORITE)

rules! “do i make you horny, baby?” ~ s @teeskz (gamer!seungcheol x fem!reader) (wc: 2.7k)

Practice Makes Perfect ~ s f @wongyuseokie (c.s.cxf!reader, j.w.wxf!reader, k.m.gxf!reader) (wc: 2.6k)

In The Dark Corners ~ s @sanakiras (fem!reader x ex!mingyu x bf!seungcheol) (wc: 2.2k)

gamers do it better ~ s @sluttyminghao (c.s.cxf!reader, j.w.wxf!reader) (wc: 2k)

On My Worst Behavior ~ s @sluttywoozi (rough Vernon) (wc: 0.6k)

Popsicle ~ s @loupetlapinn (Mingyu x fem!reader (wc: ???)

𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐚̀ 𝐝𝐞𝐮𝐱 ~ s @loupetlapinn (Seungcheol & Wonwoo & Mingyu x fem!reader) (wc: ???)

Series ~

Challenge Me ~ s a @seokgyuu (Pairing: OT13 x afab!Reader) (All Separate) (Total wc: 94k) (10000/10) (FAVORITE) (Messy to say the least)

ice cold, cabin fever ~ s a f @smileysuh (Seungcheol & Mingyu x afab!Reader) (wc: 25.9k) (FAVORITE) (Part 2)

Hits Different (…’cause it’s you) ~ s a f @gyuswhore (brothers bestfriend! Mingyu x Fem!reader) (wc: 20.2k) (FAVORITE) (Emotional to say the least)

Bloodily Safe ~ s a @starlightxsvt (psychopath!wonwoo x fem!Reader) (wc: 18.5k) (Game On! pt2 : 6k)

Push It Down ~ s a f @dontflailmenow (ex bf’s bestfriend! Cheol) (pt 5(last part) (wc: 16.6k)

Getting Closer ~ s a f @milfgyuu (Wonwoo x Fem!reader x Mingyu) (pt 1: 10.8k)

Cat & Mouse ~ s f @wonusite (bad boy au; Wonwoo) (pt 2: 5.6k)

After Class ~ s f @rubyreduji (professor! Cheol) (pt 1: 1.6k) (4 parts in all)

⭐️Last Update: 08/21/2024⭐️

[junkissed]

pro bono

member — lawyer!wonwoo x lawyer!reader genre — smut, fwb to ?? word count — 1.1k synopsis — you and your coworker jeon wonwoo have been working on this case for months. now that it's finally over, he shows you that "for the public good" doesn't mean that he can't be good for you, too. aka: lawyer wonwoo fucking coworker reader after winning a case smut warnings — descriptions of female anatomy, prone bone (the title is a pun hehe), creampie (shocker i know!), spanking, hair pulling, dacryphilia, mirror sex, coworkers fwb!wonu, gratuitous descriptions of how wide wonu's shoulders are just because i can notes — requested by @junhuisms sorry this took so long bff </3 — lots of love to @onlymingyus for proofreading !! — probably some legal inaccuracies bc i know nothing about the law i'm just here to fuck the hot man so go easy on me pls. i really meant for this to be a longer fic but it's been in my docs for almost a year and i've been trying to not pressure myself to write a certain amount so i hope this is still able to live up to your expectations :) i know i've been pretty mia recently but i'm trying to get back into the swing of things so feedback is super super appreciated! hope you enjoy! note #2 — tumbly still hates me and is super finnicky about putting my posts in the tags so i haven't been able to use my regular divider image bc it bugs out :(( i've tried everything i'm sorry but pls lmk how you like this new one!

you’d been working on this case for months, and it had been one to make or break your career. weeks upon weeks of research, reviewing documents and studying laws to make sure your arguments were seamless.

the upside to all this work, however, was that you got to know your coworker wonwoo better, who you’d been assigned to work on the case with. and by “get to know him,” what you really meant was “get railed every night after work”.

and tonight, after the trial had wrapped up and the court’s final decision had ruled in your favor, you found yourself where you’d grown accustomed to spending all your nights: in his penthouse apartment, and more specifically, in his bed.

the floor-length mirror in his room was one of your favorite things, because no matter what position you were in or how you were angled, you could always see wonwoo. see his broad shoulders, see his muscles flexing, see his abs tensing right before he cums; and god, it drives you crazy.

but it drives him even more crazy as he fucks you into his mattress, watching in the mirror’s reflection how your eyes are squeezed shut and tears stream down your cheeks onto his pillowcase. 

it’s one of his favorite positions, as you’ve learned over the past few months, to have you lying flat on your stomach as he fucks you from behind. with your body at this angle, he can get so much deeper into you, you can practically feel it in your stomach, and with only just a handful of thrusts he can make you fall apart on his cock in a matter of seconds. 

tonight, however, it’s taken less than that to make you cum. the pride of winning the case has him on a high, and he barely even needed to get you stretched out first. but he did anyway, his face buried between your thighs for what felt like eternity until you were pushing his head away and begging him to stop teasing.

you yelp as he twists his hand in your hair, yanking your neck back so you can see your reflection in the mirror.

your eyelids droop heavily, jaw hanging open as wonwoo meets your eyes in the mirror. “you see how well i fuck you, baby?” he groans, squeezing your hip with his other hand. “taking it so fucking well… i’ve fucked you stupid, haven’t i?”

all you can manage is a moan as tears begin to form in your eyes from the pleasure. you whimper quietly, noises muffled by the pillow as you struggle to catch your breath in between thrusts. you can already feel the burn of another orgasm in the pit of your stomach, and wonwoo’s hands pushing down on your lower back are making it impossible to hold back.

“my good girl,” he coos and he lets go of his hand in your hair, barely giving you a chance to catch yourself as your head falls forward and back down onto the pillow. “don’t hold back those pretty sounds. let everybody hear how you like to celebrate your wins. you deserve it, baby.”

“just as much a win for you— as it is for me,” you manage to gasp out. you struggle to keep your eyes open but you force yourself to, determined to see the way his face contorts in the mirror. his eyebrows furrow as he adjusts the angle of his hips, staring down at your ass, back arching into him and forcing his cock deeper with every stroke.

he leans down over you, caging your body with his own, his mouth brushing against the back of your neck. “we both know you did most of the work. and this… this is your reward.”

“wonwoo—” you moan out brokenly as his hands knead your ass roughly, grabbing at your skin and spreading you apart so he can push into you with more force. you clench around him and he curses, his hips starting to stutter.

without warning he pulls out, rolling you over onto your back. you whine at the sudden loss and at the ache in your muscles, but wonwoo just leans forward over your body to kiss you and suddenly you forget everything you were thinking about. you’re so caught up in his mouth on yours and his hands sliding over your body that you barely even notice when he pushes his cock back into you, never breaking away from your lips as he starts out a steady rhythm, gradually building back up to his pace from earlier.

finally he pulls away, sitting up to put his hands on the back of your thighs and push your legs up to your chest. your breath catches in your throat with each thrust, your mind reeling as you concentrate on the feeling of him so deep inside you, pressing against that sweet spot over and over again.

his broad chest is the only thing that fills your vision as you cum, and your brain barely registers the words that leave his mouth in that deep, gravelly voice you’ve become accustomed to hearing nearly every night. 

“taking every inch so fucking well,” he grunts, forehead glistening with sweat. “god, you look so good taking my cock.” his movements become more and more desperate as he starts to chase his high, his fingers digging into your skin so roughly to the point that you know you’ll find bruises there in the morning. 

still breathing heavily, you whine out his name one last time, sending him over the edge right behind you in a matter of seconds. he lets out a guttural groan, continuing to snap his hips frantically as your walls squeeze around his throbbing cock.

wonwoo chuckles, handing you your purse and helping you shrug your coat on as you attempt to wipe the smudged mascara from your cheeks with your thumbs.

“same time, monday night?” you ask as he walks you down the hall to the elevator, holding the doors open with one hand.

he nods, not even making an attempt to hide the grin on his face. “you keep winning cases like you did today, and you might as well just move in. save you the trouble of calling a taxi every night.”

you laugh, knowing he’s not serious but your heart races at the thought anyway. “you keep fucking me like that, and i might take you up on that offer.”

he hums and raises his eyebrows, but you can tell he’s pleased. “i knew having that mirror installed was a good investment.”

you might not be getting paid for taking on pro bono cases, but just knowing that you’re helping people makes up for it. and of course, the compensation you get from your coworker is more than enough to keep you coming back for more. 

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[jeonride]

hey, welcome to jeonride's jeon wonwoo reading list part 1 ! (click the navigation if you want another reading list/ fic recs!)

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FICTS ! ✧*。

Just Ask (fluff, smut, boyfriend!wonwoo) by @idyllic-ghost

Getting Closer (angst, smut, horror ft. joker!wonwoo and chief inspector female!reader) by @multi-kpop-fanfics

Red Lights (incubus!wonwoo) by @multi-kpop-fanfics

Amour-Haine & Co. (smut, enemies to lovers) by @wonwoosthetic

Crush 03 (fluff, mention of sex, mechanic!au) by @gyukult

GAM3 BO1 (smut, fluff)

The King's Red Rose (smut, royal au) by my lovely sunny ! @sunnylovespickles

SIX-THIRTY (smut, boyfriend!woo) by @cheolhub

Favorite (smut, teacher!woo) by @wonusite

Sweet Eye Candy (smut) by @idyllic-ghost

Chase Me, Make Me Yours (smut, angst) by @wonuhour

Warm Encounters (smut) by @flowerboykun

Roommates with Benefits (smut) by @shuaflix

Favorite Poison (smut, fluff) by @lovelyhan

Sweet Darling (w/ chan) by @bitchlessdino

Love You Twice (smut) by @toruro

Wedding Weekends (fluff) by @suhnshinehaos

By Line (ceo!wonwoo x reporter!reader) by @wonwussy

Blood Love : One More Taste (smut, vampire!wonwoo) by @multi-kpop-fanfics

Blood Love pt. 2 (smut, vampire!wonwoo) by @multi-kpop-fanfics

Sharing is Caring but I don't Care (all fluff, hybrid!woo) by @gamerwoo

Payment Due! (smut, camboy!woo) by @solarwonux

Blind Spot (smut, enemies with benefits) by @sluttywonwoo

All to Yourself (smut, best friend!woo) by @multi-kpop-fanfics

POV (fluff, hurt/comfort) by @by-soleil

Lavender Tea & Honey (smut, fluff) by @peachybun-bun

Working Late (smut, husband!wonwoo) by @number1mingyustan

Cat Got Your Tongue? (smut, angry sex) by @number1mingyustan

Deluxe Version (fluff, dash of angst) by @darl-ings

Have Mercy (smut, rough sex) by @sluttyminghao

His Favorite Color is Blue (angst, fluff) by @euphoricsunflowers

Feelings (fluff) by @markberries

Hardcover (fluff) by @markberries

I'm a Swimming Fool (college au) by @glowonu

You VS The Universe (fluff) by @cheolism

First Kiss (fluff, barista!woo) by @ally-127

Mine (smut) by @peachybun-bun

Heads in The Cloud, Landing Among Stars (fluff, pilot!wonwoo) by @twogyuu

Four Years (fluff, exes to lovers) by @kyufessions

Needy (smut, jealous sub!wonwoo) by @cheolhub

Love Me Tender The Series (smut, sub!woo) by @multi-kpop-fanfics

Yours (Pt. 2 of POV) by @by-soleil

DRABBLES / SCENARIOS ! ✧*。

gentle on the streets, freak on the sheets (by @multi-kpop-fanfics)

you're the prettiest during sex to him (smut) by @multi-kpop-fanfics

neighbor!wonwoo jerks himself off (smut) by @cheolhub

fucking detective!wonwoo on a train (smut) by @jeongwife

you use safeword during sex (smut, comfort) by @multi-kpop-fanfics

thigh riding (smut) by @multi-kpop-fanfics

fucking while you're pregnant (husband!woo) by @multi-kpop-fanfics

look at me (smut) by @peachybun-bun

coworker!wonwoo (smut) pt.2 & pt.3 by @euphoricsunflowers

02.47 am (fluff) by @gyuslcve

you have your me (fluff, comfort)

daylight (fluff)

dad!wonwoo (fluff, implied smut)

making out (smut, soft dom!wonwoo)

fucking on the kitchen counter (smut)

sucking his dick while his working (smut)

him sucking your tits (fluff, boyfriend!woo)

him asking you to sit on his face (smut)

hard + fluff thoughts (boyfriend!woo)

sucking + kissing his tattoo (smut)

pervert gamer!woo (smut)

gamer boyfriend!wonwoo | 2nd ver

professor!wonwoo (smut)

fucking lawyer!wonwoo (smut)

nsfw sleepover (smut)

wonwoo hard thoughts (fluff, smut)

fwb (kitten!woo, mistress kink)

active during nighttime ( hybrid black panther!wonwoo and hybrid cat!reader)

smut, established relationship (also fluff)

[09.00pm] (all fluff!)

late night walk (fluff)

does he could make you feel good as i do? (racer!wonwoo)

more myself than i am (fluff)

vvwonwoovv is on live! (streamer!wonwoo)

he spoils you so much (smut, ft.mingyu)

[04.01pm] (smut)

him obsessed with your body after giving birth (smut, dad! wonwoo)

body worship (smut, kinda)

bedtime routine (fluff)

fireplace (fluff, kinda smut).

cuddling (fluff)

69 (smut)

car sex (smut)

take care of me (sub!wonwoo)

needy sub!wonwoo (smut)

workplace rivals (smut)

of shy smiles & misunderstanding (fluff)

waiting (fluff)

childish joy (fluff)

two umbrellas (fluff)

14:28 (fluff, contains bodyworship)

cuffed (smut, wonwoo is a sub sorta???)

fucked by office mate (smut)

[ts19009]

Seventeen Fic Rec's

(CONTAINS SMUT AND MATURE SUBJECT MATTER)

(Bold title means favorite)

(UPDATED: December 4th, 2023)

OT13

In Pursuit of Wedded Bliss (Updated Masterlist) (A Seventeen Regency!AU Series) @fantasyescapes17

seventeen fic recommendations

Kim Mingyu

In Soft Hands | Part 2 (Mingyu) @beahae (SingleDad!Mingyu x DaycareTeacher!Reader(f))

what’s your number?; kmg @nevernonline (synposis: after finding an online article about the number of sexual partners a woman should have, your day with your neighbor turns into him being lucky number eighteen. paring/s: model! mingyu x afab! reader, ft. little brother! chan.)

again and again ⟢(exes, fake dating, mutual pining, idol!gyu, vet!reader, mild angst, fluff, smut) @lovelyhan

creep (Halloween, ghost!mingyu, serial killer!mingyu, etc…) @smileysuh

Aphrodite (smut, friends to lovers, established relationship, fluff at the beginning) @highvern

Covert Desires (spy!mingyu x assasin!reader (fem!reader themes: spy au, mafia, enemies to lovers, fake marriage, mutual pining, spies, angst, fluff, killing) @etherealyoungk

Slowly; All At Once (fluff, best friends to lovers with Mingyu, boyfriend material!Mingyu, slight angst.) @gyuwoncheol

Hits Different (...'cause it's you) (1) (brother's best friend!au, brother!seokmin, fluff, angst, smut) @gyuswhore

His Smile(smut, fluff, slowburn, fake dating!au) @angelwonie

Parties, Yachts and Wishful Thinking (enemies to lovers, reader and Mingyu are rich, Mingyu is kind of an asshole but so is reader, parties, mentions of reader crushing on Wonwoo, drinking, cursing, tennis, yachts and pure filth) @ithinkilikeit-reactions

Other Mingyu recs @novalpha

we don’t usually hold hands (m) || kmg & reader (angst, fluff, smut, friends with benefits, idiots to lovers, sort-of-mean!oc, nice guy!mingyu, emotionally constipated!oc honestly) @gyukult

kim mingyu’s (unhelpful) guide to losing your virginity (smut, fluff, humor, college au, best friends to lovers au, friends with benefits au) @shuaflix

the very first night. (exes to lovers, roommates!au | romance, angst, smut) Link works on pc and through my reblog i think

OVER MY HEAD (brother'sbestfriend!mingyu, fratboy!mingyu, pining, friends to lovers, angst (only a little), reader's a chronic overthinker, slow burn, smut, f reader, oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, wonwoo's kinda absent </3, crying (blame mingyu), etc.) @hannieehaee

it’s all fun and games (mingyu x female reader ) @dontflailmenow

Hong Joshua (Jisoo)

Loverboy (regency era romance, historical, drama, slow burn, angst.) @starlightxsvt

cranberry concoctions (bartender!joshua x f!reader) @onlyhuis

Mr (not) so perfectly fine (Joshua Hong x Fem! Reader, not super relevant to the plot but, this is a Non-Idol AU, exes to exes with benefits, elements of angst) @hwanghyunjinenthusiast

the devil wears baby blue (mut (minors PLS dni!), strangers to fucking lol) @onlyseokmins

Virgin Killer (cheerleader!reader, nerd!shua, virgin!shua, he’s kinda cold in this but is lowkey still a soft boi, drinking, teasing, jealousy, reader has a little bit of a corruption kink, loss of virginity, oral sex (f and m receiving), unprotected sex, riding, multiple creampies, overstimulation) @wonusite

isohel (all time joshua fav) (slowburn, modern royalty au, angst, fluff) @toruro

mr. nice guy (, neighbor!joshua, joshua's muscles deserve their own tag tbh, oral (f receiving), alcohol consumption (NOT drunk sex), petnames (sweetheart mostly :pp), biting, spit kink, unedited as alway) @toruro

eyes meeting, hearts apart ⟢ (; bartender!reader, requited unrequited love, immense pining, angst, flowers, slow burn, smut (MINORS DNI)) @lovelyhan

Jeon Wonwoo

Jeon’s Anatomy - Cast (surgeon au) @hansols-yoda-boxers

Blown up love (gaming is all fun and... well, games, until you start crushing on the only person that takes pity on you and saves you from mobs.) @starsstuddedsky

I found love in your smile (doctor!wonwoo x lawyer!female oc) @wonlouvre

wonwoo reading list / fic recs part 3 ! @jeonride

meet cute of the century (meet cute, strangers to lovers, pining, discourse abt being an idol as a career, mild angst, smut) @lovelyhan

Licentious (babysitter au, cheating au, smut) @wonusite

to build a home (idol!husband! jeon wonwoo x actress!afab!reader) @tomodachiii

X + Y = YOU AND I ||( jeon wonwoo academic rival!wonwoo x fem!reader) @angelwonie

yoon jeonghan

just one day (fluff // angst // nonidol!au // brother's best friend // fake dating!au // they're idiots lmao // not edited nor proofread so pls bear w me lol // cursing and. two? kissing scenes.) @wonwoonlightligh

to live again (ime travel!au, childhood friends to lovers!au, slow burn, angst, some fluff, some humor) @viastro I WAS CRYING PLS READ

Pathetic Series @leejihoonownsmyhearthoonownsmyheart

Jeonghan’s Guide to Insurance Fraud (And Falling in Love) (fluff, angst, non-idol au, elementary school teacher!jeonghan, f2L, fake relationship) @starsstuddedsky

xu minghao

✧ the letter (slowburn, fluff, angst, childhood f2l) @toruro

✧ flight of the stars (mut (18+ / mdni), f1 au, brief high school au, angst, fluff) @toruro

✧ oh my! @toruro

fixer upper (s2f2l. “beg” minghao. LOTS OF PLOT with eventual smut. slow and i mean SLOW burn. some member slander(affectionate),) @seungkwansphd

Glacial Pace (fake dating au, friends to lovers, fluff, smut) @wonusite

To Keep You Warm @idyllic-ghost

Kwon Soon-young

My Best Friend's Mother (is the One For Me) — ksy (milf chaser!soonyoung, milf!reader) @rubyreduji

driving lessons for dummies (fluff, humor, smut, strangers to lovers au, college au) @shuaflix FAV ATM XD

be sweet (prince!hoshi x princess!reader) @heartkyeom

charity f*ck (virgin guy who lives with his parents!soonyoung, he’s not shy but he is very clumsy, a lot of texting so be prepared for that format for a lil bit (THIS IS NOT A SOCIAL MEDIA AU), facetime-sex, real life sex) @ncteez