#reader x wonho

[monsta-x-jagi]

Legal Affairs - Chapter 1

Synopsis: A rookie lawyer helps Wonho while he is being investigated for involvement in black market dealings.

Word count: 2.8k

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You walked through the revolving doors to Useungja Law Firm whose name meant “winner.” One of the best law firms in Seoul, it was known for having a high proportion of successful cases, and specialising in commercial law, civil suits and similar matters. Which is why you were surprised at the new case given to you. 

“I thought we didn’t do criminal cases?” You asked your CEO.

“We don’t, but this was a special request, from my friend at the TV station. He wants to make sure his station isn’t caught up in these charges, so he discussed it with the idol’s agency and asked me to look into it.” The CEO replied and gave you the file to flick through. He knew you wouldn’t refuse the case, but he could tell you were feeling nervous.

After a long pause, you asked, “So why me? This feels like an important case.”

“I heard you had something of an interest in dark seedy black market crimes. Plus, you took criminal law classes last semester and I haven’t touched that stuff in over a decade.” 

“Wow samcheon (uncle), you really had to make it sound like I have personal experience with the black market huh?” You laughed. “But sure, I will take the case.” You even saluted the CEO for good measure.

He laughed, before his face turned serious again. “Alright, but just one more thing sweetheart. Your mum said you missed out on all the other internships, but working at your old uncle’s firm isn’t pity, okay? I know you’re good, so get out there and prove it, because you’re still a skilled lawyer.”

Your client was a Lee Hoseok, represented by Starship Entertainment. He was part of a large number of idols being investigated for involvement with various black market entities, though nobody had been charged yet. You were simply there as a preventative measure to support him throughout the investigation. Following a party with several guests that included dubious and suspicious people, Le Hoseok and several others had been named as persons of interest.

The door to the meeting room opened soon after you sat down, and two men walked in, with one clearly being Hoseok. His hoodie did a pathetic job of hiding his figure which was clearly the result of many dedicated hours at the gym. You reached over to your drink bottle, telling yourself it’s because you are thirsty after seeing the iced coffee he had in his hand, and not for any other reason. The men sat across from you, and you introduced yourself and the plan for the meeting today. 

“Hello. My name is y/n and I will be handling your case. Today, I just want to ask some questions based on what’s in the file. But you can keep talking even outside of those questions. I really just want to hear anything that will help your case, that’s all.”

Hoseok’s manager tapped his arm. He had been zoning out all morning since the manager mentioned his schedule for the day. He studied the lawyer in front of him. You seemed very young, probably younger than him, and he felt a small sense of dread that a rookie was handling his case.

“I didn’t do anything. I swear, I never stole anything, took drugs or hurt someone. I didn’t even do it for someone else.” He blurted out.

He didn’t intend to sound desperate, but he had been so lost in his thoughts earlier that he didn’t even hear your question.

Poor boy. He seemed very out of it. “It’s okay, this is a preventative measure for the investigation. We know nothing happened.” He appeared a little calmer once you said that, so you began listing your plan of action.

“I’m going to request surveillance footage from the TV station where this party supposedly happened. If you keep an inventory of what’s usually in your bags, I'd like to see that too, as well as a list of staff members or guests who were present.”

Hoseok simply nodded and his manager who agreed to provide anything you needed.

Then there was one more thing. You apologetically turned to the manager. “Client-attorney privilege only applies between me and Mr Lee. So for our conversations to be protected, we do technically need to have our consults alone. I hope you understand.”

The manager nodded, and with no hostility, left the room after squeezing Hoseok’s shoulder. 

You waited for the manager to leave before continuing your interview with Hoseok. You decided to forego your desire to run your gaze appreciatively all over his body by simply looking down at your notes. You asked your first question. “Do you have any exes I should be concerned about?”

Hoseok almost sputtered his coffee when he heard that, and looked at you questioningly.

“Sorry, I wasn’t hitting on you.” This was a bad habit you needed to fix before heading to a courtroom. You often worded things without necessary context. “What I meant was can you think of anyone that would want to hurt you? I won’t tell your manager about these people if you don’t want to me, by the way,” you added, hoping it made him feel safe.

Hoseok didn’t seem to show much emotion when he answered. His voice was monotone and he didn’t even seem to be in the present. “I’ve had some entanglements, but there aren’t any that I think would want to hurt me.”

You tried not to let the initial lack of rapport with your client bother you as you continued you questions. “Can you tell me how much you drank last night?”

Hoseok looked sheepish. “I don’t remember anything from last night, if I am being honest.”

“That’s okay.” You made a small note in the file and continued. “Did you take any drinks given to you by another person? Like something they mixed, not something that came in a can or bottle?”

Hoseok was silent, thinking. “Probably.”

Your first little theory had formed. If the man didn’t remember anything, maybe he was drugged, possibly by one of those suspicious person, and if he was drugged, he may have been unaware of anything he may have done, including at someone else’s orders or under duress. But you needed more evidence for this theory, so you simply said, “I want you to take a drug test, today if possible. I’ll schedule one.”

Hoseok’s eyes widened in shock. Maybe some frustration too, since he had already told you he was innocent, but he nodded. His agency had ordered him to cooperate, though he would’ve done so even without the order.

The last part of your meeting was introducing Hoseok to the CEO. When your questions were done, Hoseok got up and followed you out of the meeting room and into the elevator.

“Mr Lee, if you have any questions at all, you know you can ask, right? I promise I’m not as scary as I look,” you said, laughing a little awkwardly.

You knew you couldn’t possibly look scary to a man that had the strength to crush your bones into a fine dust, but the atmosphere in the elevator wasn’t exactly bright. You could feel Hoseok looking at you, and you hoped he wasn’t stressing too much about the investigation.

Unknown to you, Hoseok was actually admiring your outfit. You were wearing a light blue floral dress that flared out at your hips pared with a very smart-looking white blazer. It was like you couldn’t decide whether to be at the office or at a picnic, and Hoseok thought it was adorable. 

After another bout of silence, you spoke. “Mr Lee, could you enter your number and email address please? I am adding your email to a shared calendar for us. That way, we can keep track of things like important appointments, interviews, etc.” 

Hoseok obliged, typing his details into your phone, and you silently congratulated yourself on not making it sound like you were hitting on your client when you asked for his number.

Inside the CEO’s office, your uncle introduced himself to Hoseok with a firm handshake. “Hello Hoseok. I am y/CEO/n. Y/n is well versed in black market cases, and I will also be around to support you, so there is nothing to worry about.” 

Hoseok felt a small sense of relief hearing that. Surely if you were known to the CEO, you must be good at your job. The CEO then took his phone from his pocket and turned to you, with an amused smile on his face. Hoseok watched the interaction curiously.

“Y/n, I think your plan for the day is great,” the CEO said to you. “However, there’s something I need you to be careful about."

“Yeah? What?” You asked, with far too little honourifics for a CEO. 

Hoseok tensed, expecting an outburst from the man, but was pleasantly surprised when the CEO handed his unlocked phone to you. You stifled a laugh with your hand as you checked the CEO’s phone. Hoseok tried to hide his confused expression at this remarkably affectionate relationship between a rookie and the CEO, but he wasn’t quick enough. 

Noticing his quizzical expression, you began explaining. “The CEO has been a mentor to me since high school. We’re very close, so he teases me about every single silly mistake I make.”

You turned the CEO’s phone to face Hoseok. On the screen was a text message saying ‘Hi Mr Lee, it’s y/n. I’m excited to work with you and promise to do my best. I look forward to getting to know you more.’ 

There was nothing wrong with the message, except that you had texted it to the CEO, and not Hoseok. Seeing that, Hoseok cracked his first genuine smile of the day.

After your idol client left, you went to the Starship Entertainment office. The staff had already been informed to collect footage and any other necessary materials for your investigation. Starship Entertainment also forwarded you the schedules of each Monsta X member for you to conduct interviews with should you need to. When you went to Starship’s office, the list of schedules told you that Yoo Kihyun would be available for an interview.

Kihyun stopped by in between practice and his gym session. He smiled pleasantly and bowed before sitting across from you in a conference room at Starship. “Good afternoon y/n.” 

“Great to meet you, Kihyun.” It slipped your mind to call him Mr Yoo. “Let’s start by talking about what Hoseok was doing during the party. Who he talked to, what he ate or drank, just really anything at all that you remember.” You fiddled with you phone to find the recorder app and showed it to Kihyun. “You don’t mind right?”

“Well, usually I record in a studio, but for you I’ll make an exception,” Kihyun said and laughed. He seemed sweet.

Hoseok had arrived at the party together with his members, but spent most of his time with Hyungwon, sitting on the couch and chatting with a few people. Kihyun couldn’t remember who, but there was no animosity there. As for what Hoseok drank, he did get offered drinks by a few people there, but he stuck to his own drink. Hoseok didn’t even leave his drink unattended as far as Kihyun remembers. As for Hoseok’s behaviour before the party, during the show, Kihyun couldn’t recall anything out of the ordinary, except that Hoseok left one of his bags behind in their van, and they had to ask a staff member to go grab it sometime after arriving at the dressing room. Unfortunately, Kihyun wasn’t sure who that staff member might have been.

“Well thank you for your time, Kihyun. Is it okay if I contact you again if I have questions?” You asked as you finished scribbling some notes. 

“No worries, let me know if you need anything. I really want to help,” Kihyun said earnestly.

As Kihyun reached the door, you suddenly remembered something. “Is there a hair salon at Starship?"

Kihyun blinked confusedly before answering. “Uh yeah, did you need to go there?"

“I saw Hoseok’s schedule said he’s getting his hair done at 4pm, but I need some of his hair for a drug test. I was hoping the hairdresser could cut some for me without making it obvious.” 

Kihyun understood your unasked request. “I can definitely take you to the salon. But there’s one small problem.” You raised your eyebrows at him, waiting for him to finish “Hoseok is planning to bleach his hair, so if you want his hair for a drug test, you gotta be quick."

Your mouth dropped open. “Oh shi- I mean godda-,” you tried not to swear. That drug test would prove your client to at least didn’t consume any drugs, and you were not missing that chance. Kihyun laughed at your crude language, before leading you to the salon.

The hairdresser had draped him and trimmed his hair and was somewhere preparing the bleach and colour. Hoseok’s phone buzzed with a message from Kihyun: DONTT FUICKING BLEACH UR HAIRRR

Was this some prank? Shouldn’t you be working out, little munchkin? Hoseok replied smiling to himself. 

No I mean it, its for ur lawyer, Kihyun responded.

Hoseok was confused, but as he motioned for his hairdresser to hold off on the bleaching, the doors to the salon swung open. Behind it was Kihyun, with your slightly puffed out face appearing behind him. At the sight of Hoseok’s still unbleached hair, you breathed a sigh of relief. Kihyun moved aside to let you through, and much to Hoseok’s surprise, you made a beeline for him, or more specifically, his hair. 

Your fingers first delicately touched it, before stroking their way through it. Then a second and third time. “Oh, Hoseok, thank god,” you murmured. “It’s safe.” 

Hoseok met your gaze in the mirror, raising his eyebrows at you. “You okay there y/n? You uh… don’t get off on people’s hair do you?” 

You didn’t register the joke. “No, no, I just got worried we wouldn’t be able to do the drug test. I need your unbleached hair.”

“How much? I’ll get the stylist to cut it for you,” Hoseok said, motioning for the hairdresser to come closer.

You ran your fingers through his hair a few times before holding up your desired sample for the drug test. “Don’t stress, you’ll still look handsome on stage Mr Lee.” 

Hoseok looked at your through the mirror, smiling. “Why do you call me Mr Lee?” 

“Hm sorry?” Your attention snapped to Hoseok’s face in the mirror. For the first time, you noticed his eyes exuded a sense of kindness you hadn’t seen before.

Hoseok repeated himself. “Why do you call me Mr Lee?”

“Do I have to explain that? You’re my client,” you said.

“True, but you called me Hoseok when you first walked in.”

Your face went blank and Hoseok smirked. Unknowingly, your fingers remained wrapped around a strand of his hair, and your elbow rested on his shoulder. 

Hoseok reached out his hand from under the hairdresser’s drape to touch your arm. “You walked in and did this.” His hand mimicked the way you touched his hair when you first walked in on your forearm. “Oh thank god Hoseok is what you said.”

You flinched at his touch, equal parts shocked and embarrassed. He wasn’t sure whether to be hurt or amused when you took a small step away from him. 

“In my defence, I was addressing myself, not you,” you said, twisting you lips to side in annoyance.

“Last I checked, your name wasn’t Hoseok, so I don’t know why you would address yourself as that,” Hoseok smirked. 

You started chewing your lip then sighed. “Fuck, I didn’t exactly leave the best impression as your lawyer there did I?” You laughed as you spoke, but then suddenly covered your mouth with your hands. “Why did I even do that…”

Hoseok couldn’t help but laugh out loud. You had been so perfectly polite and proper all morning, and that demeanour dissolving was absolutely hilarious. “I never knew my lawyer would have such a crude mouth. Hope it comes in handy in the future.”

You stopped laughing and narrowed your eyes. You returned his smirk. “That is a new version of ‘what that mouth do.’ Good job.” You knew this exchange had lost all sense of professionalism now. 

Hoseok laughed along with you but then became serious. He asked, “Surely nobody says things like that to you. You’re a lawyer, you probably date other educated men.”

You shook your head. “Mr Lee, educated or uneducated, any man is capable of being an asshole.”

“Just Hoseok is fine, Miss y/n.”

“Just y/first/name, is fine, Hoseok,” you parroted back. Having grown a little more comfortable, you stepped in a little closer to the seat again. “So, Hoseok, can your hairdresser cut some hair for me?”

10 minutes later, you were out the door with Hoseok’s hair in a little ziplock bag. You didn’t know it, but you felt a small buzz as you thought about how you finally established some rapport with your client. Or as ordinary people would call it, chemistry.

[star-suh]

ALLEY-FUCK

Wonho x Male Reader

cw: top wonho, public/semi-public sex, unprotected sex, two rounds, dumbification, thigh riding, a little bit of unnoticeable fluff sparkled at the end.

an: idk if "ooh-ed" is an actual word but wtv.

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it was one of those wild parties with shirtless dudes showing their muscles, women in bikinis living their best life and lots, lots of alcohol, y/n was having fun drinking and flirting with men left and right and then he decided to play beer pong.

"so who's gonna play with me?" asked a drunk y/n, everything was absolute silence until someone raised their hand "me" he just said.

There he was in his maximum splendor, he was only wearing jeans that showed part of his underwear, perfect washboard abs, large and juicy pecs and lips that y/n would never stop kissing. "if i win you're gonna have to kiss me" flirted y/n, everyone laughed and ooh-ed "but if i won what can i have?" asked wonho, lust can be seen in his eyes "whatever you want" replied a sassy y/n.

y/n obviously lost, let's say he doesn't have very good aim but he was thankful for that, he was now in a dark alley he's standing with his legs open waiting for wonho to lower his pants and introduce his thick meat inside him "now let's get started before we get caught" he whispered biting y/n's neck and railing him into oblivion. the adrenaline of being caught doing wonders down there in y/n's hole. everytime he hears something like footsteps he clenches so hard "fuck you're choking my dick so good. guess i will have no choice but to flood you with my sperm". y/n just moaned at the thought.

wonho is a monster when he fucks, he came inside y/n but that didn't stopped him "i'm gonna fuck that cum out do you hear me?" y/n already lost in pleasure just nodded and said nonsenses "can't believe i fucked you dumb" he murmured grabbing y/n by his legs, lifting him and fuck him in a cannonball position. with every thrust wonho's cum came out of the used hole while his thick fuckmeat was painted in white with some type of foam forming at the base of the shaft. "best ass i've ever fucked" he licked y/n's neck and left a mark on it. lastly wonho just sat on the floor while y/n rode him but every time he went down wonho's cock he does it hard causing a delicious clapping sound. 

"you're thighs are sooo big" spewed y/n rubbing them with his hands "wanna ride them pretty boy?" asked the muscular man and he just nodded. pulling out the cock with a wet pop sound y/n started riding his juicy thigh using the remaining cum as some kind of lube, "fuck~ I fucking love this!!" he moaned loudly. the friction of the thigh against his balls made him cum right at the spot staining the floor with his thick semen "this is the best night of my life" y/n said as he leaned his back against wonho's chest and abdomen, caressing his cheeks and ears. "the best night of your life until now" replied wonho kissing y/n while lifting his legs and resuming the fucking again.

[melanated-writersblock]

[18+ MDNI!!!]

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

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

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

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

[brainddeadd]

wonho's dick is big.

fat and long.

thicker at the base and only slightly thinner at the tip.

curved upwards.

mushroom tip that's flared and makes the stretch bigger at the head.

[kcake555]

Wonho cake 🍰

[talkingsaxy]

PHOTOS YOU'VE TAKEN OF YOUR BOYFRIEND WONHO

please don't repost, requests open!

[jaemmphilia]

★ 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦: 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰/𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘳𝘰

kinktober 2023 - masterlist ★ includes: wonho/lee hoseok ★ warnings: male reader, reader is much much smaller than wonho, bottom reader, belly bulge, first time, slight mentions of pain

You never thought you would be in a relationship with someone who was three times your size. Wonho is everything you could ever ask for in a partner. He’s so much more than that. He doesn’t make fun of your size, and he keeps the usual teasing to a minimum when he knows you’re in a bad mood. Wonho is caring, he never gets annoyed when you ask him to grab something on the shelves and cabinets above you. 

Now, he might grab the item you need and hold it over your head but he’ll always give it to you when you bless him with a kiss. Wonho likes seeing you get on the tips of your toes to reach his awaiting lips. He thinks your small size is adorable, but he would never baby you. He knows how much you hate being pampered, considering you’ve been babied your entire life.

Getting intimate with Wonho is one of your biggest fears in your relationship. You’ve seen his cock a handful of times, you’ve felt it against your back when you cuddle at night. You know it’s not tiny. Not by a long shot. Wonho is patient, never pushing you to do more than you’re comfortable with. You appreciate him for that, and you often feel bad for giving him blue balls. 

One day, you decide that it’s time to stop being such a scared loser and finally take that leap with Wonho. Wonho reassures you that he’s willing to wait for you and that the choice is ultimately yours to make. You look up at him with pursed lips and crossed arms, insisting you are ready to take him. 

Wonho’s eyes darkened then, his gaze piercing into you. He takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom. He lifts you with ease and drops you onto the bed. Your body bounces and your hands grip the duvet under you. 

Wonho can’t help but stare at you sitting on the large bed, looking smaller than ever. He feels his cock stiffen in his basketball shorts as his tongue swipes against his lips, his eyes showing just how hungry is he for you. You feel your stomach doing backflips as your brain finally catches up to the situation. 

Nothing has even happened yet, but the tension is so thick in the room that it’s difficult to swallow. Finally, Wonho makes the first move. He crawls on top of you and he places kisses on your jaw leading down to your collarbone. His hands are on your small thighs, his thumbs rubbing slow circles on the bare skin. He breathes in the natural musk of your skin before he bites the side of your neck like a damn vampire. You let out a yelp mixed with a moan as his tongue soothes the pain of the bite. 

Wonho’s hands squeeze your thighs as he lifts a little to look into your eyes, searching for any hesitation or discomfort. Your eyes are bugged wide, irises boring into Wonho’s dark chocolate eyes. 

“Are you sure you want to do this? You know that I don’t have any issues with waiting.” Wonho asks you, his hands moving to your hips to pull you flush against his growing length. You almost let out a squeak as you feel his half-hard cock against your cock. 

“Y…Yeah, I’m sure,” you say, voice in a whisper, “I’m just afraid of the pain.” you admit to him, your ears and cheeks getting warm with embarrassment. 

Wonho lets out a soft chuckle at your confession. God, he thinks you’re so cute. “I understand, why don’t we take it inch by inch? We can also take longer with the foreplay if you think that will help.” 

You look at Wonho through your lashes and nod. “But not too long, right?” you ask, your bottom lip puckered out in a pout. You’ve waited a while for this, you don’t want to waste your time with foreplay. 

“Wow, you sure are eager. Sure, we won’t take too long.” Wonho says, his large hands cupping your smaller thighs, the palms of them hot against your skin. 

You gulp and try to relax your body, knowing it’ll help you in the end. You can’t help the nerves that creep up your spine as you continuously think about the situation. You’re about to get absolutely destroyed by Wonho. 

Wonho’s fingers piston in and out of your backside at a rapid pace with one hand, while his other hand rests gently on the dip of your back. Your face is pressed into a pillow, your drool dampening the material as you cry out. You can feel the delicious stretch that was once painful but now feels like a dream. Your mouth hangs open, your hands gripping the sheets so tightly you think you might rip them. You feel like you’re on the edge of reaching that release you crave so much but Wonho slows his fingers as soon as you announce that you’re close. 

Wonho pulls his fingers out and wipes the lube mixed with spit all over your bare ass before his hand claps down on the mounds. You jolt from the unexpected slap, a high-pitched cry falling from your lips. 

Wonho then gets on his knees behind you, cock in hand as he teases your entrance with his tip. He sighs as he pushes the tip inside, watching it disappear past your rim. Wonho bites his lip as he takes in how warm you feel (even if just the tip is in) wrapped around his cockhead. He listens to you whine about the stretch and how it doesn’t compare to his fingers. He just chuckles and pushes in a tiny bit more, his large hands wrapped around your small waist.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he pushes that inch in. The stretch is painful, yes, but it also feels amazing. You can feel the veins of his cock rubbing against your walls. You let out a whine and ask for more of him, hoping he delivers.

And deliver he does. Wonho is halfway in at this point and you’ve become a slobbering mess. Tears are streaming down your warm cheeks as Wonho rocks his hips at a slow pace. Wonho’s fingers draw shapes on your waist to keep himself from pushing all the way in and ravaging you like he desperately wants to. 

“Won,” you whine out as you look back at him over your shoulder, “give me more. I can take it, I know I can!”

Wonho just chuckles at your eagerness. He knows that if he gives in to you, he might hurt you and he doesn’t want to hurt you, even if it would be an accident. So he just picks up his pace while slipping another inch into you. At this point, you could feel him inside your stomach and you press your hand onto your stomach to test and see if it’s true. As your hand rests on your lower stomach, you do feel Wonho’s cock rocking inside you. 

After taking it slow and making sure he wasn’t splitting you open, Wonho’s thick cock is fully sheathed inside you. It barely fits. Wonho’s hips have picked up the pace, the tip of his cock lightly kissing that spot that makes you go crazy. Your toes are curled as drool spills from your open mouth. Your hands continue to grip the sheets below you to the point where your knuckles are almost white. 

Wonho’s hands remain on your waist, his grip firm as he snaps his hips. He knew you were small but seeing you under him like this makes you look even smaller, something he never knew could be possible. 

Wonho feels you clench around him and he fights the urge to spill inside you right then and there. He bites his lip as his head leans back, his hips automatically stuttering. You notice the way he jolts, so you clench around him again to test the waters. 

Wonho just chuckles darkly and flips you onto your back with ease. He tuts at you and shakes his head. “Baby boy, you just like to drive me crazy, huh?” he teases, pulling all the way out just to slam right back in, making you nearly scream his name.

You don’t reply, too fucked out to form coherent sentences. You just take what he gives you. Wonho resumes his pace, his release coming up quickly. You soon realize that your own orgasm is nearing close. You babble like a baby, your hands coming up to grab at your husky boyfriend. Wonho holds your hands as he pounds into you, watching as you come apart below him. He watches the white ribbons of cum rush out of your slit as you writhe and cry. Not long after, Wonho spills his own release inside you, painting your walls white. 

Wonho remains inside you as the two of you come down from your highs. He then removes himself from you, leaves the room, and returns with a bowl and a rag. He then wipes you down gently. 

He then dresses you in one of his massive shirts. He slips on a pair of shorts and gets back in bed with you. He wraps his entire body around you, completely covering you up with his body. You then slip into a relaxed state, your nose breathing in his natural musk that eventually lulls you to sleep. 

[clouddd-hannn]

Can I request the dirtiest thing you can write about wonho and m!reader. Preferably where the reader is a nerd and wonho is a jock or himbo type boyfriend. Please and thank you!

PAIRING: Lee Hoseok (Wonho) x Nerd!M!Reader GENRE: Smut, Fluff WARNING(S): gay slurs, jock wonho, nerd x jock, wonho bullying reader, dubcon, manipulation, mentioned beating, power bottom reader, no foreplay, blackmailing, slight yandere theme (m!reader), exhibitionism, voyeurism, pervert Wonho, degradation, spanking, choking, orgy (?) SUMMARY: Wonho should've think twice before he masturbated to a girl's underwear. Or else he wouldn't have been caught in a very "hot" situation.

(P.S. THIS CONTAINS BLACKMAILING AND STUFFS. I'M WARNING Y'ALL)

(P.P.S. I don't exactly know what being "himbo" means, so I don't think I've portrayed Wonho as a himbo)

"Ah, fuck.." The muscled man groaned as he jerked himself off in the girl's locker room, a pink underwear he stole from one of the girls yesterday was up his nose as he sniffed on it. "Shit," he moaned, gathering speed on his hand movements that was on his dick.

(bold) Holy shit. This smells so good. (end) He thought before he felt that familiar coil just below his stomach as his breaths became ragged, nearing his climax. "Oh god, fuck!" He groaned as he threw his head back and with a silent gasp, ropes of white strings came spurting out from his cock. "Hooooly shit," he muttered as he leaned on the locker, recovering from his high before using the underwear to wipe his cum-painted hand and dick.

Just then, a white flash blinded Wonho's eyes. This made the said male panic as he looked around, but to his dismay. Deciding that someone must've been there, he threw the underwear at a nearby trash bin and placed his flaccid cock back in his pants and exited.

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You walked through the hallways with your books clutched closely into your chest, making sure to avoid every student that is close by. Fixing your glasses on top of your nose, you stopped before looking at the field, admiring the athletes that were busy playing soccer.

"Hey, look," you heard someone speak as they neared you, making you turn towards the owner. You looked down at your feet before offering a small bow and attempted to walk past them, but they were obviously stronger than you as they held on to your arm. "Where're you going?"

Hearing Wonho's voice, you looked up at him then just stared at him before looking away. "I-I'm off to class. Please let go," you pleaded but only heard snickers before they pushed you down, your books getting scattered on the floor. "Ugh."

Wonho smirked. "Aww? Off to class? Weren't you busy checking out the players, fag?" He spoke, you only grumbling as you fix your classes then attempted to get your books, but one of Wonho's friends pushed you down with his foot which sent stumbling back down.

"Please, I have to go. I don't want to be late," you pleaded but again it only fell on deaf ears as they only snickered and pulled you up by your uniform. "Wh-where are you taking me? I really have to go to class," you explained but the gang only teased you before you were all inside an abandoned classroom.

They pushed you down on the floor and began to beat you up with no remorse, all you could do was try to shiled yourself using your arms. And a little while later, with bruises evident on your back, neck, arms, legs did they eventually stop.

As they walked away from the scene, Wonho managed to catch that maniacal look on your face before they exited the classroom. "Let's go. We'll be late for basketball practice," he said as they ran towards the gymnasium.

Later that same day, the athletes (including Wonho) were finally done with their practice. Wonho was already changing into his uniform as he hung a towel over his drying hair. "Wonho, we'll be going first, man," one of his teammate said before saluting the mentioned male and exited the locker room.

At this point, no one else was inside the area…or so he thought. As he dried his hair, Wonho sat down and opened his phone, searching through the internet for women with big fronts. (bold) Damn, what'd I have to do to–(end)

A loud crash was heard from behind the lockers which startled the male, making him look around. "Do ghosts exist?" He muttered before going into a fighting position. "Come out! I-I'm ready to fight you!"

As soon as he said that, you walked out from the dark, eyes hidden behind your long fringes. Wonho rolled his eyes upon seeing you appear in front of him, arms crossed with a smug grin evident on his lips. "Oh, it's only you. What? You want to get beaten up again?"

You looked up at him, your eyes looking mad crazy before you lifted your phone and showed him the picture you took earlier. Wonho gasped and attempted to get your phone but you were fast enough to react as you retracted your hands and placed it inside your pocket. "Hey! What the hell?"

"You should know better than to jerk off in the girl's locker room, Wonho," you started as you neared him with a smirk plastered on your mouth. "Masturbating to a girl's underwear? Foolish and pathetic," you insulted the male before you charged at him and pushed him down on the floor.

The other male let out a surprised groan as he touched his bottom. Before he knew it, you were already on top of him which surprised him. "Wh-what are you doing?" Wonho asked and tried to get off but he soon realized that his hands were tried. "What? How…?"

"Don't let your guard down, Wonho. Out of your group, you've always been the dumbest out of them," you insulted him before placing your hands onto his pecs, squeezing them harshly which earned you a breathy gasp from the male, the smile on your face turning maniacal as you got hard at Wonho's reactions. "No one else can have you, but me. Only I get to be the one who you beat up, call me names, whatever. Just me."

Your words made Wonho shiver in fear as he tried to push you away. But despite your smaller stature, you wouldn't even budge an inch. "Are you insane? You're out of your mind, fag!" Wonho shouted but was soon silenced whe you began unzipping his pants. "What the—I'm not gay!"

You only laughed like a crazy witch as you went back to face him. "Look, Wonho. I don't think you know who is in charge right now. It's me, you can call me anything you want. Anything, and I'd be grateful," you pointed out before going back to undoing his pants.

Wonho could only sit there in horror, watching as you fish his dick out of his boxers. "For a talker, you seem pretty hard already. You sure you're not gay?" You teased him, using your index finger to tap the tip of fhe other male's cock.

"I'm not like you, whore," he stated but it only turned you on as you grinded your clothed member onto his exposed cock. "Hngh.."

"Wonho, I'm also hard. Aren't you happy? We're both hard for each other, it's like we're made for each other," you stated before you placed a hand on Wonho's cock, moving your hand up and down which earned you a breathy moan from the male. "Oh, you're getting bigger. I'm so glad I got myself ready before this," you commented, licking your lips as if you were staring at a five-course meal.

Then you stopped, Wonho's chest heaving up and down as he looked at you with red-tinted cheeks. "Wonho, you look so much delectable like this," you said, your cheeks colored the same as his before you stood up and begun to unbutton your pants, only feeling yourself get harder at how panicked the other male was.

"G-get away from me, bitch! Hey!" He shouted but you only neared him and squished his cheeks together. You looked dead straight into his eyes, your own eyes wide open in anger which scared the other male.

"You're gonna shut up or I'll make you," you threatened the other male who gulped but stayed silent anyway as he looked down at you. "Good boy," you muttered and patted his hair.

Wonho watched as you removed your pants and underwear, stepping out of them before going back onto his lap. "My hole is all ready for your big cock, Hoseok. I am so ready for you to pierce my ass with your dick," you stated as if you were in some sex frenzy.

The jock saw how you removed the plug that was placed inside your ass and dropped it down on the floor. "You're fucking crazy," Wonho said yet you only shrugged and lifted your hips, holding onto his hard dick as you lined it towards your entrance. "Fuck! I'm not gay, you whore!"

And like usual, you didn't listen to hi. and only prioritized your own pleasure. "We'll finally become one, Hoseok," you stated as you slowly slipped the tip of his cock into your hole, your face contorting into a pleasured look as you held onto the others v-line. "Here we go."

Just as you said that, you dropped your body down onto his lap and let out a loud moan, cumming on the spot as you threw your head back and arched your body in ecstasy, Wonho gritting his teeth at how impossibly tight your ass was. "So tight," he uttered out before you looked down at him and smirked.

Wonho couldn't deny the fact how he loved your tight walls hugged his huge cock. No one's ever managed to get it inside their pussies but here you are, taking it through your ass like a champ. "Fuuuck, your cock is so big. Do you like it, Wonho? Like it, dog?"

Somehow, that made Wonho's cock twitch inside you before he looked away and gulped. "Oh, slut. Don't be embarrassed. I'll give you everything you want," you pointed before you began to move yourself on his cock at a normal pace, Wonho looking down as to not let you see his reactions. "My god! Does my hole feel good, Wonho? Huh? I know it does."

"N-No way," Wonho stated but was taken a back when you took a hold of his huge pecs, making him moan as he clenched his fists behind him. "Get awa–agh, fuck."

You began to speed up, earning a few ragged breaths from the other male and satisfied groanas which never failed to make your cock twitch. "I'm gonna make you cum inside me until I'm full of it, until my hole takes the shape of your cock. And no one can ever satisfy you again, unless it's me."

Wonho could hear the seriousness in your voice as you said that, your words making him annoyed. "There's no way in hell that a fag's hole is gonna make me cum," he said with a snarl, looking at you. You stopped bouncing on his cock then smirked before you began to grind your ass on his lap. "Gh—ngh!"

"Really? Reallyy? Your cock is already twitching inside me," you said but was cutoff when his phone rang. You looked at him with a curious look, before it became a mischievous grin then you grabbed it from his bag and gave it to him. "Answer it. And tell them to come."

"What the fu—"

You accepted the call for him and neared him, placing the phone over his ear. "H-Hello?"

"Hey, Hoseok. The guys and I are planning to have a drinking party. Wanna come?" The guy started and before Wonho could even answer, you mouthed the words 'Invite them here' to him which he knew that he had no choice but to do so.

Wonho cleared his throat. "I'm still at the locker room—ah fuck," he moaned out as you unexpectedly began to move your hips, warming up his huge cock as you did. You heard a confused sound come from the other line before Wonho managed to get his composure. "C-come to the locker rooms, bye."

He stated before you ended the call and placed it beside him. "Now that wasn't hard, was it? As a reward, I'll take the binds off you. But if you so ever try to escape or hurt me, it's 'bye-bye' to your reputation," you threatened him, the other male gritting his teeth in anger before you chuckled and removed the binds on the other male's hands. "There, all gone--woah!"

In under one second, Wonho managed to get the upper hand as he pushed you down on the floor, almost folding you in two. A surprised look was etched on your face before it turned into a grin, you hooked your arms over the other male's neck and chuckled darkly. "I see. You want to take control?" You stated but almost flinched when Wonho slammed his whole length inside you, a loud moan coming out of you as you threw your head back and scratched his back.

"Like that, fag? Now I get to control this, not you. I'm only doing this as revenge," he defended himself and began to fuck your hole at a fast pace, eliciting sinful moans out of you. "You should know who you're messing with, bitch!" Wonho shouted before landing a harsh slap on your ass, making you gasp as you looked at the male with a lust-gazed smile.

You chuckled. "Oh my god! You're hitting all the right places, Wonho! Fuck me, fuck me harder! Deeper!" You exclaimed, already noticing the group of eyes tat were staring at you two behind by the entrance. (bold) Seems like Hoseok still failed to notice the other guys.(end) You thought, before you decided to tale things into your own hands. "What are you doing there, boys? Don't you see your team captain's enjoying himself right now?" You spoke up, making Wonho stop as he looked up and saw his teammates staring at you two, obvious tents in their pants.

"I-It's not what it looks like," he tried to explain but you cut him off.

"Oh it is what it looks like, Wonho. You're enjoying my boy pussy. Doesn't that make you…kind of gay?" You teased the other male but instead of pulling back, he began to fuck your ass again, making you moan and chuckle every time he hit those bundle of nerves inside you. "Fuck! Wonho, slow down. No one's taking you from me, we have all night."

The other male growled in anger before he let go of your legs and placed his hands around your neck, making your eyes widen but softened after as you threw your head back at the pressure around your neck. "Shut up! Shut up, fag! I'm not gay! I'm not like you!" He shouted, before you two were suddenly surrounded by his teammates. "The hell are you all doing?!"

They only stared at your blissful look before they removed their pants and began to jerk themselves off to the rhythm of Wonho's thrusts. Tilting your head to the side, you smirked and did a snappng action. "Seems like you all are pent up. My friends are waiting outside," you pointed out and just as you did, three boys entered the locker room and went down on their knees, the other boys immediately taking a place in front of them.

"Is this your plan, whore?" Wonho said before he fastened his pace, you locking your legs around his waist before you felt the pressure on your neck grow softer. "To make us gay? Huh?"

His words got you silent but you laughed like an evil witch and pushed him down towards you by his hair. "To make you gay? Hoseok, your teammates have been gay the whole time. Who;re you kidding? Even Hyungwon and Shownu, your 'so-called' best friends who beat me up earlier," you pointed out, the revelation making Wonho stop. "Why? Shocked?"

"Fuck you, M/N!" Wonho shouted and began to fuck your ass aggressively, your moans only growing louder as you pulled on his hair, your cock leaking more pre-cum as it bounced on both your stomachs. "Erk--ngh," he sounded, before his thrusts became sloppy and his brathing became ragged. "Fuck, fuck. Shit. I'm cumming," he announced before he leaned his head onto your shoulder and let his cum dribble inside your. You jerked yourself off and came a few seconds later.

"Didn't that feel good? Let's go for another round."

A little while later, you and Wonho were the only ones left inside the locker room, cum painting your stomach and his. You don't exactly know how much round syou two have did it, but it sure as hell made you tired. "Now be a good boy and stay," you ordered him, before you got up from the bench and made your way towards the showers.

Just as you did, Wonho took that as an advantage to look yfor your phone. Fortunately, he found it and it didn't have a password. "Dumb whore," he pointed out before going to the gallery to search for the video. "Gotcha," he stated and deleted it. Then a few minutes later, you got back out, all naked and wet as you walked towards Wonho, grabbing the towel that was placed on his lap. "Not so smart, are you? Leaving your phone unattended and with no passwor at that."

He showed you your phone and saw that the video was now erased. The scared look on your face made Wonho smirk as he threw it to your chest. With how fast your face changed from surprised to mocking made Wonho's smile disappear as you made your way towards your locker and got your back, dumping out the contents of the bag in front of Wonho. He grabbed one and was surprised when he saw that it was him again, but now with that lady he was with last week. "A phone is not the only device I have, Hoseok. And a smart person would be able to tell that. So if you don't want these to be spread around. you have to do as I tell you, got that?"

Wonho hesitated before he looked at you with his teeth gritted. "Okay."

"Good boy."

[monsta-x-jagi]

Legal Affairs - Chapter 3

Synopsis: you and Wonho have ramen together

Word count: 3.2k

Triggers: mentions drink spiking/getting drugged

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Hoseok couldn’t figure out why you were so angry. Maybe the test was flawed - he definitely didn’t take any drugs. Was that why you were mad at him? But then you asked who it was. And Hoseok didn’t have an answer because he didn’t know who you were referring to.

“Miss y/n, how about you take a seat?” Hoseok gestured to one of the chairs in front of Jia’s desk.

You shook your head. “No, Mr Lee. We need to talk. Jia, thank you for your work. We’ll catch up another time.” Jia nodded in understanding while Hoseok looked between the two of you, confused. 

Before he could process anything, you gently placed a hand on his arm and guided him out of the office. Your steps were angry and hurried, and you didn’t let go of his arm until you were almost beside the car in the parking lot. By then, Hoseok had grown too weary of your silence so he simply stopped following you. Despite your clouded thoughts, you felt his movement still behind you and turned around.

“Mr Lee, we need to talk,” you said while you looked for your keys.

“Yes, but you haven’t asked me anything yet. Is something wrong?” Hoseok asked, truly concerned, more about you than himself at that moment.

You hung your head in frustration before looking at him. “Rohypnol.” When he didn’t reply, you added, “it’s a sedative drug, and it can make a person incredibly easy to control.” 

“Miss Y/n, something must be wrong because I swear I didn’t take any drugs.” Hoseok felt fear rising in his chest again.

“That’s exactly the problem, Mr Lee. Usually when someone takes Rohypnol, it was forced on them.” You decided to wait for Hoseok to put two and two together. 

Hoseok didn’t move when the car beeped and unlocked. He still didn’t move when you began opening the doors. Maybe making him wallow in his thoughts wasn’t a good idea.

“Mr Lee?” He didn’t look at you. “Hoseok?” He was still spacing out. You walked a little closer to him, and spoke gently. “Hoseokah... will you get in the car please? I can explain it slowly?” 

Hoseok finally stirred. He got into the car, and you followed suit. You turned on the engine so there’d be some airflow through the car.

“Whatever it is you’re feeling right now, it’s okay. This wasn’t your fault. We have plenty to get the charges thrown out. And if you want, we can try find out where the Rohypnol came from too.” You lifted up a hand, debating whether to place it on his shoulder or not.

“What did they do to me? Why is this happening?” Hoseok mumbled. His voice was uneven, like he was going to cry.

“I don’t know, Hoseok,” you said while bringing your hand down. “I can start on the paperwork for the prosecutor right now if you want.” Hoseok didn’t respond, so you tried a different tactic. “If you’re worried about what might have happened to you, I can take you to a hospital.” 

You reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a tissue packet. Your arm grazed in between Hoseok’s knees but he didn’t notice. “I know you’re feeling violated right now. You can cry, I won’t tell a soul. Attorney-client privilege, remember?” You hoped that last part would at least help him crack a smile.

Hoseok gingerly took the tissues from you. “You’re not like lawyers in movies,” was all he said while dabbing at his face a little.

You started the engine. “I’ll take you home."

Hoseok stopped dabbing at his eyes. “I thought you wanted dinner.” His voice was a bit steadier now.

“I do,” you said while accelerating slowly. “But you probably don’t want to anymore."

“Why would I not? I even dressed up a little for it.” 

You thought you could hear a small smile forming on Hoseok’s lips. That’s when it occurred to you - the long time getting ready and dabbing at his eyes just now. He had even put on some makeup to have dinner with you. The thought made you smile brightly. You didn’t realise Hoseok was watching your reaction.

“We can still have dinner if you want,” he repeated.

“Mr Lee, we can eat together later. Right now, you should take some time for yourself and have some comfort food instead,” you replied while focusing on the road.

Hoseok refused to become disheartened when you said dinner was off. “Do you want to have my comfort food together instead then?"

You couldn’t help but a laugh a little. It was honestly an adorable request. Plus, maybe Hoseok didn’t want to be left alone to his thoughts right now.

“Very well, Mr Lee,” you agreed.

“You don’t have to be so formal, remember? I said Hoseok was fine. Plus we’re going to be eating ramen at the dorms.” Hoseok seemed to have finally regained some of his joyful personality back. You hadn’t seen a lot of it these last few days, but you hoped you’d see more of it.

The dorm was empty when you and Hoseok arrived. He carried in your evidence box from your car, saying something about how his muscles weren’t for show. Hoseok placed your box on the dining table and went into the kitchen, and you followed him. In the kitchen, he stopped in front of a pantry to take out different flavours of ramen and held them out to you.

“You want me to pick?” You asked and he nodded. “I don’t really mind, but.... that one."

“Good choice.” Hoseok murmured as he picked up several more packets to open and put it in a saucepan. You watched watched the muscles in his arms and back move as he worked. Your gaze fluttered across his body, taking in everything from his newly bleached hair, to his broad shoulders to the way his fingers held the ramen packets. 

Then, remembering he was your client, you cleared your throat and said, “I’ll set the table.”

Hoseok didn’t turn around from the stove. “There’s bowls in one of those cupboards over there, and we also have soju, wine and beer.” 

You weren’t really sure what cupboard he meant, so you opened them one by one until you found bowls and beer. After placing the bowls and a pack of beer on the table, you headed back into the kitchen, with a beer in hand. Hoseok was cutting up some vegetables to put into the ramen. You stood beside him and took a sip.

“Are you sure you don’t need any more help from me?” you asked. Hoseok didn’t reply, so you walked toward the fridge and opened it. “Could we add egg to the ramen?"

Hoseok turned around and nodded, so you took two eggs and cracked them into the saucepan. Hoseok then walked over to where you were standing next to the stove and added in the cut up vegetables. A few drops of water splashed out onto your pale pink sweater. “Ah fu-“ you muttered under your breath.

Hoseok glanced down at your clothes, and said, “I can get you something to get changed into, if you want."

“No, it’s okay, your clothes are probably expensive. Plus your girlfriend probably won’t like that,” you said after taking another gulp of your beer. 

“Miss y/n, I don’t have a girlfriend,” Hoseok said, little tense, though you didn’t notice it. 

You moved back towards the dining table, took off your turtleneck and laid it down on a chair. You were wearing a black singlet underneath. Not exactly revealing, but still a little out of the ordinary for a lawyer-client meeting. You then drained your beer, and cracked open another. Then you sat down at the table to read the lab report fully. 

Hoseok watched you curiously from the kitchen. “Y/n, when does the workday end for you?"

“Honestly, it doesn’t. I keep going until I get everything done. I’m one of those people who can’t exactly seem to relax.” You grew more talkative when you were drunk. 

Hoseok smiled. “Looks like you and I have one thing in common then.” 

You kept your eyes on the report. “Eh, I‘m sure we have more than one thing in common. For example, I also like ramen as a comfort food, but my aunt worries I don’t eat healthy enough when I am studying, so she doesn’t keep a lot of ramen in the house.” See, talkative.

“So you live with your aunt then?” Hoseok asked as he removed the ramen from the stove.

“Yeah, her and my uncle. My parents live a few hours out of the city so it’s more convenient for me. Plus it’s nice living with lawyers, coz I can ask for help with my work.” Your drunk talkative self was dishing out everything. 

Hoseok set the pot of ramen down on the dinner table, but you didn’t glance up from your report. He walked over to stand in front of you, and placed a hand on the paper, gently pushing it away from your face. “C’mon. Have some ramen with me.” 

Hoseok filled a bowl of ramen and set it in front of you, then sat across from you with his own bowl. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol, or just Hoseok, but you felt yourself getting lost in this simple moment - having ramen with your (very hot) client.

“You made a lot. Are you expecting anyone else?” You gestured to the large saucepan.

“No, I told the members to not come inside this dorm tonight. They’re probably either next door or out somewhere,” Hoseok answered as he blew on his ramen.

“Why was that? Wouldn’t it be more comforting for you to have them around? You’ve had a tough evening.” You slurp up your ramen.

Hoseok’s lips twitched and he shook his head. “Well, I was looking forward to dinner with you. I messaged them to get out while you were driving here.” 

The alcohol meant you didn’t notice the big grin forming on your face. You smiled down at your bowl and said, “It’s okay. I was looking forward to dinner too."

Hoseok sported a small frown at that. “I am sorry you didn’t get to eat at the restaurant you wanted to. Maybe I can take you there another day?"

You didn’t notice how Hoseok furtively asked to have dinner with you again. “I’d like that. But having ramen and beer with you is enjoyable too. Like there’s good food, good alcohol and good company.” 

Hoseok didn’t reply. Instead he mused to himself about how you accidentally called him good company, and how you implied you didn’t mind missing out on your favourite restaurant for him. While he was lost in his thoughts, potentially reading too much into your actions, you sheepishly spoke. “I’m sorry, I am very talkative when I am drunk. Maybe you should talk instead."

“Well what do you want to hear about?” Hoseok asked. “Surely not more lawyer questions? Can’t we talk like friends tonight instead?"

“No lawyer questions, I have had too much alcohol to ask those kinds of questions properly. Tell me about why you became an idol, what movies you like, what places you want to travel to or something. Y’know, talk like friends.” You threw out some suggestions. 

Hoseok was more than happy to oblige and began speaking brightly. “I became an idol so I could support my mum. She raised me alone, and I want to make her life comfortable.” You found Hoseok’s reasoning very admirable, though you didn’t say anything. “Why did you become a lawyer?"

You answered nonchalantly, with far less passion than Hoseok’s response earlier. “I had good grades.” Hoseok didn’t seem to see the connection, so you continued. “Law seemed like the most enjoyable of the degrees I could study with those grades. And then I guess, I got lucky with how I actually enjoy my job.” 

Hoseok helped himself to some more ramen. “What are you going to do after my case is over?"

“I don’t know. There’s really nothing planned for my future other than do something with commercial law,” you said bleakly. 

“Really? I think you have a promising future.” 

You shook your head while swallowing the ramen in your mouth. “Honestly, you don’t know the half of it."

Hoseok leaned forward on his elbows. “So then tell me. I want to hear more about you.”

You sighed. “Look, I’m going to preface this by saying, II’ll get your charges dismissed tomorrow morning. And don’t worry about Dispatch or any other paper, I’ve got that covered too. But my future is very precarious. This internship was the only one I got out of everything I applied to, and I don’t even think I got it based on merit.” 

Hoseok swirled his chopsticks in the ramen, processing your words. Finally, he asked. “Two questions. Firstly, what’s up with Dispatch? Like I thought maybe they didn’t report anything since it’s only been a few days, but what do you mean you’ll take care of it?” 

You hadn’t expected Hoseok to pay that much attention, but the answer to that question wasn’t one you thought you’d be sharing. It wasn’t a sordid reason or anything, but you asked for the second question instead to buy some time.

“What more merit do you need that successfully cracking my case?”

Damn it. You checked the saucepan for more ramen to try and delay answering either question. Noticing your movement, Hoseok took your bowl from you and filled it up again. He then waited for you to answer. There was no escaping.

“So the second question. Remember how the CEO at Useungja said he’s been my mentor? Even though I sent in my resume like a normal candidate, I think he pulled some strings to get HR to hire me.” 

Hoseok didn’t look angry, or surprised, like you expected. “But isn’t that just a case of who you know mattering more than what you know? It happens often, and is pretty normalised.” 

You shook your head. “Yeah alright, you have a point.” You don’t elaborate and moved to the next question. “But now about Dispatch. They don’t know because the TV station and Useungja made a deal to not give out any information. And the police can’t name you yet because it’s an ongoing investigation. If they reveal your name, I can take them to court.” You said that last part a little proudly. 

Hoseok thought your reaction was adorable.

You stood up to take your empty bowl to the kitchen, but found yourself a little off balance. You seemed to have forgotten you had 4 cans of beer. Hoseok stood and walked to take your bowl from you. “Relax, y/n. Go lie down on the couch or something, I’ll clean up.”

“I can’t let you clean since you’re the one who cooked,” you said but let Hoseok take your bowl from you anyways. 

He placed both bowls on the table and placed an arm around your shoulders to lead you to the couch. You plopped down, ungracefully, and pulled your legs up on to the seat. Hoseok dropped some blankets on the couch, then left to turn the lights off. Finally, his form sank into the couch beside you and the movement of the cushions pulled you towards him. There were just inches separating you, but as much as you wanted to lean into him, you knew you couldn’t completely lose your inhibitions in front of your client.  

Hoseok switched on Netflix and handed you the remote. “Mr Lee, you can pick,” you said groggily.

You could ear the smile in Hoseok’s voice. “I think we’re past the point where you call me that.” Hoseok flung an arm over the back of the couch to spread the blanket over you, and once again, you told yourself to ignore the need to curl into his side.

“Come closer, y/n.” Hoseok’s voice held a more commanding tone.

“What?”

“I can tell your arm hurts from trying to not lean on me. So come closer, and pick something to watch.” Hoseok moved his arm from the headrest to your shoulders, causing you to finally give in. Placing your head on Hoseok’s shoulder, you wiggled yourself closer to him. 

You selected something out of Netflix's most popular movies, but both of you were more focused on how your bodies felt pressed close together. Your head started rolling down from Hoseok’s shoulder to is chest, indicating you were falling asleep. 

Then you suddenly jerked up. “Ah fuck, I might not make it home tonight.” You forgot to cover up your swearing.

Hoseok moved his arm from your shoulders to rub your back. “Shh, just stay,” he cooed. 

“Aren’t you uncomfortable? Don’t you want to get changed?” You asked, remembering Hoseok was still wearing the outfit from dinner.

Hoseok hummed as if to say no. You were both silent until you started fidgeting. You noticed one of your legs had pins and needles. Trying to stay balanced, you pushed down on Hoseok’s thigh so you could stretch your legs.

Hoseok gasped and grabbed your hand. “Y/n… don’t do that.”

“Oh no, I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to…” you said while pulling your hand back, but the loss in balance only pushed you further into Hoseok’ body. 

He didn’t seem to mind and shifted his hand to your waist. “Lie down.” 

He first pushed you off him so he could bring his legs on to the couch, then guided your torso back down so your back was pressed against his chest. 

“Hoseok, this is…” you started. 

“Shh, just tell me if you’re comfortable,” Hoseok whispered, though he was very audible with his head behind yours.

“I am.”

“And did you enjoy dinner?” His fingers tapped against your waist.

“I did.” 

“Then just stay until the morning.” You felt his arm loop its way around your waist.

“But Hoseok… this is…” you tried again. 

“I’ll take you out to dinner properly soon, y/n.” Hoseok sighed into your hair. “I’m sorry I didn’t do this in order.”

You wanted to say but you’re my client, there are ethical things to discuss before a date, but Hoseok’s body felt too good and the alcohol felt too overpowering, so you fell asleep.

Hoseok knew you were asleep once your breathing grew slower and deeper. He was’t sure what had attracted him to you first. You looked so dorky in your blazer and sundress, but you exuded sheer elegance in your turtleneck and flowing knee length skirt today. But then he heard how you spoke, your words always planned and calculated… until you were simply trying to socialise. Then he heard his members discuss your commitment to your work. Minhyuk had sent Hoseok a barrage of texts the minute you left the dorms yesterday morning, mentioning everything from your very kind 6am pickup, your excitement at the drug test results and you going to the party to keep an eye on Hoseok. Once Minhyuk mentioned the drug test, Hoseok had been wondering when you’d call him to discuss it, because suddenly, he was eager to get to know you better. So he had put in effort when you said you should grab dinner, only he didn’t think the day would end this way. Not that he was complaining.

[venusrising91]

Noise Complaint

Pairing: Wonho x Male reader

Genre: Smut, enemies to lovers/hate to love (no plot just vibezzzz)

Summary: Your new nextdoor neighbor, Wonho (Lee-ho) is a loud, inconsiderate gym rat. He keeps you up all hours of the night with his seedy escapades and you're sick of it. 

Word count: 2,014 (2 pages)

T/W: aggression, physical violence

It was 4am and you had work at 8, yet rest was as far from your reach as the sun would be once it rose. 

Short hours. 

You had short hours to get some much needed sleep. But no matter how hard you’d tried, you hadn’t been able to reach the REM state and it was all thanks to your obnoxious, ridiculously muscular neighbor, Lee-ho. 

    For the third time this week, giggling voices and blaring music, followed by high-pitched moans had kept you wide awake. Usually, after one or two rounds with whatever girl he’d picked up scouring city night clubs, the mewls and slaps and yes daddys would subside, and you could finally drift. But tonight, he seemed to have endless energy. You heard his date come four times. Back to back.

    It was almost 6:30 by the time they wore themselves out.

    You’d barely slept. At the office, you struggled to keep your eyes open, staring through slits at the charts on your computer. The project manager noticed you nodding and called you into her office after the meeting. As head graphic designer, you were expected to oversee and execute this assignment—because securing this client would ensure you a raise next quarter, but the arrival of your new neighbor had thrown a wrench in your performance.

    She threatened to take you off the project and her disappointment was all you could think about on your commute back home.

    In the apartment lobby, you pressed the button on the elevator console so hard it nearly jammed.

    “Sup bruh.” You whipped your head around and there was Lee-ho, all 6 feet of him, donned in gym wear and sipping on some colorful drink. You clenched your teeth.

“Hey,” you mumbled back with listless regard.

    The elevator doors opened and Lee-ho walked gingerly ahead of you. Before he could step inside however, his cell slipped from his pocket. As he bent you couldn’t help but notice his butt: firm, round, muscled. You tore your eyes away and carded your hair. Inside, the music was soft and unobtrusive. The exact opposite of Lee-ho.

“How you feeling?” he asked, plunging his hands into his pockets.

“Tired.”

He snorted. “Oh yeah, me too.”

    “I’m sure you are.” You glared at him, slightly envious of the angle of his jaw, of how much sharper it was than yours. And envious also of the broad span of his chest, his neat features, his lips, his hair. He was by all accounts, an objectively better looking man than you and this only added to your irritation.

    “What d’you mean by that?” asked Lee-ho, quirking his brow. He must have sensed your frustration because now he was folding his arms, closing up. You didn’t care.

    “You know the walls that separate us are paper thin, right?”

    “Yeah, and?”

    The doors slid open on your floor. “I can hear everything. All the time.” You stepped out before him, stalking down the hallway.

    “My bad, dude. I’ll keep it down,” he shouted after you. There was a smug air about his tone and you ignored him as you shoved your key into the lock. It was only 7pm but you were exhausted. After a quick dinner of leftover pasta, and an even quicker shower, you went to bed, desperate to get back the hours you’d lost. You drifted in minutes, sleeping soundly, until loud music and moans yanked you from your dreams at 2am.

    You leapt from the bed, pulling on a robe, not bothering to tie it. It took less than two minutes for you to reach Lee-ho’s door. You pounded on it furiously, on and on, until he swung it open. For a moment, each of you stood silently observing one another. He was fully nude, sweating and cupping his genitals as his eyes swept over you. They lingered on your chest, you noted, then trailed up to meet your gaze. Despite your robe, you felt suddenly bare, and exposed. Quickly you tied it, covering yourself from him.

    “What the fuck, dude?” said Lee-ho.

    “Keep it down.”

    “Yeah and what if I don’t?”

    “I’ll write a formal complaint. You're violating code of conduct with this shit. Some of us have actual jobs, you know?”

“I have a job.”

“Gym bro influencer and fuckboy does not an occupation make.” This was rude, and uncalled for. But you were sleep deprived. Lee-ho's shoulders slumped down a measure—he appeared somewhat diminished in the face of the insult and you almost felt bad for him. Your eyes fell on his abs however, and then, without meaning to, dipped even lower, catching a glimpse of what was too large to be completely covered by his palm. Even his cock was better than yours—he didn’t need your pity. Without waiting for a retort, you turned and stormed down the hall.

Back in your bedroom, the beginnings of an erection tugged at the tender flesh between your legs. And by the time you lay back in bed, you were rock-hard, and aching.

    In the morning you shaved and contemplated calling out, but you really couldn’t afford to. At work, you tried to concentrate but all you could think of was Lee-ho, of his throbbing head, peeking up from behind his hand in the middle of the doorway. You didn’t like men. At least you thought you didn’t. You’d had a few girlfriends in the past and once or twice thought about experimenting with a guy back in college but no one ever drew you in. No one ever attracted you the way—

    Enough, you weren’t doing this. What were you thinking? You weren’t into dudes and especially not ones you despised as much as Lee-ho. He probably never had to work for anything a day in his life. Just had to show up and collect everyone's praise and adulation. 

Prick.

    Back at the apartment, you took the stairs to avoid crossing paths with him. Thankfully it was Friday, and you could catch up on your shows without feeling guilty for missing the sleep that was so hard to come by lately. 

After dinner and a shower, you binged a season of a new show on Netflix, and dozed off halfway through. But a short while later, a sharp knock on the door jolted you awake.

    You shuffled to it, half-dazed. Waiting on the other side was Lee-ho, glaring a hole through your forehead.

    “You know, you’re a real asshole?” he declared. 

    “Could say the same about you.”

    “What you said the other night—you don’t talk to people like that. I want an apology.”

    You scoffed and made to shut the door. But he stopped it, forcing it open. “Get off the door and fuck off,” you clipped.

    “Or what?”

    Impulse and anger drove you to shove him, which was stupid. His arms alone were twice the size of yours. He shoved you back and you stumbled into your apartment. Lee-ho stepped over the threshold, letting the door slam behind him. Then his hands were on you again, crashing into your chest. It knocked the air from your lungs. Enraged, you swung and missed. He caught it and wrapped his hand around your throat, pinning you against a wall. His face was inches from yours as he strangled you, but slowly, his grip loosened. Each of you were panting. He smelled expensive, like Tom Ford—the scent filled you, clouded your head and senses. His breath on you was warm, his lips resting short inches from yours. He brought them even closer, until the tips of your noses were grazing.

“What are you doing?” you whispered.

    “I—I’m not—I’m straight but…your…” he trailed off, hand sliding across your chest.

    “You wanna fuck me, that it?” Neither of you said a word, only stood there, gazing, panting. Then your hand traveled down, until it landed on his crotch. You palmed his cock, and found it was already hard for you. After the other night, you couldn’t get it out of your mind. Once it was in your mouth, he made the most helpless sounds, cupping your head and guiding you as you swallowed it again and again.

    “Fuck, your throat feels s-so good,” mewled Lee-ho. You fought against your gag reflex, getting harder each time he shoved it in, down to the hilt. Your eyes watered. You never thought the taste of cock could turn you on this much. Women were lovely and all but this was something else entirely. It was like satisfying some primal urge you never knew existed until now. You squeezed his balls gently, sucking him all the while. He came in minutes and stood over you shivering as the orgasm rippled through him.

    You rose, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Lee-ho dropped to his knees, pulling down your boxers. He took you in his mouth and it felt like the world stopped spinning. His tongue swirled around the tip, one hand cradling your heavy balls, the other gripping your ass, a finger seeking the rosebud. He tried to slip it in but you panicked, bucking away like a spooked horse.

    “I thought you said you were straight?” you whispered.

    He popped your cock from his warm mouth. You twitched as he smirked up at you. “Chicks like it sometimes. I figured you might wanna give it a try. Feels tight though, got any lube?”

    You hesitated, wondering what it would be like to have his finger circling inside you. There was nothing but heat and silence as you stared down at him. “In the bedroom,” you said, breathlessly.

    As you lay on your back watching his chiseled body shift in the dim light, he slathered the lube you kept in your bedside drawer onto his middle finger. Then he drizzled some over your erection, spreading it with long strokes.

    “Fuuuuuck,” you whined, arching at the pleasure, at the way he gripped you.

“You like that?” With this, he slid a finger inside you, taking it slow. The pressure had you arching even more. Once he eased you past the initial pain, all you could do was moan and claw and look down at your rock-hard cock as he pumped you in two places, at different paces. In the front he squeezed tight, giving you fast, steady strokes, but in that pulsing spot between your cheeks he worked you soft and deep, taking his time as his finger explored your depths. The pressure was glorious, and you felt your entrance contracting around him. “You’re dripping for me,” he cooed. You looked down at yourself as he gripped the base, a long rope dangling from the tip onto your stomach. He licked it, dragging the pad of his tongue along your abs, then swallowed you whole. After a few hard sucks he pulled back, finger still buried in you, coaxing out spasms you couldn't control. Fuck he was so attractive, you never thought a man could make you feel this good.

    The next moment, you were shooting ropes in the air, convulsing under him and fisting the sheets as he drained you. He let you pant there, chest heaving, before taking your length back into his mouth. He sucked and finger-fucked you through your sensitivity, ignoring your loud moans and cries. You asked him to stop but you didn’t mean it. You wanted more and he gave it to you. All night. After your third orgasm you could barely stay conscious.

Lee-ho crept beside you, watching as you shivered your way through the leavings of your latest high. 

    “I’m s-sorry,” you muttered between waves of it, “about the other day. You’re right, I shouldn't have spoken to you like that.”

    He chuckled. “It’s fine. I’ll be quiet from now on, promise.”

    You couldn’t quite keep your eyes open, and drifted then, still tingling from what he'd done to you. Your rest went uninterrupted for the first time in weeks. But when you woke, Lee-ho was gone.

    From then on, the noise had stopped, just like he'd promised. But a few times a week, just before bed, there came a knock at your door, and a smirking, half-naked Lee-ho waiting on the other side of it.

[kcake555]

Wonho cake 🍰

[monsta-x-jagi]

Legal Affairs - Chapter 2

Synopsis: You meet Minhyuk and Changkyun, who help you hatch a plan

Word count: 3.3k

Triggers: mentions drink spiking/drugging someone

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Your alarm blared at 4am, and you cursed the beautiful man with the puppy personality who you were meeting the morning. Something about how Minhyuk couldn’t drive and how the early morning mist and sunlight was needed for the perfect photos led to you volunteering to pick up Minhyuk from his photoshoot so that you could interview him. 

With Minhyuk, the conversation flowed easily, possibly because of his so-called sunshine personality, which you hoped would would be enough to keep you awake as you drove him to the dorms.

“So tell me about Hoseok's behaviour during filming. Was it any different to usual?” You asked.

“Not at all. His makeup made him look fierce, but we all know he’s an adorable fluffy bunny. But be careful if he hugs you.” Literally just 3 words in that spiel were helpful for your investigation, but you decided to humour Minhyuk.

“Why should I be careful?"

“Well, what if he breaks your bones, and then you sue him? You seem like the best lawyer he’s ever going to get.” Minhyuk’s response surprised you.

“The best lawyer? Mr Lee, you realise I’m practically an intern right? Not to mention, I missed out on every single other firm I applied to.” Usually this would be a sore point for you, but you didn’t want to oversell your capabilities.

“Yeah, but you’re a favourite of the CEO, so you’re probably a hot shot. Plus, I’ve never known a lawyer as keen as you. Like c’mon, picking up a potential witness at 6am? That’s either dedication or desperation.” Minhyuk laughed as he searched for some snacks in his bag. He looked at you as if to ask whether he can eat, and you waved your hand to say you didn’t really care.

When a couple crunches from Minhyuk’s snacks indicated he was done speaking, you spoke. “It’s desperation. This internship feels like my last chance,” you admitted resentfully.

The crunching slowed as Minhyuk spoke. “Why would you say that? You clearly seem capable. The CEO knows you, you’re speed running these interviews and you’ve already got a solid action plan. You’re literally going above and beyond.” 

“You seem to be getting more worked up than me about this.” It made you smile to hear your efforts were appreciated. “I kind of like it.” 

“Well yes, I take offence at anyone selling themselves short like that. Even if you’re just the intern, there has to be a reason why the CEO personally assigned this case to you.” Minhyuk was obviously unaware your uncle was the CEO of Useungja Law Firm, and you weren’t exactly eager to bring that up, so you prodded the conversation along.

“Well alright, if you say so.” Hopefully that placated Minhyuk. “But since you definitely didn’t see anything weird with Hoseok’s behaviour, can you tell me if there was something weird with the staff?"

Minhyuk thought for a moment. “Yes actually. Hoseok said he forgot something in the van, and a staff member went to get it. But it wasn’t a staff member I had seen before. I also didn’t see this person bring Hoseok anything either."

“I heard about that from Kihyun too. Do you think you could recognise the staff member if I showed you photos of everyone who was there that day?” You asked.

“Probably. Do you want to show them to me over breakfast in the dorms?” Minhyuk said.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” you said absentmindedly, unsure if you were even allowed into the dorms. “Mr Lee, you’re close to Hyungwon right?"

“Sorry, Mr Lee? I only know Minhyuk.” He gigged before speaking more seriously. “Y/n, I know you’re trying to play everything perfectly here but we really don’t mind. You’re doing us a big help by trying to wrap all this us quickly.” 

“Well, Minhyuk, do answer the question. After all, we are almost at the dorms,” you said while making the last few turns.

“What’s the question again?"

“Oh jesu- I mean oh serio- nope, nope, I don’t do this, I am a professional,” you caught yourself nearly swearing once again and Minhyuk laughed. 

“Y/n, how old are you? You’re younger than me aren’t you?” Minhyuk asked as he packed up his snacks.

You nodded. “Yes. Now, Minhyuk Oppa, will you tell me if you’re close to Hyungwon?”

“Well, duh, obviously. But what does Hyungwonnie have to do with Hoseok’s charges?” Minhyuk asked while you parked the car.

“Kihyun said Hoseok spent a lot of time with Hyungwon during the party, just chatting to people. I’d like to find out who those people might be, and I think Hyungwon might know,” you explained.

“Well, I can wake up Hyungwon for you in the dorm. How about I help you bring your research materials upstairs?” Minhyuk asked, pointing to your backseat where there was a box full of your investigation materials.

Before you could say anything, Minhyuk pulled the box out of the car and waited for you to follow him into the dorms. “Minhyuk....” you groaned, worried you were exploiting his generosity.

“Nonsense. I’ll look over those staff members while I eat okay? Then I’ll wake up Hyungwon for you,” Minhyuk said as he led you into the apartment building.

“Seriously Minhyuk, I feel bad accepting all this help. I told your agency I’d be working around your schedules, not barging into your lives.” You entered the elevator with him. You tried to take the box from him, but he held on to it. He only gave it back to fish for his keys. Once he opened the door, Minhyuk took the box from you again, and placed it on the dining table inside the dorm. 

While you searched your material, he made his way to the kitchen to get some cereal. While he ate, you slid over the sheet of paper with employee details to Minhyuk, with a pen. “Just circle anyone who seems worth looking at.”

“Hey Min! Is that you? Or some animal you’re pretending to be?” someone called out from within the apartment.

Minhyuk suddenly ran from the kitchen towards a bedroom. “Y/n, don’t come this way.”

You stood in the kitchen, confused.

You could hear Minhyuk speaking to someone in a hushed but urgent tone. “Put some clothes on, NOW.”

Why?

“Hoseok’s lawyer’s here.”

But why here?

“It was convenient, oh look I don’t know, just get dressed, she’s in the kitchen."

When Minhyuk returned, he spoke more calmly. “That was Changkyun, our maknae. He didn’t mean anything he said, even if he can be mean sometimes."

“Right.” You were unsure what else to fill the conversation with. “I’ll just uh, be here, until you finish scanning through that page. There’s probably like 50 names, and I’d rather you didn’t rush it.” 

You sat at the dinner table and checked your emails. After deleting the unnecessary spam in your inbox, you found emails from the drug testing lab with the test results. With bated breath, you opened it: NEGATIVE FOR ANY ILLICIT SUBSTANCES

You cried out in excitement, a little louder than you thought, and Minhyuk looked up from the pages he was reviewing. “Who is it? Boyfriend?”

You stood up to bring your phone to Minhyuk. “No. Something even better.”

He read the page open on your phone and jumped in excitement like a kid. “No way!!! This is amazing. You’re right, this is better than your boyfriend… no offence.” 

“None taken, lawyers are too busy to have boyfriends anyways,” you replied and Minhyuk gave you a thin lipped smile in understanding.

“Hey uh, I thought you said a lawyer was here?” That voice from earlier spoke up.

“Changkyun, get your butt over here. We have great news!”

The maknae of Monsta X, Im Changkyun, lumbered in from the hallway, fully clothed as Minhyuk requested. Minhyuk turned your phone around for Changkyun to read aloud under his breath, “negative... all substances.” The maknae glanced between you and Minhyuk. “Does this mean it’s finally over? Is our group safe?"

You looked at Minhyuk for assurance that Changkyun wasn’t fragile enough to crumble at bad news. When Minhyuk nodded, you spoke. “No, the investigation is ongoing. I’m still finishing up the footage, and I still need to figure out the guest list at that party.” 

Changkyun thought about what you said for a moment. Minhyuk was still looking through the sheet of staff. You just sat there, eyes drifting between the two men.

“Oh wai-"

“Hey I’m do-"

They looked at each other. Almost immediately, Changkyun conceded. “Hyung, you go."

Minhyuk didn’t delay. “I’ve circled names of people I’m unfamiliar with, though I can’t exactly say whether I’ve had a bad experience with any of them."

“Thank you, Minhyuk. I’ll keep these name in mind when I look at the surveillance.” You turned to Changkyun expectantly.

“Well I was thinking about the party. And I know who hosted it. Now the guest list is pretty big, but it was mainly idols and other celebrities or well to do people. And here’s the thing - there’s another party for when the recorded show is actually released. So if you’d like, we can keep an eye on people then?” Changkyun offered, almost shyly.

“Alternatively, let’s take y/n with us. She’ll probably see things we miss,” Minhyuk looked expectantly at you.

“And don’t worry about the outfit, it’s a costume party,” Changkyun added.

“Sorry, what? I am going to the party? How would I be invited to that? I am a random lawyer handling some hush-hush case.”

“C’mon y/n, just trust us. We’re Monsta X. If I want you at a party, you'll be there,” Minhyuk said reassuringly. Or maybe slightly threateningly. 

“The best suspects will be there. Plus, are you really doing anything the next couple days other than sitting and watching surveillance?” Changkyun added

“I mean, I could always stand and watch,” you quipped and Minhyuk wheezed out a laugh. Changkyun groaned. But it was decided. You would join them at the party in a few days.

After that meeting, you returned home to watch the surveillance footage. As Changkyun predicted, you sat at the dinner table and watched the footage until your aunt and uncle came home for dinner. Hoseok didn’t text you all day, and his schedule said he had a long practice session planned for the day so any meeting would have to wait.

By midday the next day, you finished your lonely footage watch party. You’d found the moment when Hoseok requested a staff member bring something from their van, only that staff member never returned and no item ever reached Hoseok. This led to a few theories. Maybe that staff member used a different entrance (you knew where all the entrances were and they were never used). Maybe Hoseok picked up his bag outside near the car when he was leaving the venue (if so, then why ask for his missing bag before the performance?). However, one thing was clear - somebody other than Hoseok had access to his belongings, which were conveniently forgotten at the TV station. Then during the party, Hoseok only spoke to idols. He didn’t approach any suspiciously powerful people, so unless one of the idols was involved in something criminal, Hoseok couldn’t be connected to that.

You decided it was time to call your client now. You pulled up Hoseok’s schedule from the shared calendar. He’d be at the gym around now. You tried not to think about how delicious he looked win the gym, but it was very hard to ignore your client’s looks. So you picked up the phone to call our very handsome client that he did indeed test negative for drugs.

Hoseok’s phone rang. He glanced over and saw your caller ID. Grunting and letting go of his weights, he answered.

“Yes, y/n?" 

“Have you made any plans tonight?” You asked.

“Not really. I just have some meal prepping to do tonight at home,” Hoseok said.

“Do you have time to come pick up the drug test results with me? I also need to ask you some more questions. Will that be possible?” 

“Sure,” Hoseok replied.

“If it makes it worth your while, I can buy you dinner?” You offered.

Hoseok paused for a second. You were just being friendly, right? Or maybe you just wanted an opportunity to eat during a regular meeting. “Actually yeah, I don’t mind.”

“Great. So how about I pick you up after your workout? I can come to Starship’s gym or to the dorms if you want to go back and shower.”

“Are you saying you don’t mind me getting into your car all sweaty?” Hoseok’s lips curled into a smirk. He was somewhat curious to see whether your professional facade would slip when you saw his sweaty body at the gym.

“It’s just sweat, right?”

Hoseok almost laughed. He couldn’t tell if you were being funny or actually naive. “True, true. I’ll finish my workout in about 2 hours then.”

“No worries. Also can you tell me what you like to eat so I can see what good restaurants are around?” Your questions were increasingly starting to sound like a date.

Hoseok almost answered with ramen, but decided against it. “I’m happy to eat whatever you want to.”

“Wait, really? Alright there’s this place I love that's actually close to the test site, so let’s go there.” The excitement in your answer warmed Hoseok’s heart. “Alright I’ll tell the lab we’ll be there within 3 hours, so it’s okay if your workout goes a little over time, but I’ll still be there in 2 hours.” 

Your voice returned to its formal tone, and Hoseok had to remind himself you were his lawyer and not just someone he was looking forward to having dinner with. He couldn’t exactly tell you he was excited to see you, so, he did the next best thing. “Hey actually, can you pick me up slightly later? I think I am going to shower.”

You arrived at the dorms. Hoseok said his dorm was across from Minhyuk and Changkyun’s, but you weren’t sure if you should go to his door or wait in the car for him. After some minutes passed the agreed pickup time, you decided to go to Hoseok’s door and knock. A man you hadn’t met before answered, but judging from his model like proportions, you guessed it was Hyungwon..

“Um hello, I am here to pick up Hoseok.” You tried not to stutter. You didn’t realise your wording could have been better until after you said it. 

Hyungwon smiled a little deviously. “Come inside.” He chuckled as you removed your shoes. “Can’t believe Hoseok would make a girl pick him up.”

You opened your mouth to say you’re just his lawyer but it didn’t come out. 

“YAH Hoseokah! Hurry up, someone is waiting for you,” Hyungwon shouted into the dorm. Then he turned to you. “Hello, I am Chae Hyungwon. I assume you’re the lawyer, Miss y/n.” He politely bowed.

You bowed back and introduced yourself and moved towards the couch. 

“Minhyuk mentioned you’re going to that party,” Hyungwon said as he sat beside you on the couch. While you weren’t planning to keep your party attendance a secret, you were still somewhat surprised Minhyuk told others.

“Yes. I was hoping to learn a bit about Hoseok’s social circle.” You suddenly remembered the specific question you needed to ask Hyungwon. “I heard Hoseok was mostly with you at the last party. Can you tell me everything about that night?”

Hyungwon turned his head towards the rooms. “Yeah there’s probably time for this,” he muttered to himself, then turned to you. “I think you know as well as I do that there can be some seedy things happening at parties that idols go to.”

You knew, but you motioned for him to pause. “Hold on, you know our conversations aren’t protected by attorney client privilege right? So don’t fuc-,” hold on, no swearing, you reminded yourself, “Don’t confess to any crimes okay?”

If Hyungwon heard you almost swear, he didn’t mention it. He simply continued. “Well out of all the people Hoseok interacted with that night, there were probably some people who did anything from drugs to money laundering. Who specifically I am not sure. But I can tell you things like that were present at that party,”

“Alright I know you might not tell me this but, how do people like that get in?”

Hyungwon bit his lip before answering. “There aren’t exactly security checks at the TV station, so it’s possible for anyone to slip in if they have a contact.”

“So its possible to do things like exchange abnormal sums of money or drugs or even information with or through idols, or force them to do those things?” You asked.

“Yes. Like I said, no security checks.” Hyungwon tilted his head as he looked at you. “What are you suspecting?”

You didn’t get a chance to divulge your current theory since Hoseok walked out of his room. 

“Glad to see you’re finally ready. Have fun tonight,” Hyungwon said, standing up from the couch. “Y/n, I hope you make some progress tonight, with your case.”

Hoseok looked good. Like deliriously good. He kept it classic with sleek black pants and a white button up shirt, both of which were cut so perfectly to fit his body. You didn’t want to ogle because he was your client, but this was a little difficult. You hoped Hoseok or Hyungwon didn’t hear the small gasp you almost made when your client walked in.

The ride to the test centre was a quiet. You explained to Hoseok that you went to school with one of the medical examiners there, so she performed the drug test. Jia (your friend) had already finished up her work for the day and was simply waiting for you. Jia was a no nonsense, completely unfiltered friend, but she was incredibly perceptive. 

“Hey girl!! You look hot,” Jia said by way of greeting when you walked into her office. She then looked at Hoseok who stood behind you. “Who’s he? A new-"

“Client, Jia,” you hoped your voice didn’t sound too panicked. “He is my client, so don’t say something weird.” You looked behind you at Hoseok, to see if he was annoyed by you or Jia, but he seemed unbothered. 

“Well girl, you really do know how to pick ‘em,” Jia slightly rolled her eyes. She led you and Hoseok to sit down at her desk where her printed and highlighted report was waiting.

“Do we need to discuss it? I thought it was a straightforward negative result,” you saiid. 

“It is. But there’s one more interesting thing you should take a look at.” Jia pointed to a graph and the highlighted text below it. “Your client had technically taken narcotics. He had an absurd amount of legally available benzodiazepines in his system, likely taken within the last couple days.” 

You turned to Hoseok. “Don’t say anything.” You then turned to Jia. “Is there a way to tell which specific drugs they were?” 

“Keep reading.” Jia said, so you did. Flunitrazepam. “It’s Rohypnol,” Jia added when she saw your eyes widen.

Hoseok had been silently following the conversation, and had been reading the report over your shoulder. When Jia mentioned Rohypnol, you folded the papers back up loudly with a flutter. You turned to Hoseok, and he was taken aback by your expression. Your face shifted between undiluted rage and concern. You breathed out through your nose, and it reminded Hoseok of how dragons breathe out flames.

“Tell me who hurt you.” You seethed.

[femdomlieeh]

Riding your thigh (m)

Sub!Monsta X ✧ Dom!Fem!Reader

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

NOW PLAYING—vampire ✧ Olivia Rodrigo

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

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이호석 / wonho

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 손현우 / shownu

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

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

"But what, Babybear?"

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

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

"Ye-Yes, Mama."

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

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

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이민혁 / minhyuk

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

"Get on my lap."

"Okayyy~" he sang cutely.

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

"Now ride it, Puppy."

He grinned.

"Okay, Mommyyy~"

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

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

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

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

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

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유기현 / kihyun

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

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

"You want me to w-wHat?"

"Ride my thigh."

"A-Are you for sure?"

"Yes. Now."

"I— Uhm— Okay—"

Sheepishly he followed through your command.

"Good boy."

"T-Thank you, M-Mommy."

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

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채형원 / hyungwon

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

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

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

"Of course, Mommy."

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

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

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

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이주헌 / joohoney

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

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

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

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

With deeper dimples from smiling, he fastened his pace.

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

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임창견 / i.m

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

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

"Took you long enough, Mommy."

"What do you mean?"

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

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

He kept arms crossed but still listened to you.

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

His pout turned into a dimpled smile.

"Okay then, Mommy," he whined softly.

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

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

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

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

(...)

Went for me, and not her

'Cause girls your age know better ❞

—olivia isabel rodrigo; 2023

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Wonho cake 🍰