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blizzardfluffykpop · 9 months

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If Only

Summary: Maybe if you told him about your feelings at the venue the last time you were here, you’d be together now. But now you’re here again, and you wonder if you turn to find him, will he even be looking for you?

Oneshot

Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Flashbacks, Slight College au, Possibly Suggestive at the end?

Word Count: 3,674

Hoseok (Wonho) X Reader

[Song Inspiration: If Only, From Zero, Don’t Regret]

Preface: "Not a day goes by that I don't think of you. I wish I told you what I really felt. If I go back to where we last were, will you be looking for me too? Will you still love me as I love you? Can we start again? But differently? Can we be together in ways we always wished?"

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You remember the last time you and Hoseok were together as if it were yesterday. It was a week before you both graduated. And you had bought tickets to see your favorite band and invited him along. He hyped your outfit up and told you how excited he was to hear some songs live. He knew their songs because you had listened to their music together, just as you had listened to his favorite band’s music. He made you giggle until the venue started letting people in, and he held your hand and helped ease your nerves. After all, it would be the first time you'd seen them live. You showed them your tickets, and they let you in. Hoseok put them into his coat pocket for safekeeping and held you close so you didn't lose track of each other as you looked for your seats.

You guys excitedly waited for the concert to begin. And when the openers came out, you got up and cheered. They played a few cover songs, and you both sang along. It was wonderful. But the real excitement came after they exited the stage. You turned to Hoseok, and he grabbed your hands as you excitedly shook them. He giggled, and your heart felt like it was about to leap out of your chest, not just from the excitement of seeing your group. But from him and all the feelings you had bottled up for him. When they came out, you both screamed, cheered, and danced the night away to the songs.

When your favorite song came on, you gasped and shook him as he laughed. You twirled and sang along loudly, enjoying every moment of it. It felt like a dream come true. At the end of the song, you looked at him to see if he was enjoying it too. And he was smiling big and bright over at you, with his camera pointed towards you and not the stage. You shook your head at him, and he laughed, “You looked so happy. I couldn’t film anything but you.” You blushed and shook your head at him again before continuing to jam with him to the rest of the songs.

You both loudly screamed for an encore, wanting to hear them perform more of their music. And they came back out and played a fan favorite. Everyone was jumping, and the two of you were jumping right along with them. As the last note rang through the crowd, you were both sweaty and laughing. He presses his forehead to yours, "I wish tonight would never have to end." You held your forehead to his, "I wish it never had to either." But then you moved away and gathered your things to leave. He walked you home, and all you two talked about was the performance and not your shared feelings. At the time, you knew he loved you back. You don't know why you never told him. It never made sense, but he never said anything, either. And that was the last time you two ever saw each other, and you never stopped thinking about it.

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Graduation came and flew by in a flash. Friends you knew were now married, traveling the world, or having babies. Did time really move that fast? Or was it just your own perception? It always seemed like when you left college. You would know exactly what you wanted to do next with your life. But now, as you sit in your bedroom apartment, you really start to wonder if you knew anything back then. You had tried everything from moving from place to place to seeing new faces and having different careers. But your mind still lingered on the same person. You could be doing something completely unrelated and still, find ways to connect it back to him.

Even now, as you throw your head back against your pillow, you can’t help but think how his smile would make everything better. But that was something you had to lay to rest the day you both graduated. You were attracted to him the second you laid eyes on him, and when you got to know him, you fell deeply in love with him. You tried dating various people after falling for him, but by the fourth date, you’d realize you didn’t want anyone else but him. He was everything you wanted and more.

And maybe that’s why you were buying concert tickets to see his favorite band perform. One that you didn’t care for until you listened to them in his dorm. You remember staying up that whole night listening to each other's favorite artists and getting to know each other more. Or maybe it was because it was the last place you were with him. What if he was there? Would you have the courage, then? Your friend, Lyd, texts you that she wants to go and sends you the money. And you smile as you purchase the tickets. Maybe you needed a new memory in that place to move on. But could you truly move on from someone you loved so deeply? You shook your head. You decided to enjoy the experience and have a fun time with your friend, regardless of past events that took place there.

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You sat beside him after a long day of midterms in your first year. And you both stayed up the whole night, showing each other song after song. He showed you his sketchbook and told you about his dream of playing in a band. You gushed over how beautiful his sketches were and how you believed he could create a band larger than life. He shook his head, thanking you, and asked you about your aspirations. You showed him the writings you wrote but told him that you weren’t positive you wanted to turn your hobby into your career. And he told you how elaborate and beautiful he thought your words were and how not all art had to be for profit. Because as long as it made you happy, it didn’t have to make you money. He held you against his chest as you listened to another song he liked by them. He made you feel safe in ways you didn’t know you needed safety. And with that, you guys fell asleep on his bed listening to music together.

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You haven’t seen him since before you graduated because you had to move back in with your family for a few months to take care of some things. You could have kept in contact, but neither of you ever reached out. You were always two distant stars watching and liking each other’s stories. He was out living his best life, and so were you. He was touring with his band, and you were working part-time and writing little stories while hanging out with your friends. Every photo or video that contained him always had your heart stuttering. You couldn’t believe that you let him slip through your fingers. It was something you majorly regretted. Even as you stand in line with one of your friends, you can’t help but think about what it’d be like to attend this concert with him.

The venue was two cities outside of your old university. You used to grab a bus and head here all the time, whether you were attending the concert by yourself, with your friends, or with him. Interrupting your thoughts for a second, your friend asks, “I’ve never been to this venue before. What’s it like?” And you smile, “It’s beautiful. It’s got golden decals and a very high ceiling. And the stage, no matter where you’re sitting, feels like you’re sitting right in front of the performers. And the acoustics in the room? Are magnificent.” She grins, “Oh wow! I can’t wait to get inside!” You smile and ask, “I know you saw them last month. Did they perform any hidden tracks?” She grins and tells you about how they performed a bonus track off of their older album and how it was her favorite song, and to hear it felt magical. You grin, “I hope they perform it tonight, then!” You weren’t that close, but you connected over your shared music taste. She knew bits and pieces of your past and why you liked this group. She was sure that he had a crush on you back then too. “Oh! My girl is calling!” She cheerily tells you and answers, and you smile. You knew Claire about as well as you had known Lyd. And you listen to them talk until the line starts moving. She hangs up and promises to get her some merch before leaving.

You get in, and they scan your tickets, you locate your seats, and you’re off to get soft drinks while she’s off to buy merch. You give her twenty for a shirt, knowing the other five would cover her pop. It takes a while before you both can return to your seats. You sit down and drink your pop as she shows you the hoodie she got herself. The cute beanie she got her girlfriend, and the shirt she got you. Originally you were going to wear it as a sleep shirt, but it was just the right color and style for you to wear everywhere. You thank her and put it on your chair so you don’t lose it.

The venue continues to fill up, and as the lights turn on, you take a moment to look around. And that’s when you see him... The man you’ve been internally searching for since you left him. You gulp, and he catches your stare before you can look away. You give him a small smile, and he does the same, and you both turn from each other, “Um, Lyd… I uh…” She raises her eyebrow at you, “What?” You whisper, “He’s here…” She gasps, “No way!” She whips her head in the direction you were looking in before. She claps her hands and looks at you, “This could be it!” You blink at her and ask, “This could be... What?” She grins, “You guys can finally rekindle and fall in love!” You gulp but can’t help but sneak glances at him, “But… How? He’s probably married by now. And has like five kids, if not grandkids.” She hits your arm, “Honey. He is way too young to have grandkids. And the last time you were here, it was with him! It’s like fate brought you back together!” You shake your head, “That’s impossible.” But you can’t help but look towards him again to see him staring back.

And before you can say anything more, the opener comes out, and the lights turn on, “Give it up for The Starches!” Everyone stands up, and she gasps, “You weren’t kidding. It feels like we’re right against the stage even though we’re at least fifteen rows back!” You laugh, “Yeah.” And while you haven’t heard of this group before, you certainly enjoyed them! You filmed a few of their songs, planning to check them out later. And the two of you jumped to the songs as the guitar wailed and the drums pounded beats through your souls.

Several songs later, they exit the stage. And people scatter to the restroom and to get refills. But you turn to look at Lyd, and she smiles, “Go to him.” You gulp, “You sure?” She nods, “You love him. I could tell from the way you talked about him and even now. You love him deeply. So, go to him.” She shoos you, and without second guessing yourself, you get up and head to him to see him getting out of his chair and coming over to you. You laugh, and he smiles, “I uh…” His hand rubs the back of his neck as he goes, “I didn’t expect to see you here.” You nod, “I thought you were touring?” He nods, “I am… I just saw they were performing here. And well, I had to see them.” You smile, “Me too…”

You guys move into his aisle as people start returning from the concessions. “Where’s your next performance?” He smiles, “Several cities over.” You nod, “Living the big rockstar life you always wanted?” He grins, “Yeah, what have you been doing?” You shrug, “This, that, and the other. Nothing special.” He shakes his head, “You're living your life, and that’s special.” You smile, “I guess so.” He nods, “Who’s your friend over there?” “Oh, that’s Lyd!” He waits for you to continue, so you do, “She’s my friend. We’ve recently gotten to know each other because of our similar music tastes. We saw they were performing close, and we decided to go.” He lets out a sigh and says like he’s relieved, “That’s nice! I hope your friendship continues to grow!” You smile and nod, “Did you bring anyone?” He shrugs, “Kind of? My bodyguard comes with me no matter what.” You blink, “Oh?” And look over a few seats to see him intently watching the two of you. Being caught, he gives a friendly wave. You both wave back, and he goes, “Yeah, that’s Bo. He’s a great guy. He takes care of me and my members.”

You didn’t expect your first conversation to be so awkward. You stand and stare at each other. With so many things you wanted to say to each other but no words to convey your thoughts. You sigh as you gesture that you should head back to your seat. But before you can leave, Lyd comes up behind you both, “Hey, I was just talking to Bo, and he said he’d be better at watching over you if you sat in front of him.” You both blink at her and out of Hoseok’s sight and into yours. She winks. You ask softly, “Would you like to sit with me?” He smiles, “I would love to.” When Hoseok turns to walk towards your seats first, both Bo & Lyd give you a thumbs up. You shake your head, Lyd wasn’t about to let you pass up this opportunity, and it seems neither was Bo.

You sit beside him, your heart thumping in your chest as the background music plays. You speak up, “You know, the last time we were here together was to see my favorite band…” He nods, “Yeah, now we’re seeing my favorite band here together…” “It makes a kind of karmic sense, doesn’t it?” He smiles, “I think so. I’m glad I get to see them with you.”

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Senior year, he was lying in your bed playing on his laptop as you wrote a few more notes in your notebook. He told you excitedly, “They came out with a new album!” You grinned, “Really?” And you both listened to it. And you added your favorites to your playlists. He goes, “That was amazing! Did you enjoy it?” You nodded, and he continued, “This next song was a pre-release, but it became my favorite. I hope it becomes dear to you because I’m dedicating it to you.” You held back your tears at that as you whispered, “Ho-ho, you don’t have to.” He shook his head, “I want to. Now listen.” And you can tell why he fell for it the second it started playing. It had all the right notes, the correct key, and perfect melodies. You bobbed your head along and fell in love with it just like you had with him. He put it on repeat and pulled you into his chest, and the two of you basked in the moment. Maybe someday you’d get the courage to tell him.

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They finally come out, and you both cheer, and he smiles as you sing along to the songs together. It felt right to sing with him again. You wished you never lost connection. But as you look at him in the corner of your eye, if this is where you ended up all over again. Then you don’t regret it. Getting to spend another moment with him had your heart singing louder than your voice to the music. It made all the difference in not seeing for two years. You turned around as they played Lyd's favorite and high-fived her as she loudly screamed. As that song ended, you heard the first notes of the song, his favorite and the one he dedicated to you. And your heart feels full as he starts dancing and singing his heart out to it. You can't help but giggle and capture it all on your camera. You couldn’t be more in love if only he loved you back.

He catches you just like you had caught him filming you that night at the very end of the song. He shakes his head at you, and the first act ends, and the band walks back to change. You both sit down and tell him, “I thought you deserved to see yourself dancing and having a good time to your favorite song like you did for me all those years ago.” He laughs, and you ask, “Did you ever change your number?” He tells you he didn’t, and you scroll down in your texts and send him the video. “You never deleted my texts?” You shake your head, “Never had the heart to.” He nods, pulls out his phone, and scrolls down to show you he didn't either.

It could be the simplest thing that would remind you of him. From bunnies to the color blue, you saw him in everything. And in the two years, you were apart. You certainly couldn’t get rid of anything he sent or gave you. You were sentimental over it all. It may have been as simple as a ‘Hi!’ post-it note to the stuffed bunny he got you. You had kept all of it in a tin on top of your bedside table, wanting to access it whenever you missed him. After all, you were still in love with him, even though you had no contact with him.

You ask, “Do you still have Mew-Mew?” He smiles and nods, “Do you still have Bun-Bun?” You shake your head 'yes'. And that’s when the band returns. You jump around and sing with him again. Although, this time, you were in each other’s bubbles, much more comfortable beside each other. You looked over at him as the drummer did his solo perfectly and grinned, and he smiled right back.

When the concert ended, he grabbed your hand, and you both yelled, “Encore! Encore!” Pumping your intertwined hands into the air, hooting and hollering until they returned. Even as you sing along to their last song, you don’t let go of each other’s hands. With the confidence you have left, you squeeze his hand, and he looks over you, and you become entranced. And he sings the line to you, “I don’t want to be your past. I think we'll both regret…” You hold back your tears as you bring him into your arms. He holds you as you both sway to the melody. And you sing the words right back to him. As you both pull back with tears in your eyes, you grasp his other hand in yours.

The band exits the stage, and people start clearing out. You tell him, “You know, I never stopped thinking about you.” He gives you a small smile, “I never stopped loving you.” You both start crying, and he goes, “Please, don’t let me be your past.” You shake your head, “You’ve always been my present. You’re with me even when you’re not. I’m still deeply in love with you.” He smiles, “You're like that for me too…” You sigh, wiping your tears away with your shoulder, “Will you do me the honor of being mine officially?” He grins with wet cheeks, “It would be an honor to be yours.”

That’s when you hear an ‘ahem!’ You both look over, and Bo goes, “I’d hate to interrupt, but it looks like this place is almost cleared out. We should probably get going.” The two of them are both grinning at the two of you, “We heard everything.” You laugh and let go of one of his hands to pick up your concert tee. So, he can lead you out of your seats. As you walk to the doors, Lyd says, “Oh, Clarie said she could pick me up. So don’t worry about me! I’ll be seeing you next week!” Bo clears his throat, “I uh have some business at this thing to like be at... And, yeah, so…” He trails off and goes, “But, I’ll walk you to their car.” Hoseok laughs and teases, “Okay. If you’re sure you don’t want to come along~” Bo shakes his head adamantly, “No, um, I think you two have some things to catch up on, and I don’t want to hear that.” The four of you laugh as Lyd leaves for her girlfriend’s car.

After the two of you are all settled in, Bo wishes you both well and for you to have him home at a reasonable time. And he’s off, and you turn to look at him, “I regret not telling you I was in love with you sooner.” He shakes his head, “I regret it too, but now we have each other. So, there is no need to regret it anymore. We just have a lot to catch up on…” You smile, “Let’s not waste another moment, huh?” He nods, and you’re off to spend the rest of the evening and forever together.

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winter-dayz · 7 months

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Freedom or the Kindness of Death

Pairing: Lee Hoseok x Reader Hybrid AU; Shapeshifter AU Genre: Horror Words: 1142 Warnings: gore; murder; strong language; torture; violence

Masterlist | Fictober Masterpost

Taglist: @soobin-chois

“Let me go!” She thrashed around in the tube-like compartment, arms and legs suspended by thick, sterile ropes, and her entire body surrounded by thick glass. She stared down the abnormally muscular lab-coat in front of her cage with abhor.

🎃

The lab-coats on the other side continued to ignore her, writing down whatever shit they thought they figured out about her species. Occasionally they’d press a button or flip a switch, trying to elicit a reaction out of her in some fashion.

If they failed, they would grimace or glare before hastily scratching something off their stupid laundry list of torture. If they succeeded, the greasy lab-coat that was manning the switches would smirk arrogantly as the bug-eyed lab-coat would write paragraphs of evidence, data, hypotheses. Blah blah blah.

She never thought torture would be so boring. But perhaps she should be grateful. Thankful that she wasn't being torn apart and pieced back together. Sliced and diced only to be sewn up, “good as new”, like she’d watched some of her fellow hostages be.

She’d watched several be mutilated, starved, dehydrated, drained, and plain murdered. All in the name of “science” as those white coat freaks claimed. As if hybrids were some kind of laboratory toy for them to use and play with as they pleased until they’re ready to throw the old one out and bring a new one in.

She knew there was no chance she’d ever see the sun again. Bound to her tube-casket, only to stare at the burning fluorescents day after day. And despite her current, more favorable, form of experimentation—torture—she knew that it’d be her turn soon.

The lab-coats were growing bored of her reactions. As was she, hardly having energy to react even when the doo-dads they messed with should have actually elicited one. So, it was coming, and she could only wonder what fate she’d be privy to.

Would she be sawed in half and inspected like a bug or cut up and dissected like a cadaver? Would she be subjected to extreme conditions like the ones she saw shriveled up from hunger and wilt away from lack of water? Or would they dispose of her, a simple murder, like the trash they believed her to be?

Oddly enough, those thoughts were the only thing getting her through her days. Long gone was the optimism for release. Long gone was the hope for freedom. Now, she only prayed for the kindness of death.

🎃

As she continued to squirm as best she could, the lab-coat on the other side only stared at her blankly. Behind him, anarchy ensued. Somehow, the hybrids had managed to overtake the facility. She heard as glass and windows were shattered and screams echoed through the halls from both predator and prey alike.

Her room had already been ransacked by both sides. The lab workers had rounded together any important information they could before hightailing it out. Then, several incoherent hybrids rampaged through the room.

She had watched on with confusion at first, but things started making sense after the door was left open for her to witness the sounds and sights of an uprising.

The man on the outside stared, unblinkingly, at her. His head tilted to the side for a moment as he observed her features—both human and hybrid. Something was different about him. He wasn’t like the usual lab-coats, but with her senses still obstructed by her prison, she couldn’t tell what exactly was different.

He walked over to the control panel and the woman tensed on instinct. Maybe he was the executioner of the facility, and he had been ordered to kill her before she could escape. It’d make sense based on his physique.

He stared down at the knobs, switches, and buttons until eventually his hand reached out, morphed into a claw, and slashed across the entire panel before shifting back to a human hand.

Her limbs were released, but at the same time, the inside of her tube was jolted with an all too familiar barrage of electricity. The zaps continuously bit at her skin and the man looked on with wide eyes before quickly slicing at another section of the panel.

The door swung open and she quickly hopped out, albeit with weak legs, and made a break for the other side of the room. He only watched in curiosity at her frightened demeanor. His large frame blocked the exit, and he slowly moved closer. He towered over her the closer he got, both because of his height and also because she cowered down lower the less the space between them became.

At this proximity, she could read the badge on his coat. Lee Hoseok. The picture showed a brightly smiling man, and the job position read “reception”. No wonder she’d never seen him down here; he wasn’t a technician, nor was he the executioner she originally assumed. But the face looking down at her did not match the one on the plastic card, and she quickly remembered the distinct difference she could sense in him.

This time, however, it wasn’t the interference of her senses that stopped her from investigating. This time, it was fear. He had moved impossibly closer, planted his hands on either side of her head and loomed above her. On instinct, she grabbed whatever she could nearby–a screwdriver–and jabbed it into his stomach.

He stumbled back, hand gripping at the handle sticking out of his abdomen. Some of his skin flickered between snake scales, animal fur, and then back to his current human form. A shapeshifter.

Some dangerous, some not, but she didn’t stick around to find out. She fled down corridors, using her hybrid senses as best she could to locate other hybrids that were escaping. Her limbs were jelly from being held in suspension for months, and her senses were quickly being overwhelmed from both underuse and the amount of scents in the air.

Blood covered some corridors, occasionally a mangled body in the midst of it. She did her best to escape, knowing if she didn’t she’d either be captured by the lab-coats or the shifter she’d stabbed. Neither were favorable.

Pain bloomed through her ankle as she tripped over something. She suspected it was probably more like someone based on the texture and sound, but she didn’t look back to find out. Large double doors appeared like a dream up ahead and she chanced a moment to catch her breath. Not too long, in fear that the loss of adrenaline would increase her pain, just a moment to allow her to conceptualize the outside world. Her freedom.

Footsteps echoed nearer, and she took off again down the hall. Her hand landed on the bar, pushing her way outside, at the same time as an unknown hand landed on her shoulder, pulling her back.

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jeonstellate · 2 years

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love is: a secret

you took extreme measures to not be found — just to be defeated by coincidence in the end.

✇༄ platonic!lee hoseok x afab!reader (ft. ex-fiancé!yoo kihyun x afab!reader)

✇༄ mafia!au, secret baby!au — kinda angst(?)

✇༄ paragraph format — 1.4K words

masterlist | love is · · · masterlist | a favor

[gif’s full credit belongs solely to its owner]

chapter five: new life

It had been almost two years since your third gamble succeeded.

Which also meant it had been almost two years since you set foot out of the country and left your connections to any mafia gangs behind.

Your life overseas, thanks to your cousin Seungcheol who ensured your incognito, had been pretty peaceful . . . and ordinary, to say the least. Not that your previous life had been anything but, considering your fiancé — ex-fiancé now — ensured that nothing really changed for you when you got together. The only difference now was the lack of fear for the inevitable — since the inevitable had disappeared from your list of main worries after you cut ties with your ex.

Within two years of your new life, you had met the new love of your life. She was an absolute gem and more than you could ever wish for, truthfully. She kept you occupied enough to not to miss whatever you left behind and single-handedly made you look forward to new experiences you could have together. She kept you grounded and often reminded you of what you had to gamble for. Needless to say, she played a vital role in how you navigated your new life.

Unfortunately, even your new love hadn’t been very effective in making you forget about your ex-fiancé — but you try to not let that bother you.

Although your cousin had arranged your new life, you didn’t exactly have his gang’s protection against any possible attacks from rivals — may they be of your ex-fiancé’s or your cousin’s. You had personally declined the offer when it was made, partly because it would be no different had you stayed. You really just wanted to forget and rid yourself of any ties to the mafia, so you only settled for a compromise that gave you a way to contact SVT just in case the need arises.

Thankfully, no situation of that sort had arrived just yet.

That was, until someone found you.

chapter six: new love

You were on vacation, then, with the love of your life. It was your first one together, too, since your schedule didn’t really give you the freedom to take leaves often.

For your first vacation stop, you decided to take her to an aquarium at the next city over. Frankly, you didn’t have the whole itinerary planned; you were fully intending to just go with the flow. However, you never expected someone from your past to be brought in by the said flow.

"[First name]?" You heard a familiar voice call your name, instantly sending chills down your spine. "Is that you?"

Your instincts told you to run away, but alas, social forms and decency forbade you to. "Hoseok," you forced yourself to turn, "it’s been a while."

"Indeed," he walked closer, then stopped at a respectable distance in front of you. "Have you been well?"

You studied his face, as you thought about whether to accept his small talk or not. "I’ve been," you replied after deeming that he was just Hoseok — not his alter ego Wonho that could potentially kill you. "What are you doing here?"

He shrugged, "Vacation. M— Business has been too much recently, especially since Minhyuk is the only one with limits now."

You knew instantly what he was referring to. You couldn’t remember who told you before, but apparently MX members tend to get more workaholic — and careless — whenever there was no one waiting for them to go back home.

"Are they off again?" You wondered out loud, pushing any thoughts about your ex aside, "Changkyun?"

"Yeah — for a few months now, actually," Hoseok confirmed. "Jooheon is single again, too."

"I see." Silence followed suit, partly because you didn’t know what else to say. It wasn’t like you didn’t believe him about meeting you coincidentally; you just didn’t trust him enough to freely give him information about your current life that MX could use to track you down later on.

"I see Hyungwon wasn’t lying, after all." Hoseok finally focused his attention on the baby carrier strapped on your front, no longer able to pretend that he was unaffected by the little human that had been trying to catch his attention. "What’s their name?"

"Kian," you supplied. "Her name’s Kian."

When you took a step forward, he took it as a signal that he was allowed to interact with your daughter. "Kian," he tested her name as he extended his hand to let her hold his fingers, "hello."

When Hoseok smiled, you began to wonder about the forbidden what would’ve been. Especially when you heard him murmur, "Kian looks a lot like her father."

chapter seven: new favor

Frankly, you haven’t prepared for a situation in which a MX member found you. You honestly thought Seungcheol had sent you far enough to avoid quick detection. Not to mention the fact that you had done everything to not create followable traces anywhere, too. If anything, you figured actual enemies, who were probably deliberately trying to find you to get back to the gangs you were unfortunately once associated with, were more likely to track you down — not MX, who Seungcheol made sure you didn’t offend business-wise.

In an event worse comes to worst, all you had vaguely planned was pleading them to spare Kian’s life. Nothing else.

Unfortunately, you never foresaw a situation in which a MX member would invite himself to your vacation with your daughter.

"If there’s a chance—" Hoseok started as you continued to walk around the aquarium, his hand protectively in front of the baby carrier he now donned. "If there’s a way you can get back together with Kihyun, would you take it?"

You looked at him like you couldn’t believe what he just asked. Had he not heard anything you just said in the past hour, when you were answering his curiosities about how and why you left? "I left for a reason."

"Yeah, but," he merely shrugged, completely ignoring the look of judgment you shot his way. "What if every reason you could possibly have to stay away disappeared? Would you get back together with Kihyun then?"

"Is that even possible?" You chuckled, "I don’t think—"

"—It’s just a what-if," Hoseok reminded you.

"No."

"No?" He echoed, not expecting the answer you had given.

"No, I wouldn’t," you repeated without hesitation. "Kihyun deserves someone who can love him without reservations — and that’s obviously not me."

Silence engulfed the two of you once more after he found no right words to follow up your earnest reply. It wasn’t suffocating, per se, partly because your conversation — as dark as it may be — was all said casually. Your eyes might’ve had sadness in them, but your voice stayed nonchalant.

"Do you still love him?" Hoseok broke the silence after a while. His eyes were glued on your daughter as she held on his finger with her fist, babbling happily and without a care in the world.

"I suppose I still do," you shrugged, not finding it difficult to admit at all. "That’s why I have to ask you for a favor."

"You want me to keep this between us," he had no trouble guessing what you were about to ask of him.

You nodded, "I want you to not tell MX that you’ve confirmed that Hyungwon was actually telling the truth when he was drunk that one time."

"You want MX to continue thinking you betrayed Kihyun?" Hoseok wanted to confirm.

"Yes," you reaffirmed, "if that’s what it takes to keep Kihyun from finding out about Kian."

You were aware of how selfish must’ve sounded to him, with you adamantly keeping Kihyun and Kian apart. However, you found yourself hardly caring: you knew, in that way, Kian — nor you — wouldn’t be used to hurt Kihyun. And really, keeping Kian and Kihyun safe was your top priority — above all else.

"I hope you’d never have the need to, but here," Hoseok eventually handed you a piece of paper with a phone number on it. "Let me protect you in this way, at least. For Kihyun."

When your day with Hoseok came to an end, your temporary bliss about meeting an old friend also ended. Sure, he had been quite persistent in the beginning about asking you details you’d rather bury deep, but he also didn’t hold back in catching you up with the core MX members’ personal lives — even if you never asked him to. Overall, having Hoseok around for a day almost made you forget the risk you just took by not pushing him away.

Thankfully, you didn’t completely lose your resolve to uphold your incognito.

Been found, you typed in the burner phone Seungcheol gave you. Relocation needed.

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star-suh · 6 months

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ALLEY-FUCK

Wonho x Male Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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venusrising91 · 3 months

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Noise Complaint

Pairing: Wonho x Male reader

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

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

Word count: 2,014 (2 pages)

T/W: aggression, physical violence

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

Short hours.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey,” you mumbled back with listless regard.

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

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

“Tired.”

He snorted. “Oh yeah, me too.”

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

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

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

“Yeah, and?”

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

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

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

“What the fuck, dude?” said Lee-ho.

“Keep it down.”

“Yeah and what if I don’t?”

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

“I have a job.”

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

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

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

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

Prick.

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

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

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

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

“Could say the same about you.”

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

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

“Or what?”

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

“What are you doing?” you whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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clouddd-hannn · 10 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What the fu—"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Good boy."

#male reader #x male reader #bottom male reader #wonho x male reader #lee hoseok x male reader #smut #wonho smut #nerd x jock

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candlewaxandp0lar0ids · 5 months

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★ Namjoon

↳ Lazy Day // fluff. domestic!AU, established relationship. 549 words

★ Jin

↳ Don't Go Baking My Heart // fluff. bakery!AU, strangers to lovers. 14.7k.

You fall in love with Kim Seokjin’s bakery after wandering into it to take advantage of the post-Valentine’s Day discount on the chocolates. Maybe it’s the owner’s bad jokes, maybe it’s the other regulars, maybe it’s the delicious pastries. Or maybe there’s something more that keeps you coming back to that shop.

★ J-Hope

↳ For the First Time (What's Past is Past) // fluff, light angst, smut. neighbors!AU, strangers to lovers. 15.7k

After your eight years relationship comes to a brutal end, you don’t really see yourself getting back into dating — ever, probably. And then, your new neighbor who has the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen needs to borrow a corkscrew, and you don’t realize it just yet, but your resolve doesn’t stand a chance.

★ Jimin

↳ Fly to my room // fluff. college!AU. 1k

↳ good for you // PWP, smut. friends with benefits!AU. 2.9k

★ Jungkook

↳ I Don't Like a Gold Rush // fluff. college!AU, strangers to lovers. 17.3k

Jungkook is the golden boy, an excellent student, the star of you college’s football team. Rumor has it, there’s simply nothing he can’t do. The same cannot be said about you, but you’ve never had an issue with that. You’re happy with your small group of friends and your lack of talent in sports. And then, Jin befriends Jungkook, and you find yourself spending a lot of time with him. Before you know it, you’ve taken an interest in him — and you’re sure you shouldn’t. There’s no way this can end well for you… right?

↳ if i can never give you peace // series. angst, eventual smut. mafia!AU, hybrid!AU, enemies to lovers, slow burn. in progress.

It starts like quite a few stories do, in your world. Girl meets boy, who happens to be a hybrid, girl buys him at an auction where hybrids are sold, boy falls in love with her, girl gets bored of him. Then it’s not so typical anymore, when the boy ends up forced into illegal fighting rings, until he makes a wrong move and the girl’s father decides he needs to be killed. Where does that leave you? Well, you’re the one who handled Jungkook’s fight and generally organized his life, and, when the girl’s father, your boss and mafia leader, tells you he wants him ‘put down’, you’re the one who has to get it done. Except, instead, you let him escape, and everything turns out fine. Until he comes back.

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★ Bang Chan

↳ all your friends are so cool, you go out every night // smut. college!AU, friends with benefits!AU, jealousy. 5k.

↳ hoodie season // tooth-rotting fluff. established relationship AU. 1.4k.

★ Lee Know

↳ when he sees me // smut, fluff, angst. neighbors!AU. 13.3k. in progress.

Interacting with others has never been easy for you, whether it is talking to them or, worse, flirting with them. As a result, relationships, but also any form of sexual interactions have always eluded you. You had no reason to think that was going to change anytime soon. And then your hot neighbor’s cat shows up in your apartment, and you think that things just might change. Even if it’s only on one front.

↳ kinda wanna throw my phone across the room // fluff. college!AU, coffee shop!AU, strangers to lovers, jealousy. 4.9k

★ Changbin

↳ wanna be you so bad // angst? college!AU, academic rivals!AU, jealousy. 4.3k

★ Hyunjin

↳ you're so gorgeous it makes me so mad // PWP, smut. college!AU, established relationship. 4.4k

↳ comparison is killing me slowly // hurt/comfort, smut. college!AU, established relationship, jealousy. 5.2k. same couple as you're so gorgeous it makes me so mad.

★ Han

↳ i'm so sick of myself // fluff, angst. college!AU, friends to lovers. 4.2k

↳ something's waiting now to pounce // angst, light horror, thriller. high school!AU, slasher!AU, friends to lovers. 6.3k.

★ Felix

↳ felix navidad // fluff, angst. christmas evel!au, strangers to lovers. 16.4k

You keep seeing Felix around. First he falls in your courtyard on Christmas Eve, then you see him hiding chocolate eggs in a park, and then he appears on the staircase behind your apartment, in the middle of the night. It’s unusual, and you have no idea what it means. What you do know, though, is that you’re absolutely fascinated by him, who he is, and the light and joy he seems to bring with him everywhere he goes. Even if you have no idea who or what he is, all that you want is to find out more — and get to spend a little more time with him.

↳ rather be anyone else // angst. college!AU, friends to lovers, jealousy. 3.7k

↳ wouldn't you like to see something strange? // angst, suggestive. urban fantasy, roommates!AU. 4k.

★ Seungmin

↳ i think i think too much // fluff, suggestive. college!AU, established relationship, jealousy. 3.7k

↳ everybody make a scene // fluff, angst (both light). coworkers!AU, convenience store!AU, friends to lovers. 4k

★ I.N.

↳ all i see are girls too good to be true // fluff, light angst. college!AU, idiots to lovers, jealousy. 3.9k

↳ take a chance and roll the dice // fluff. coworkers!AU, bar!AU. 3.7k

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yocioon · 6 months

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⠀ “i wanna feel every inch, baby.”

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐔𝐏 . . . he’s had an eye for you ever since he attended one of your dance competitions. they were low key. grounded. something only few people in town knew about, let alone even attended. yeah, sure, it was a coverup for.. other activities, but the main eye candy was you. also, your team, of course. but you were front and center for all performances, so everyone’s attention revolved around how smoothly your body moved.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the sweat beads that tainted your perfectly silky skin were incomparable to the absolute raw adrenaline rush that surged your body the moment you stepped onto that prattled and dented flooring. it wasn’t ideal, but you had to work with what you got. tossing and turning on the floor caused bruising, sure, but you made up for it by complimenting your aggression with an equally fierce look spread across your face.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀he loved every part of you. your expressions. your sharpness. your body language. your outfits. everything.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀he especially loved a specific move you did in all of your performances where you’d slowly maneuver your chest to the ground with your legs spread out on either side. then, you’d retract with your ass perked up perfectly, moving it up and down according to the beat of the song playing.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀it entranced everyone. including himself. and when he had alas got you to invite him over for a “few drinks” he was able to slip in a request he’d been dying to ask you. well, not so much as ask, per se. but with how much he had to drink, he thought he was asking you.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “ass up, just like your little trick” a simple phrase that caught you off guard, yet the alluding slurring of words that weaved its way into his speech danced around your head and caused you to listen oh so obediently.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the next few actions were a complete and utter blur. except for when his girthy erection slipped through your drenched folds with ease, a squealed moan trickling from your lips as your eyes rolled back completely. your face was slump into the pillow below you, his hand firmly engraving into the dip between your shoulder blades as he aligned his opposite hand with your waist.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀he seemed so nice when you first approached him. so gentle. so.. caring. yet, the way he was handling your body was the absolute opposite. it was rough. nasty. vile, even. though it had you creaming all over his dick like a damn popsicle. with each ass slap and feral rut he gave you, you couldn’t help but respond with a complimentary soft moan that had him going ballistic.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the way you squeezed around him so deliciously, and your sounds that send chills down his spine, had turned him into a mad man. your cunt sucked him in with pure ease, your juices entwining with one another and decorating his lower abdomen and upper thighs with crystalline liquids. the sounds of his hips bucking at yours filled the room entirely, overlapping with your cries of ecstasy.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the bruises that already littered your skin were now covered in love bites from the man, his hands grasping at your breasts so much that prints were left on them when the two of you were done. when he told you he wanted every inch of you, he sure as hell meant every damn word. you weren’t complaining, other than the fact you wouldn’t be able to move for a few days to come and your team was going to undeniably kill you for such.

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“you take me so well, precious, just like that.”

⠀⠀⠀ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

KIM NAMJOON. JUNG HOSEOK. MIN YOONGI. kim jinseok (matthew). CHOI SAN. song mingi. jeon jungkook. LEE CHAN (DINO). kim mingyu. lee hoseok (wonho). sim jake. PARK SUNGHOON. park jay. kang taehyun. yoon keeho. HWANG INTAK.

𐙚 ⠀ ˖⠀⠀ ۫ 𝓷𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 : take this and eat it. i thought of only jhope when writing it but since i didn’t specify, i leave it up to you guys to interpret. 😋🤞 nighty night

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silv3rswirls · 4 months

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Their s/o likes to play with their hair

Requests are open!

Notes: sorry this is so late anon! I took a little break from requests, but I’m so glad you enjoy my writing. I hardly ever get requests for the boys but I’m so happy when I do! 💕

Anon asks: Hi, I saw that you opened the requests for the boys from MX, I have a lot of ideas but I don't want to be a bother 😅, so I just picked the one I thought was the most adorable: Like how would they react when you pet and play with their hair? Do they get sleepy, feel calmer, or just get annoyed that you messed up their hairstyle? Lol Also, thank you so much for including Wonho in these, i miss them all together 🥹 sorry for the long text, i love your imagines💟

♡Shownu♡

While he doesn’t understand your adoration for his hair, it feels so nice when you pet through it he forms mind at all. He’s always giving you head pats in return <3 He’ll definitely fall asleep while you do it though, and oftentimes asks you to do it to help him fall asleep.

♡Minhyuk♡

He likes to wrap his arms around and lay against you as you okay with his hair. He finds it so endearing, he’ll let your hair back or draw little shapes and squiggles on your leg as you both talk for the evening.

♡Kihyun♡

He cherishes any and all affection you give him. It feels so nice to have you aimlessly playing with his hair. No matter how long you’ve been together his face always gets a little red when you do it, or just dote on him in general.

♡Hyungwon♡

He’s always ruffling your hair so you decided to do the same for him. He pretends it’s annoying and you’re messing up his hair, but you both know he loves it. He sighs in content and falls asleep fast cuddled in your lap after a long day.

♡Jooheon♡

He thinks it’s silly, but doesn’t mind. He really only wants you to do it when the two of you are in bed, talking about your days and drifting off to sleep. It’s not his favorite display of affection, but as long as you’re with him it doesn’t matter.

♡Changkyun♡

He doesn’t mind and finds it cute if you’re part. He’s known for picking at your hair and telling it around as well. It makes him feel loved and all soft, it puts his mind at ease.

♡Wonho♡

He loves any and all love you give him. He’ll lean into you, snuggling closer as you okay with his hair. It’s gentle quality time spent together. He’ll let you do whatever you want with his his hair. Gently twirl it, place tug it, twist it into little pigtails, or decorate it with your hair clips.

#monsta x x reader #monsta x reaction #monsta x reactions #monsta x imagines #monsta x fluff #shownu #son hyunwoo #lee minhyuk #yoo kihyun #chae hyungwon #lee jooheon #im changkyun #wonho #lee hoseok #wonho reaction #wonho x reader

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sotteoks · 1 year

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Fresh Meat | 🔞

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

warnings below the cut!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You and Hoseok included.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And with that, you see yourself out.

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

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

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

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

I guess the city is smaller than I thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I’m in your thoughts.

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

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

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

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

But those things could be just coincidences, right?

Vampires aren’t real.

Or are they?

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

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

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

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

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

His pants.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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apologies - wonho x reader

pairing: lee ho-seok (wonho) x reader rating: 18+ summary: He stared at you from across the table. You peered over your book but quickly looked back down at it then turned the page. Ho-seok sighed and rested his cheek on his palm before he sighed, “You can't be mad at me all day.” tags: pwp, humour, university au, smut, semi-public sex, apologies.

He stared at you from across the table. You peered over your book but quickly looked back down at it then turned the page. Ho-seok sighed and rested his cheek on his palm before he sighed, “You can't be mad at me all day.”

Your eyes flicked up to meet his dark ones, “I think I can, you're the one who always tells me how stubborn I am. You should know that by now, Lee.” Then turn the page of your textbook. At that point you weren't even really reading the book, but it was rather a performance.

He bit his bottom lip for a moment before he relaxed back in his seat, ”It's not my fault. I thought-“

You rolled your eyes, ”That's it, you weren't thinking.” You put the cup down and crossed your arms. His eyes casted to your neck where there was a necklace he gave you last month. The little gold 'h' glimmered in the low light of the library.

In all fairness, it was kind of his fault. He can't cum all over your physics notes without some repercussion. Even if it was an accident. He tapped his pen with his other hand and looked back at your face, “I'm sorry, honey.“

You whispered, ”You finished all over my notes for the entire semester. And you know that it's going to take a lot to stay on the scholarship.“ You blushed a little at saying what he did outloud.

Ho-seok didn't have to worry about much at the university you both attended. He just had to show up to football practice and play a good game, then he could stay. But you were the furthest thing for an athlete.

”But you can't ignore me all day.“You dragged him to the library early to keep you company while you tried to recover your notes. The old ones were in the bottom of a garbage bag in the dumpster behind the dorms.

What had happened was that you gave him oral at your desk the previous night. It was a warm, intimate night. Giving him oral was just the starter, but it stayed the only event of the evening. Because when he was on the edge of climax, his cock slipped out of your mouth and stood straight up as he climaxed. As a result he finished all over the notes you had scattered all over the desk. It was embarrassing for both of you, but you were beyond mortified that all of your notes were ruined.

Ho-seok promised to make up for it, he even bought you an iced coffee on your way to the school's library. He could now tell however that you were on the verge of breaking your vow of silence towards him.

You could never stay mad at him for long.

He reached across the table and took a hold of your hand, he then put it under his on the table. Those beautiful dark eyes gazed at you once more. He smiled softly, ”I mean, I could always give you motivation to study even harder. I'll even let you ruin my notes. I want everything to be okay with us.“

You sighed and flipped your hand in his and held onto it firmly, “Just be careful, please. I'm just worried about not passing, and then I'll lose the scholarship. And then I might not be able to finish my degree. Also it's not like I can tell people why my notes got ruined. It would just be too embarrassing.”

Ho-seok held onto your hand tightly for a moment before he let go and got up from his seat. He rounded the table until he was on your side and sat beside you. A strong arm was wrapped around your shoulders as he pulled you close to his side. He kissed the top of your head and smiled into your hair.

“You'll pass with flying colours, and I will be here to cheer you on.” Then kissed you again. Your eyes met once more, and you could tell he was being truthful. When you turned to face him, he leaned down and kissed you with his soft lips. You relaxed, yeah you really couldn't stay mad at him forever.

Plus if he believed in you, then maybe you could do the same. Maybe you could believe in yourself to finish your course with a good grade. You kissed him again before you put the textbook on the table. He pulled you closer and you pressed your chest up against his side as you went in for another kiss.

“If this goes any further, you might lose your career.” You said softly.

“I guess it's only fair.” His other hand gravitated to the zipper of your hoodie and he pulled it down partially to expose the low cut t-shirt underneath. He got quite the eyeful of your cleavage.

“You're insatiable.“ You joked softlybefore you got out of his arm and got up from the seat. He watched you move with a large smile on his face.

He was right behind you. He had left his letterman jacket on the table with your belongings. Thankfully everyone was too engrossed in their books and notes to notice him following you into the women's bathroom.

His heart hammered in his chest as you pulled him into the farthest stall. Before he could say anything, you pulled him into a tight kiss. You gripped onto the front of his white t-shirt and made out with him passionately.

When you pulled away, he grabbed you by the back of the head and pulled you in for another searing kiss. His other hand was placed on your hip where he rubbed at the waist of your pants. His thumb went through one of the jean loops to keep you tethered to him. The kiss eventually broke and the two of you looked into each other's eyes.

”I'm sorry for ruining your notes," he said with remorse. His cheeks were warmed, and his chest was steadily rising and falling. You knew his heart was racing with what was going to come next.

“I forgive you, Ho-seok.” You combed your fingers through his hair and smiled up at him, You pressed another kiss against his lips. You didn't have a lot of time before people got suspicious. The last thing you wanted was someone walking in on you two being intimate. You'd never hear the end of it around campus.

You pulled away, you were thankful that the stalls in the library bathroom were a little more spacious then in places like the science wing or the business building. You soon undid your pants and pulled them down to your knees.

Ho-seok admired the sight of your panties, they were nothing special. But he did know that he bought them for you because they had little bunnies on them, plus they came with a matching pair of boxers that he owned.

He reached out and grabbed you by the hips and pressed himself against you. He went down for another kiss. His heart hammered in his chest. It was a miraculous feeling, never had a girl made him feel this way before.

Soon he turned you around and made you support yourself over the back of the toilet. His hands palmed at your ass before he pulled down the panties to where your jeans were. Which were now at your ankles. He wanted to give your cheeks a good slap but the noise would draw too much attention.

He undid his jeans and pulled his cock out. He said softly, ”Don't make too much noise now.“ Then held onto your hip while he guided his cock into you. You arched your back and covered your mouth with your hand to keep you from alerting the entire library outside.

Your tight, wet heat made him hiss through his teeth as he started to settle. Usually he liked the comfort of a bed or even a desk, but he couldn't deny the feeling any longer. He wanted you. It was beyond obvious to him. Afterall, he did owe you for ruining your notes the previous night.

He shakily exhaled as he started to get a steady pace. He soon held onto both sides of your hips and continued to move. He felt your pussy clamp around him which made his heart leap into his throat. He was for sure never going to forget this moment. He saw your body shake as you tried to support yourself upwards.

He leaned in to you and kissed at your ear, ”You can do it, I got you. I promise I'll make us both feel good.“ His words were simple but assuring as he continued on the pace he was on. You felt heat rise into your face as you gripped onto the porcelain as he thrusted up into you.

”Ho-seok.” You said softly, your voice muffled by your hands. He continued to thrust up into you, he picked up speed as he wanted this to be quick. There was little room to take it slow, especially with classes about to change soon. You held onto the back of the toilet with one hand, your grip only tightened when he thrusted into you.

You moaned softly into your hand and gripped onto your mouth tightly to keep it very quiet. You sometimes hated how vocal you were in bed. The sound of sex filled the washroom air, the sounds of him fucking you in the stall as quickly as he could. He hissed through his teeth and felt sweat drip down the back of his neck.

”Honey.“

”Ho-seok .“

He buried his face into your back as he pushed himself as deep as he could go inside of you. His heart raced and his face felt flushed, with sweat beading at his temples. He felt hot all over as he continued to thrust roughly.

”That's it.“He whispered to himself as he began to pick up the pace even more. He wanted to make you orgasm just as he did last night thanks to you. He rolled his hips as he held onto yours tightly. He wanted to make sure every inch was inside of you. The feeling was amazing, it was a feeling that he couldn't put into words.You were just the perfect girlfriend.

His grip became bruising on your hips as he continued to move. You moved back and forth with each thrust, the sweat dripped down his back. For a moment he worried that he'd be soaked in sweat by the end of your activities. He exhaled deeply as he moved his hips up against your ass. His cock buried deep inside of you, almost bruising your insides.

”Ho-seok!“ You squeaked but he quickly slapped a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet.

”Shh, shh.“ He said, “We have to be quiet.” He moved his hips even faster, he knew he was close. His heart raced as he thrusted. He could feel the tightness in his stomach as he felt close to climax. He tensed his jaw to keep himself from being too loud.

It was hard to keep quiet when the sounds of sex filled the bathroom. Your nails dug into the porcelain. Your eyes rolled back as he kept his hand over your mouth. The feeling was incredible. You moaned softly into hs hand which kept your voice muffled as he fucked you.

Your pussy clenched around his cock as he kept moving in and out of you. The feeling was immense, especially in such a public setting. His pace was brutal as he felt so close to your climax and in all honesty you felt close to your own as well.

“Ho-seok.“ You said almost out of breath. And with another few hard thrusts you had climaxed around his cock. THe feeling was so intense that he climaxed too. He finished off inside of you. Your pussy squeezed every last drop out of him and left him winded.

”Honey.“ He said gently,his breathing was rapid as the two of you started to come down from your highs. He soon pulled out and got your pants back on before he took you in his arms and kissed you gently. He asked between ragged breaths, “Are we even now?”

You, also out of breath, replied, “For now, but you still have to help me with my notes.”

He smiled,“Of course. Anything for you.“ He knew he could get out of trouble with you. He just had to make you orgasm a few times. But that was so much better than the silent treatment.

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sungyoongz · 3 months

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hello! welcome to my new blog :3 my name is ozzie. i'm 18 years old and i love writing! i've been writing since 8th grade, but even then my skills haven't improved much lol i wanted to start this blog in hopes of improving and gaining more motivation for this hobby that i love ^_^ mostly i will be writing stray kids and bts imagines/drabbles. ive been a STAY since 2018 and an ARMY since 2016 :3 below i will list what i can and cannot write what i CAN write - gn!reader - m!reader - fluff - gore - hybrid au (thin ice) - all skz members - just yoongi (for now!) what i CANNOT write - f!reader - historical settings - fantasy settings (unless its hogwarts lol) - a/b/o - smut !!!!!! - poly (for now) although ive been an ARMY for awhile i stopped keeping up with them years ago so all my knowledge on how to write with them are gone. it will take me time to relearn, but ill update this post whenever i am confident in writing for a new member ^_^ please request anything you'd like to see from me!! all you have to do is send a request in the ask box with what member you'd like written, the plot/au, and any other silly little details

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bobaandasiandramas · 3 months

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I officially started writing again last night. I'm rusty and I think I need to watch Tale of the Nine Tailed again to be more in the mood of writing for The Truth Untold.

I actually wrote more for Find Rest for Your Soul than I did for TTU. Not much more, but it was definitely more.

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bunnys-kisses · 1 year

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the leatherworker - wonho/hoseok lee

rating: e (18+) reader: f summary: that’s where you came in, you were the one that the companies went to when they wanted leather goods for their idols to wear. your studio was a level higher and next door to a fabric shop but you got your leather from sellers on the other side of the city. your work felt like a painting, or a puzzle. you admired the work on the leather but figuring out how to please everyone was a mind twisting puzzle. tags: unrequited feelings, smut, angst, table sex, studio sex, riding a/n: would wonho be an american rabbit (the white ones) or an english lop (the floppy eared ones)?

you hated these meetings, you really did. watching the big wigs of the design department for the company you partnered with to decide what was going to look good on stage. upcoming tours were a big commotion.

that’s where you came in, you were the one that the companies went to when they wanted leather goods for their idols to wear. your studio was a level higher and next door to a fabric shop but you got your leather from sellers on the other side of the city. your work felt like a painting, or a puzzle. you admired the work on the leather but figuring out how to please everyone was a mind twisting puzzle.

but you had a favourite client. since going solo wonho or hoseok lee found a liking to your craftsmanship. he felt like he owed you for sitting through all these meetings. he could read on your face that you’d much rather be at your studio cutting, sewing, measuring and crafting. your worn hands were made for the creation of goods, not hastily writing down notes as it felt like everyone was talking at the same time.

“ma’am, what time is a good time for wonho to come by for measurements.”

you perked up, attention on you, “oh well. i was going to say that i could use the measurements from last time, but someone had to bulk up even more.” you pointed your pen at the man across the table.

there was laughter, hoseok smiled, he crossed his arms and his smiled remained, “well, maybe i just like making your job harder.”

you broke out into a grin. after almost two years of working together, you could get away with jokes like that. he had spent enough of his off time at your studio to be able to crack a few jokes.

“so are we looking at a complete set of a harness that goes across the chest, around the arms and then highlighting his thighs? just so i know what i’m working with. it would be a pain to buy too little of the leather.” you remarked then tapped your pen against your painted lips. you weren’t the biggest lipstick user but you couldn’t come into this meeting without looking polished like a gem.

“if it’s not enough, i could always drive you.” he remarked uncrossing his arms and leaning a little more forward in his seat.

“i’ll survive on my bus pass mr. lee.” you responded. you never knew what he saw in you, you were a foreigner with calloused hands and a skill for creating all manners of leatherwork.

the meeting continued, but hoseok seemed more interested in the way your pen pressed against your lips and as you listened intently the lid covered bottom of the pen entered your mouth.

strange, strange man that lee hoseok.

the date for a fitting was settled on next thursday, but you knew what he wanted when he showed up two hours early dressed in a tank top, baggy overcoat and jeans with that small gold chain. when people asked about he said he bought it for himself, but he knew that it was the christmas present you got for him that he never took off.

when the blinds were drawn over the windows of your studio, your back was pressed up against the table. you pulled at his jacket which he shedded as his lips never left yours. large hands on your hips as he groped your sides, pushing up the baggy t-shirt your wore.

“missed you.” he said.

“missed you too, i wish you texted more.”

he rested his cheek against your collarbone, you were now in just your bra and jeans. he wrapped his strong arms around you, “north american tours are hell. i want to do my best, which means pushing myself harder.”

“i know.” you kissed his dark hair, “and i’ll be here cheering you on.” six month together, or rather together in secret. under the guise of visiting for the custom orders. but in reality he wanted to see you.

he kissed your jaw, “let me make it up to you.” as if sending you flowers every week or sending you an uber eats order to make sure you ate, or the lengthy text messages about how close he is to just putting your face all over his socials. everyone should know about you, he said. and you told him in time, for now you didn’t want to seem like you were getting better orders because you were dating him. you didn’t want either of your works to be discounted.

he pulled you in for another searing kiss as you started to deal with his leather belt, the belt you made for him. in the process groping his bulge as you feverishly made out.

“i would like to know what kind of leather you want to use.” you teased.

his lips kissed and bit at your neck, “whatever one makes me look good. i want them all to know you made this harness for me.” he purred in your ear before his assault on your neck continued.

soon enough you were both naked and he was seated on top of your table, he pushed all your work out of the way to beckoned you to join him. you made out on his lap, straddling his waist, knees digging into the hard table. he laid back and pushed the locks out of his eyes.

dark eyes gazed up at you, he said as he face wound up when you seated yourself on his cock, “i can’t wait to show the world you’re mine my little leather maker.”

you pinned his hands above his head and looked into his eyes, “i’m a leatherworker, hoseok.” then kissed him on the cheek, “ and you’re the beauty i do up in the finest goods. i spoil you.”

he leaned up for a kiss but you pulled away. he said with his mouth hanging open, “then i should spoil you too.” he groaned as you started to move your hips up and down. your pussy engulfed his cock with the sound of slick wetness.

the table creaked a little but you were more focused on the lust in your client’s eyes as you rode him. you kept his hands over his head, it laid in the midst of your materials. it was a sight to behold to see such a beautiful man laid out amongst the leatherwork you adored.

you two continued to make out passionately as your hips moved against his, your nails dug into the skin fo his wrists as you rode yourself on him. his hard length twitched inside of you as he panted and moaned, face tensing up with every hard hit of pleasure.

“like that.” you purred.

“i like you.” he responded. i love you, he thought. your kisses moved down his chest where you left wet kisses and he prayed you’d leave a small mark. something to carry you by every day until it healed. he’d let you make him all over if it meant carrying you like that, then maybe he could tell the world about his love for you. how he wanted you more than he needed to breathe.

the sex continued, your chest pressed against his. your body jiggling with the movement of your hips, your pussy a vice around his hard cock. your walls hugged him in a sweet, slick heat as you hips moved providing the friction you both so desired.

“you’re amazing.”

“you’re amazing too.”

you’re a goddess, he thought.

i want you more than anything, you thought.

the movements picked up, the sound of sex in the large room. bodies moved together with a symphony that he never wanted to end. he loved how you felt against him, your passion, your warmth, your everything. eventually he used. a bit more of his strength and got out of your hold where he grabbed your face and cupped it. he pulled you in for a searing kiss.

his tongue slipped into your mouth as you breathing rapidly through your nose as your bodies moved together against the hard table surface. you let out a small moan as your kiss deepened. his other hand on your hip, guiding you up and down on his length.

“fucking beautiful.” he said as he pulled away from this kiss, blush seared across his skin. he groaned loudly as you rubbed just right against the right spot. both hands now on your hips as he guided you up and down faster on his cock. the pleasure for both of you left you wordless.

it was like the words were on the tip of your tongue but fell down your throat when you felt the sparks of pleasure behind your eyes. you gripped onto him, nails dug into his pecks as you rode him with such a passion.

“fuck, hoseok.” you panted, feeling the curl of pleasure tighten deep in you. you swallowed back the need to scream from the pleasure and panted wildly, losing your mind to the passions of sex on your workbench.

“yes, yes.’ he grunted as your movements continued. he leaned forward a little bit, curving his back to get closer to you but as the hit of pleasure rolled through him he rested back on the table and felt the temperature in his body rise more.

the room grew hot as time went on, your bodies moving together like horny rabbits in the middle of your studio. your hope that you weren’t going to breed like them. the thought made a chuckle bloom in your lap but it never left your mouth as you were pulled in by the shoulder for another searing kiss.

you panted and let out a series of loud quick moans in tune to every jump of your hips. eyes glazed over as you opened them and your brain felt foggy, all you could rely on was the tight vice of pleasure in your gut.

your bodies were sweaty, pleasure coursed through your veins like a drug. it wasn’t long before hoseok was joining your movements to push even deeper into you. and with a few hard hitting thrusts, his head hit hard against the table, toes curled and a strangled groan exit his lips as he orgasmed. painting you white from the inside.

you were panting as you gripped onto him, pushing yourself as far as you could onto his heavy, big cock. it pushed at your walls and stretched with as his balls hit against the back of your pussy with every hard thrust. soon enough you were moaning into the echoing room of your studio. your movements slowed down and you grip on him loosened.

you pushed your hair out of your eyes as you let out a small moan in completion. you both were in silence for a few moments to catch your breath before hoseok pulled you to his chest and held you tightly.

“please.’ he said quietly, “let me show you off to the world.”

you swallowed and responded, “why don’t we get started on which leather you want.” avoiding the question. hoseok’s grip relaxed and you were able to get out of it, slipping off the table to get your clothes.

soon he was up too, pleasure ran cold by your response. even if he couldn’t have you on his arm all the time, at least he could still feel you close in moments like that. and when you touched his body during the process of making your leatherwork.

as he gazed at you from behind, he whispered to himself, “i love you, my little leatherworker.”

xoxo, U・x・U

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