#wonho scenarios

[sotteoks]

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

warnings below the cut!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You and Hoseok included. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And with that, you see yourself out. 

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

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

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

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

I guess the city is smaller than I thought. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I’m in your thoughts.

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

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

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

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

But those things could be just coincidences, right? 

Vampires aren’t real.

Or are they? 

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

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

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

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

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

His pants.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[nanawritesit]

Wonho Boyfriend Headcanons!

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

He loves to call you bunny 🐰

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

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

gym dates 🏋🏼‍♀️

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

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

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

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

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

ramen dates 🍜

or pizza, depending on the day 🍕

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

you guys love cooking together

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

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

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

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

he’s SUCH a cuddle bug

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

loves it when you trace your finger along his tattoos

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

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

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

does NOT like it when other people hit on you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

coffee dates ☕️

LOVES it when you steal his shirts

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

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

“what’s mine is yours bunny” 🥰

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

asks you to help him practice his english almost every day

he wants to travel the world with you

buying him metamong plushies whenever you see them

he randomly buys you flowers a lot ��

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

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

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

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

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

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

[linos-luna]

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

Oh yay Wonho! Sure thing ☺️

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A little Jealousy ❣️🔪

Yandere!Wonho x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But Wonho paid them no mind.

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

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

“Do you think this is funny?”

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

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

“Hey baby-”

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

“Hyung, you can’t-”

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

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

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

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

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

“But-”

“Now!!”

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

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

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

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

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

“I wasn’t being-”

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

“Why would you do that?!” You cried.

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

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

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

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

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

“Sir… o-oppa…?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oppa!” You panted.

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

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

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

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

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

“Do it…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He stopped for a moment and smiled in satisfaction.

“Third… no talking back to me.”

“Y-Yes sir…” you said weakly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[spacequokka]

RM1501: Anatomy & Physio

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If only once.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck, Hoseok. I’m gonna—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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───────── 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑. ( 18+ )

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

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

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

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

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

“Because I’m sick.”

“My immune system will be fine.”

“No.”

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

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

“But you love me, yeah?”

She chuckles. “Ridiculously so.”

“Then I guess I’m very annoying.”

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

“My god, Hoseok!”

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

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

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

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

“God, I’m so tired of you..” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Easy, sweetheart. I got you.”

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Kinkmas - Day 21: Thigh Riding W/ Wonho

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tenses thigh.

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

“But”.

Another flex.

“I promised”.

Flex.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Flex.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Infidelity (1) - Wonho X Reader

Wonho (Lee Hoseok) X (fem) Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warning: mentions of religion, cheating, drinking, unprotected sex, public sex

*cross-posted on ao3, this is a revised version of the original story

Summary: You've been having trouble navigating a rocky relationship with your boyfriend and his religious family, but one night with Hoseok at the club helps you relieve your tension.

Bored is an understatement, you decide, as you sit at a table in the back of the dimly lit club sipping water. You’re the designated driver for your friends tonight, but if you’re honest you wish you were drunk and dancing with a hot stranger. It would be a good way to forget about the argument you had from hours before.

Jacob is a decent boyfriend, but he sure knows how to make you feel like shit. He is fine as hell, olive skin, perfect white teeth, and a curly mop of perfect black curls on top of his head. But the two of you have one major conflict: Jacob is from a perfect, picket fence Christian home and you are definitely not what one would call a ‘woman of God’. His parents hate you, his siblings judge you, but the sex can be heavenly.

Thinking about it only escalates your anger. Who is he, to sit on a throne and look down on you? He drinks, he has sex, he curses! But he had the gall to condemn you for going out tonight, a Saturday night, before he drags you to a service at his church tomorrow.

Releasing a sigh you look up and do a scan of your friends on the dance floor. Everyone seems to be having a good time and no one seems to be in need of a rescue. As a designated driver, it’s always important to make sure none of your drunk friends are trapped in uncomfortable and possibly dangerous situations. To forget about how much you wish you were dancing and drinking, you open Instagram on your phone only to regret it. Smiling brightly at you, the first post is from Beth, a girl in Jacob’s bible study group. The two of them are grinning, touching cheek to cheek, and holding up what you cold only assume to be plastic cups of Hawaiian Punch. The two of you had talked many times about the big crush Beth has on your boyfriend, but he refuses to listen.

It was when you put your phone down on the table with a huff you notice the pair of piercing dark eyes staring holes in you. The eyes belong to a man who must’ve been sculpted by a Greek god. You want to look away, but his stare pulls you into a trance that was impossible to escape. He’s wearing a black and red button up, buttoned low enough to expose his chest, his blonde hair is in opposition to the dark look in his eyes. They’re not intimidating but inviting. Your heart skips a beat when you see him take one step in your direction, butyour view is abruptly occupied by one of your friends.

“Hey”, she slurred, “which drink is mine?” She giggles while twirling a strand of her purple hair on her finger.

You hand it to her carefully, though your words are frantic. “How do I look, Sophia?”

Her laugh escapes her perfect, pink lips again, “Hot as shit! I’d hit!” She haphazardly places her drink on the table after a quick sip. As she turns to head back to the dance floor you call out to her to be careful. You close your eyes and release a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. ‘That looks fun…’

When you open your eyes to your surprise the handsome stranger is standing at your table. You hide your surprise the best you can, but he must have seen your blush peek through because he smirks. Extending a hand to you he introduces himself, “I’m Hoseok.”

Taking his hand you smile, “Y/N.”

“May I sit?” You scoot over in response to make room for him in the cramped booth. When he sits you realize how muscular this stranger is, and his large thigh touching yours makes you a little nervous. He gives you an up-down with his eyes, but you keep your composure. “Why aren’t you dancing, Y/N?”

His eyes finally meet yours and you feel butterflies erupting in your stomach. It definitely isn’t good to be this attracted to someone who hasn’t even spoke more than ten words to you yet. “I’m driving tonight, and I guess I just don’t feel like dancing.”

He softly caresses one of your hands resting on your lap, “Just because you’re not drinking? You don’t need to drink to have fun.”

“I know!” You protest, but you don’t flee from his touch. He is incredibly sexy, charming, and already touching you. Trouble.

“So, will you dance with me?” Hoseok sets off every warning in your head. All signs pointed to mistakes, but you nod.

He leads you to the dance floor and his hands find their place on your hips. He slips behind you, and you grind on him to the beat of the music. Feeling his hot breath on your neck only encourages you to keep going. You reach back and run your hands across his shoulders as he grinds right back onto your ass. The music pulses in your ears along with the beat of your heart, ever so slowly increasing. He suddenly turns you around but continues to dance. “Would you want to take this somewhere else?”

You stand on the tips of your toes to assure he can hear you. Lips softly caressing his ear you say, “I have to stay. I’m the designated driver, remember?”

He grabs your hands and puts them on his shoulders. After giving your neck a few gentle kisses he murmurs into your ear, “We don’t have to leave the club.”

“Aren’t you moving pretty fast? We haven’t even danced for that long.”

His next words pierced right through your resolve. “I’m just a man who knows what I want.”

The butterflies from before are now eagerly trying to escape your stomach and a tingle between your legs has lit a fire. You whisper back loud enough for only him to hear, “Show me what you have in mind.”

He leads you to the bathroom and although your brain is fighting it with all it’s might, your heart wins out and you follow his lead. Well, maybe not your heart, but something akin to desire inside of you. As soon as the door is closed and locked you are pushed back against the door. His lips hungrily attach to your exposed neck and shoulders, and his hands push off the thin straps of your satin, periwinkle dress. You grab his shoulders to steady yourself before snaking one hand down to rub his bulge. He groans in response, and you feel him smile against the dainty gold chain of your necklace.

His breathing is just as unsteady as yours as he pulls back and examines your neck. He smirks, “A cross?”

His hands are tugging on the hem of your dress and in a moment of stupidity and blatant honesty you blurt out, “My boyfriend gave it to me.”

His eyes catch yours for only a moment before he huffs, “Some boyfriend you have, he must be terrible.” One hand gingerly leaves the hem of your dress only to caress between your legs. You gasp and hold his large biceps with both hands. “You’re so wet and needy for me already. Some shit boyfriend.” He whispers the last part, and roughly bites your shoulder. You couldn’t hold yourself back any longer from grabbing his face and pressing your lips to his. The last thing you want to do is think about Jacob. You only want to get lost in Hoseok’s embrace.

His hand on your pussy gently moves, and he begins to rub your clit through your panties with his index and middle fingers. You wildly run your hands through his hair as the pace of the kiss picks up. His free hand roams over your breasts and you gasp as he pinches one of your nipples through your dress and bralette. He breaks the kiss to your dismay.

“Looks like you wanted to find someone tonight. Is he here?”

You kiss his jaw and murmur, “No. Please, I need you right now.”

He removes the hand from your panties and gently touches your cheek with his palm, but the look in his eyes is scarily dark. It sends a new wave of desire down to where you wanted him most. “I’ll fuck you until you forget him.”

His left hand abandons your breasts and slithers down to pull up the bottom of your dress. Your hands work on undoing his belt and pants, but the two of you refuse to break this kiss. It’s an ill-fought battle for dominance, and Hoseok has been winning from the start. His tongue slides over yours and you can’t help but let out a moan.

“Pretty”, he says against your lips as he lines himself up with your entrance. “What pretty sounds.” He rubs the head of his dick against your clit in hopes of ellicting a reaction.

It works, of course, and you moan loudly before remembering where you were. Your cheeks flared red with embarrassment.

“Hos- Hoseok..”

He bites your lip before releasing it. “What?”

You hook one leg around his waist, effectively pulling him even closer. “I need you in me, please”, you breathe out.

He chuckles slightly sadistically before softly grasping your chin in one hand. His other hand was still rubbing himself onto you. It was maddening. “But what about your boyfriend, Y/N?”

You groan, which makes him snicker lowly. “Please fuck me, Hoseok.” You hate begging, but he has a point. He is a stranger caught up in your infidelity.

“Jump.” You do as you’re told and wrap your legs around him. He places you against the door, and the anticipation of finally getting what you’ve been lusting over makes your mouth water. In a moment of out of place sweetness, he whispers against the cusp of your ear, “Let me know if it’s too much, please.”

Without any more warning than that, he slowly pushes into you. You bite your lip hard as he finally bottoms out. It hurts in the most pleasurable way. He was much bigger than Jacob. You don’t get much time to adjust as he pulls back and slides back in. Again and again, until he’s picking up the pace. The pleasure begins to make you teary-eyed. “More.”

A wicked laugh escapes his lips as he place a hands on the door while keeping the other hand roughly holding your ass. His lips catch yours in a heated kiss as his hips begin to snap rapidly. You grip him even tighter with your hands and legs, holding on for your life, and unknowingly also grip his dick inside of you. He releases a low growl against your lips and you’re suddenly aware of the door rattling behind you. The idea of getting caught turned you on even more. His kisses move to your neck and ear again, and you can’t help but throw your head back in pleasure. Between his sucking on your skin and his dick bringing you closer to the edge, you know you won’t last much longer, but you don’t want him to stop. Every ounce of your willpower is holding onto your orgasm and refusing to let go. Thrust after delicious thrust is eating away at you, and the pleasure so intense your head feels fuzzy.

“Let it go, baby. Cum on me, Y/N.”

You can’t hold on any longer after that, and you release around his cock. Wave after wave of ecstasy washes over your entire body making you arch your back and curl your toes. He keeps pumping into you until it the feeling is unbearable.

He quickly pulls out and unwraps you from his body. “On your knees.” The demand makes your weak knees shake more, but you comply. He pumps himself with his hand for only a few seconds before he cums all over your chest. The sight of him, jerking movements and grunts looking down on you, gets you impossibly more hot and bothered. Your breath catches in your throat as he comes off his high and locks his eyes with yours.

The eye contact only lasts a few moments before he moves to get a paper towel and wet it. Your high was wearing off, and the emptiness made you feel frozen in your place on your knees on the dirty bathroom floor. He hands the paper towel to you so you can clean yourself up, then does the same for himself. He won’t make eye contact with you as he gets dressed, and you feel awkward in this small space with him. You stand up but neither of you say anything, until he finally breaks the silence. 

You’re wiping at the little bit of cum on the neckline of your dress when he speaks. HE’s holding his phone out to you. “Your number.”

Your hands are shaking slightly as you put your name and number in. When you give it back to him, he smiles at you and leaves you alone in the bathroom with a small smirk and a “see you soon, Y/N”.

He’s out of the bathroom and you attempt to straighten yourself up. Makeup is smudged and hair is everywhere, but you can’t make yourself care. The rush of your encounter with Hoseok sticks a smile to your face and drives a rush through your heart.

When you finally make it out of the bathroom your friends inform you how late it is and how they want to go home. You look around for Hoseok, but you don’t see him. It doesn’t matter, you think, because you’re sure you’ll hear from him soon enough.

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“Aren’t you hot, sweetie?” Jacob eyes you up and down, taking in your beige, long sleeve turtleneck dress. “It’s like 75 outside.”

“I feel fine.” You smile at him as you stand for opening prayer.

You hear his mother murmur under her breath, “At least she’s covered up for once…”

You can’t help but smirk, thinking of all the marks Hoseok left behind. ‘If only you knew…’

I hope you enjoyed it!! Thanks for reading!

[dreamythoughtsmood]

Wonho Boyfriend Material Headcanons

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

Food

Drink

Massage

You name it, he will get it for you

You are his number one fan of course

Bringing you to concerts

Making you stand in the crowd and watch him be cool

He would want you to be proud of him

And you are

Free merch

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

And only his merch but his clothes

His leather jacket is yours now

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

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

Not because he thinks you need it

Its just another way for him to be with you

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

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

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

Shirts? What shirts?

The man hates shirts

Dates with him are something else

Because how can a man so massive be so cute?

His laugh alone could make you laugh

Cute dates, lots of pictures, kissing

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

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

You two have no secrets around one another

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

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

You two love each other too much to be angry

So either of you would apologize a couple hours later

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

Your colleagues would always drool over him

But he only sees you

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

He loves your cooking

Especially your ramen

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

But he doesn't have to know that

He would often ask you to massage him

But its just an excuse that he wants you close

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

He would also love to give you massages

He loves to come up with date ideas

He always comes up with something new

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

[minimultiestfandoms]

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[jaehyunskitten22]

I dont want to make false promises about coming back bUT if i were to maybe finish the wonho/changkyun/you fic, how many would want to read it? Im not sure if any of you guys are still invested in it or not but i have found myself wanting to finish it lately

[lost-inthedream]

I'm probably late to the party but if by any chance it still on. Wonho + 23. 🤭

23 = "I'm up for morning sex if you are." (this one is fireeee)

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He truly woke you up but it was an accident because your skin looked so soft and healthy, your curves were so charming too. Wonho could not help feeling your exposed thighs and that had you open your eyes.

Your boyfriend apologized with kisses all over your face and praises "My sleepy beauty, I can't resist you" he explained.

You chuckled and stroked him on the side, inevitably feeling his precious muscles. In the blink of an eye, he was on top of you.

"I'm up for morning sex if you are"

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Moning after prompts

[winterviolet1]

>>Wonho Master list<<

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Reaction:

How you met

Boyfriend

Kisses

Hybrid

Workout routine

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Scenarios:

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Imagine:

Coming soon

[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.

[talkingsaxy]

PHOTOS YOU'VE TAKEN OF YOUR BOYFRIEND WONHO

please don't repost, requests open!

[bebefilms]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓.

✧ wonho x fem!reader ✧ 665 words ✧ fluff ✧ he’s enlisting in a few days and she worries extensively for him.

Months of extensive training sculpted Hoseok’s body into the work of art it is now, and it deserves to be flaunted.

He knows it deserves to be flaunted, and he knows how to do it creatively. His stage wardrobe consists of risqué cutouts, crop tops, and tops that pass off as his second skin due to the tight fit, and he has made some headlines with them. There will always be criticism, spite, and hate regardless of what he does but in her eyes, he is a wonderful talent who knows how to harness his creativity to challenge societal standards while showing off his assets.

Hoseok is not Hoseok if he’s properly covered by a full tee. Some area of his torso has to be exposed, if not completely topless.

When he’s disrupting her nightly reading by laying on top of her and settling between her legs, Hoseok being shirtless only means one thing.

The biggest breath heaves from his lungs as she lightly traces her nails up his muscular back. She still questions how the feathery sensation can bring the man so much joy because she has tried it on her own arm, and it felt ticklish. Far from relaxing.

He nestles his head in the valley of her chest, humming as she continues to gently rake her nails all over him. Although her beloved is beefy, she doesn’t feel too suffocated by his weight on her. She is also used to it at this point because he often requests ‘back tracing’ time whenever he visits her right after his schedule.

“Are you nervous?,” she asks, breaking the silence with a small smile.

“A little.”

She sometimes traces briefly to appease him, but she’s going slower and longer than usual. She can only do it for fifteen minutes at most before she gets bored or drowsy, but the thought of having to bid him goodbye for almost two years is keeping her up and going.

“I’m still just a public service worker though,” he reminds her. “I’ll pop in to visit from time to time.”

“Can you really do that?”

He pauses. “I hope so.”

Though she chuckles, the weight on her heart can’t be denied. Though he won’t be put in danger, she still frets about his wellbeing. She worries about the food being served after coming across pictures of soldiers’ meals online, which were shown to be severely rationed and barely had variety or nutrition to them. She worries about his fellow comrades not having boundaries and violating his privacy just because he is a well-fit, popular idol. She worries he may suffer terrible treatment, or be given special treatment and garner bad press for it.

“You’re doing it again.”

Hoseok’s words disrupt her thoughts. She looks down to see him staring up at her, searching her face as he reaches up to soothe the crease between her brows with his thumb. “You’re overthinking.”

She musters a weary smile. “I can’t help it. I worry for you.”

He gently squeezes her hip. “I’m grateful that you care about me that much, but I’ll be okay. I’ll make it out alive.”

She pouts. “I’ll miss you.”

“Two years will fly by before you know it,” he reassures as he repositions his head on her chest. “I promise I’ll keep in touch whenever I’m allowed.”

Her fingers subconsciously trace up his nape to comb through his hair. It has gone through extensive bleaching and styling and needs a good hair treatment to heal it, but there’s no need for it when it’s about to be shaved off in a few days. Though the strands feel far from healthy, she still rakes through it, missing it before it’s even buzzed off.

“I hope you can take it easy,” she mutters as she resumes running her nails up his back in feathery strokes. “I don’t want your previous injuries to worsen.”

He smiles. “Hopefully they can spare me mercy so you don’t have to worry everyday.”

[kcake555]

Wonho cake 🍰