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💭💕Daddies💕💭 Monsta X OT7

Topic: Random scenarios where the reader is pregnant with one of the member's babies and simple daily interactions with them as soon-to-be fathers. Pretty fluffy.

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Shownu

Sweat dripped from his brow as he whisked the batter feverishly with a scowl on his face. A mess of eggshells, flour, and dirty utensils crowded the kitchen island and you did your best not to crack a smile as you watched your husband struggle.

He was the one who insisted on making your pancakes from scratch despite having premade mix in the cabinet.

And you were FORBIDDEN from helping him.

Not for a lack of trying though...

"Can I help you with something?" you asked for the first time since perching yourself on the kitchen island bar stool.

Hyunwoo shakes his head emphatically before shooting you a warning look through his brow.

"You can stop asking me that. That would help.." he grumbles. In the process, he splatters a goop of batter up into his face. Your eyes widen with concern and you hop down from your seat to go to him, swiping a few paper towels on the way.

Hyunwoo's crinkled features remain as one of his eyes is screwed shut and covered with pancake batter that you quickly begin wiping away.

"Hold still" you chuckle as you go to work cleaning his face and as he's slowly freed of the mess he made of himself, your husband's eyes warm as he gazed down at you softly.

You're too distracted at first to notice him looking at you the way he was. But when you did, you froze with the paper towel resting between your hand and his jawline.

"What?" you frown and Hyunwoo smirks dazedly before reaching up to caress your hand against his face.

"I just wanted to do something special for you..." he mutters.

"Both of you," he adds, resting his hand over your flat tummy.

You weren't showing at all yet but you could feel every bit of pregnant as the weeks passed. You'd been suffering horribly and had even lost some weight due to the morning sickness. So when your appetite finally returned, Hyunwoo jumped at the opportunity to feed you something he knew he couldn't screw up.

Despite him already being an exceptional cook, he wanted to make this breakfast perfect for you.

If only he knew how perfect he already was.

Wonho

You didnt think there would be such a thing as being too prepared until you got pregnant.

3 weeks out from your due date and Hoseok had everything prepared down to a T.

Every bag was packed and waiting in the car. The car seat is perfectly assembled. The baby's room is fully safety-proofed and equipped with monitors.

All of her clothes and toys had been washed and sanitized more than once and at this point, all there was left to do was have the baby.

Should be easy right?

"Hoseok....what is this?" you smirked down at the printed stack of papers you found in your overnight bag.

Your husband was in the kitchen, grasping his shaker bottle in one hand and dumping his measured supplements in with the other.

Such simple movements made the beautifully sculpted muscles in his forearms flex subtly, making you stare.

It was hard not feeling like a potato in the presence of such a specimen, now especially since he'd been training for some fitness thing. You didn't know. It was always something with him.

Wearing his favorite baggy Jordan Tee with the sleeves cut and loose gym shorts that stopped just above his knees, Hoseok turns to you. Through his glasses, he squints his eyes pointlessly to see what you were referring to.

"Oh....our birth plan," he responds casually before proceeding to twist the bottle's cap on tightly. As he begins shaking it vigorously, you approach him in the kitchen.

"Baby....this is almost 20 pages long. The birth plan I filled out was hardly a page." You furrowed your brow. Hoseok mirrored your expression briefly at your confusion, pushing back his dark brown bangs away from his forehead.

"And you thought one page would be enough..." he grunts, still shaking his bottle.

Your gaze catches on his chest muscles, noticing how they too flexed with every movement. Then you looked down at your swollen chest and vaguely wonder which one of you was bigger.

"Um....yeah. All I need them to know is that I want a vaginal birth with drugs and drugs and lots of drugs." You tear your eyes away from your husband's pecs and look up at his equally distracting face with a smile.

Hoseok smirks down at you and shakes his head. He seems satisfied with the mixture of his protein shake and pops the small drinking cap open to tip it against his lips to take a hefty sip.

As he swallowed you winced slightly at the sharp little nudges in your ribcage. You let out a tiny groan with a sharp inhale and Hoseok immediately pulls the bottle from his mouth, dribbles of his shake dripping down his chin as he set it aside. His eyes are wide with concern and his large hands instinctively touch your belly.

"What's wrong? What happened? Is it a contraction? Are they constant? Are they close? Are you.."

"Hoseok! Shut up. She's just kicking me." you interrupt him, rolling your eyes.

Seeming to feel her father's presence from deep in the womb, the baby begins kicking and squirming beneath Hoseok's hands. Though increasingly uncomfortable and unamusing for you, Hoseok's eyes sparkle with wonder and love. This huge hulk of a man with such a disciplined and organized manner is melted instantly by this tiny little human growing inside of you.

He smiles but it fades from elation to melancholy when the only thought that had been plaguing him for months makes an unwanted appearance.

"I just....want to be ready for her. You're already doing the hardest part of all of this so...I don't know. I guess I'm overcompensating. I just wanna be enough..." Hoseok admits unexpectedly.

You'd known since you both first found out you were pregnant that he was scared, but you never thought it stemmed from his doubt of himself.

You sigh.

"First of all...I don't think there is a man on this planet more prepared for this baby than you are. Secondly.." you pause to reach up and caress Hoseok's cheek, turning his head so that he could look you in the eye.

"You're more than enough. Never doubt that."

Your words seem to placate him since he only nods in response. You could tell from the shine in his eyes that he was on the brink of getting emotional, something you wished he didn't try so hard to suppress.

But you opt for not pressing an issue unnecessarily in favor of redirecting to the original topic at hand.

"Now...about this long-ass birth plan...."

Minhyuk

"Yah! Watch you're going!" Minhyuk shouts at the bike rider as he swerved around the space where you and he were walking. The city boardwalk is crowded more than usual due to the time of day and Minhyuk insisted on getting the ice cream to go because of it. But you wanted to watch the sky change colors as you enjoyed your cone with his fingers intertwined with yours lovingly.

His grip disappears when he placed his arm across your belly protectively, his venomous glare pinning the helmeted young man as he passed. You frown mid-lick at the way Minhyuk's body turns completely to watch the biker continue on his way to weave through the other pedestrians in the opposite direction.

"Fucking assholes.." he mutters, turning to face forward again. He grabs your hand instinctively and falls back into a steady stride, his expression still crinkled in a scowl. You smirked as you resumed licking your ice cream, admiring your boyfriend's attractive jawline and profile. Feeling your eyes on him, Minhyuk glances over with a frown.

"What?"

You shrug passively, shaking your head.

"Nothing..nothing...you just seem a little on edge is all.." you remark.

"On edge?? He almost hit us! I told you we should have just gone home. There are too many people out here..." he grumbles. The way his lips pouted when he fussed always made you smile and you did so freely as you shook your head again.

"Babe... there are people everywhere," you mutter dismissively as you licked the shrinking scoop.

"We can't avoid them any more than we can avoid anything else. What happened to you? You used to love the boardwalk" you shrug and Minhyuk scoffs.

"We absolutely could avoid them. And I like the boardwalk alright but not when it's so crowded and unsafe."

"Unsafe? For who?" you giggle.

"Unsafe for you! Duh...I don't know, it seems like ever since your belly started growing you just became a beacon for mishaps. A magnet for disaster. It's exhausting.." he huffs.

Your eyes couldn't roll back far enough at that. The irony was as amusing as it was annoying. Minhyuk had always been the overly adventurous type and that was part of what made you fall in love with him.

He was so funny and charismatic and spontaneous. You never knew what he was going to say or do. Especially when the two of you were alone.

But since you'd been pregnant, you sensed a shift in him.

"You act like I'm made of glass because I'm pregnant. You're not as mindful of me when we have sex..." you perk your brow, knowing fully that Minhyuk would look over at you at your bold statement. When you were sure that he was, you swiftly look away to admire the scenery, smirking mischievously like as you licked away at your dessert.

The sun was about an hour away from setting, gracing everyone in the beams of the golden hour where every complexion glowed. You especially since you were creeping into your second trimester, where your energy, appetite, and overall beauty enhanced since feeling like death a few weeks prior.

Minhyuk's eyes narrowed at you while you pointedly avoided his gaze, slurping the dribbling ice cream from the side of the cone mindlessly. Then he smiles when a less than innocent thought is sparked in his mind and he suddenly wants nothing more than to pick up the pace back to where their car was parked to get you home.

Kihyun

"Ooooh...right there. Right there...ugh yes.."

The shameless sounds of you groaning filled the family room, scattered with toys and baskets of unfolded clean laundry. Both happily abandoned by you since your husband walked in and forced you onto your back against the couch.

As your breath quickened, Kihyun only nods in acknowledgment as he obeyed your commands.

"Right there?" He exhales, quirking his brow with the question.

"Yep, there. Harder, babe. Harder. That's the spot." You nod harshly, screwing up your features in a wince as Kihyun smirked.

"Like this?" He asks, looking up at you and you nod fervently.

The tension in your expression melts away as does the stiffness in your feet, being expertly rubbed and kneaded away by your husband.

You were sprawled out on the couch with your feet resting in Kihyun's lap from where he sat opposite of you. His hands moved like a harpist over their strings, strumming away the pain and massaging the swelling down that had been torturing you for days.

Pregnancy sucks and you had no idea why you continued to put yourself through it. The discomfort and sickness were unbearable. The stress it put your body under was unimaginable. And the lasting effects it left on you physically and mentally were aggravating and inevitable.

But then you think of the joy you feel every time you look into your son's and daughter's eyes and remember it's all worth it. Especially when you watched Kihyun interact with them. He loved kids and would always joke with you about how he couldn't wait to have you at home barefoot and pregnant all the time when you first got married.

And he didnt lie.

Year two, a girl.

Year four, a boy.

And though you werent aware of this baby's gender, wanting it to be a surprise, you know one damn thing was for sure.

This baby was gonna be the LAST ONE.

No ifs, ands, or powdered infant butts. Kihyun's dream of 5 children would have to include 3 humans and a dog and a goldfish or something because this was for the birds.

You were putting your foot down this time.

Speaking of feet...

Kihyun switches his tactic and grasps the sole of your foot between both of his thumbs and forefingers. He begins pressing hard into a particular spot with his thumbs with just the right amount of pressure that has your head falling back against the propped couch pillow.

"How's that baby?"

You whimper slightly, making Kihyun smirk with accomplishment as he continued rubbing at your foot.

He got a kick out of pampering you like this, feeling like it was the least he could do since you did so much for your family as is.

Maintaining the home. Being proactive in parenting the two older children and being the supportive and patient wife that Kihyun never dreamed of having. He'd been a tad insufferable when it came to him wanting more children and you reluctantly compromised with him after deciding this would be the final pregnancy.

He'd do anything to show you his appreciation and if that meant coming home on his 2-hour lunch break just to massage your body and have some alone time while the kids were in school...

He'd happily do it every day if it meant making you smile.

Hyungwon

"I'm a fucking orca..."

Hyungwon furrows his brow as he lifted his gaze from his book. He turns his head to spot you standing in front of the body-sized mirror mounted on the wall in your bedroom, turning your body sideways to assess how you looked in the dress you planned on wearing to your cousin's wedding.

A dress you'd bought long before discovering you and your husband would be expecting. You were surprised it stretched so well over your large 7-month-old baby bump but it stopped just below the cup of your ass cheeks.

There was no way you were wearing this.

Hyungwon pushes his glasses to sit low on the bridge of his nose and he watches you spiral into despair at your changed appearance.

Sure the dress was a tad short in the back thanks to the extra ass and hips you'd acquired over the months but Hyungwon loved your body.

He couldn't get enough of touching and appreciating the curves that were brought on by carrying his son. He would tell you every second how gorgeous you still were if you didn't get so offended by it.

So he just sits quietly and weighs his options on whether or not to say anything as you brought yourself to the brink of tears.

"I'm never gonna find something cute that'll fit in time. The wedding is in a week and I look like fucking Shamu..." your chin trembled.

Hyungwon rolls his eyes as he stood, tossing both his glasses and his book on the nightstand. You were too distracted to notice his approach and you flinch in surprise when you felt him behind you.

Hyungwon was tall, hovering over you by at least 6 inches as he joined you at the mirror. Your tearful gaze locks with his as he stooped his head down to rest it against the side of yours, wrapping his long arms around your shoulders in a gentle embrace. A tiny huff escaped you, making your chin tremble and Hyungwon smiled fondly at how pitifully adorable you were. He leans back slightly to get a closer look at your body and the way the creme-colored dress stretched uncomfortably over your ass and hips, the zipper barely up halfway to the middle of your back. As he fiddled with the dangling zipper experimentally, he murmurs softly to you.

"Now baby...I'm going to say something and I want you to listen to me, ok?"

His deep voice was always so calming, even when it was hard to tell whether or not he was being serious. You nod slowly in acknowledgment.

"This dress is a little....well let's say you've outgrown it. But all isn't lost. The wedding isn't for another 7 days so that gives us plenty of time to find you a new one. A better one in fact." he suggests confidently. His sure tone irritates you a bit for some reason and you mentally stomped your foot like a child.

"Noooo...That's not enough time. And have you seen the selection in the maternity section? I'd rather chance it and wear this vs spending money on what they have to offer there."

"Why don't you just try to find the same dress, but in a bigger size. It's only tight around your bottom half...If it was just a size or two bigger..." Hyungwon begins thoughtfully and your pout deepens.

"That dress doesn't come in a size bigger than this. I looked...I'm just fat." you deadpanned. In the mirror, Hyungwon visibly struggles not to laugh at your smugness and he bites down on his smile before schooling his features to seem more engaged.

"Ok well let's just not go." he shrugs.

"We can send her our gift and tell her you weren't feeling well. You're pregnant, she'd understand."

That suggestion wasn't plausible either and you roll your eyes.

"I can't miss her wedding Wonnie. She came to ours...I have to be there. You know what? Forget it...I'll just go to the store tomorrow and try my luck with the ugly dresses in the pregnant people section and try to make it work."

The amount of disappointment and defeat in your town automatically wipes any potential smirk from Hyungwon's face immediately and he watches you begin to pull the straps of the dress over your shoulder. He steps back and looks on wordlessly as you struggled to grasp the zipper behind your back and he offers a hand.

As the zipper traveled down the line of your spine slowly, Hyungwon tilts his head as he got lost in the perfect luster of your skin.

Though this was your first baby, Hyungwon would gladly get you pregnant again and again if it mean he got to see your body change and perform the wonders it was already doing. He loved the way your breasts swelled and spilled slightly over the cups of your bra. He loved the way your hips expanded and the way it forced you to walk now. He loved the curve of your silhouette, your perfectly round belly and ass that was much bigger than it was before.

He loved to squeeze you when you slept, roving his hands over every inch of your silky smooth skin that you would allow. He was addicted to you, there was no other way to put it. Not even going into how amazing the sex was with you in this phase of life.

The distraction of the mere thought is written all over Hyungwon's face in the mirror and you raise your brow at him stalling with the zipper stopped just above your tailbone.

"Hyungwon..." you summon his attention and his sultry bedroom eyes drag over your body to stop on your reflection. He smirks mischievously before biting his lip, lifting his brows to answer.

"Hmm?.."

You smiled at his obliviously distracted expression, your drying tears seeming silly now that you were brought back into the present.

The world wasn't over. You would find a new dress and your fine ass husband would be beside you through any other minor crises that inspired your hormones to make you overreact. Looking as unphased as he was handsome every single time.

Heavy on the handsome. Tall and broad-shouldered. Lean and muscular. Pillowy soft lips and strong hands.

Damn.

Suddenly, your mood takes a drastic turn in a new direction.

Without responding to his wordless question, you finished peeling the tight dress from your body. Knowing you were completely nude underneath it, you kept your eyes on your husband's dazed face as you shimmied the garment down your thick thighs and calves until it hits the floor.

Hyungwon stares shamelessly at your body from behind, his tongue sneaking over the corner of his mouth hungrily with a smirk.

Crisis averted.

Jooheon

His hands feel warm and comforting as they glide over your protruding belly mindlessly. It was early, the sun had barely risen, and the two of you are lying comfortably in your shared bed.

Jooheon is the big spoon, a new role he'd taken up since your baby bump had grown to the point where spooning him wasn't plausible. But neither of you minded the change.

His breathing is slow and warm against your nape, his bare chest pressed against your back. Both of you are silent, apart from your breathing and you eventually drift back to sleep with the rhythm of your lover's gentle fingers strumming over your skin.

"Baby..." Jooheon whispers from behind you but you don't respond, only snoring softly as sleep reclaimed you. The sound is soothing to him, knowing that if you were still and at rest that his daughter would be wide awake.

As if to confirm what he already knew, a tiny foot presses up from within your womb. The little boop taps the center of Jooheon's palm and he smiled sleepily as he kept his hand where it was.

The baby continued to squirm and nudge through your torso, making you grumble softly in discomfort in your sleep. Jooheon takes note of your reaction and his face goes from being smitten to concern.

"Hey.." his deep voice croons softly, his authoritative tone directed at the flouncing fetus.

"Stop hurting your mama, little girl." He commands, pressing gently at the small lump sticking up from the side of your belly.

The baby recoils her little foot and seems to obey his words since he didn't feel her moving anymore as he too allowed himself to drift back into a deep and wonderful sleep.

Life is but a dream...

Changkyun

"Anything yet?" were the words you heard through the bathroom door for the third time in the past 30 seconds.

That was how long it had been since you peed on the digital pregnancy test.

Your leg bounced nervously as you sat over the lid of the toilet, holding the test in your hands and staring at the tiny results screen.

The hourglass continues to blink as your anxiety increases and Changkyun's nervous pace is all you could hear outside of your foot tapping feverishly against the bathroom floor.

"Nothing yet." were the words he heard through his side of the door in the hallway.

His work boots tapped heavily against the hardwood floors and his car keys still jingled in his pocket. He hadn't taken the time to get settled since he returned from the store with the bag full of different pregnancy tests.

The convenience store clerk tried their best to keep their expression neutral when ringing them up, surely wondering why he was buying so many. But Changkyun didn't care.

He wanted to be sure.

Thousands of thoughts rush through his head as he paced, carrying several emotions with them.

Fear. Confusion. Anxiety. Excitement.

A disconcerted combination.

The two of you had been together for a little over a year and the thought of becoming parents was terrifying. You were both so young and had so much more to experience together as a couple. How the hell was a baby going to affect that?

He had a decent job and you were fresh out of college, set to accept an offer from a good company. The money wouldn't be an issue but Changkyun couldn't help but fear what he had to contribute wouldn't be enough.

His father was absent for the majority of his life and he couldn't bear the idea of being anything like him. But he still felt doubtful of his ability to be a dad worth having.

Would he be good enough?

Would you look at him differently if he wasn't? Would he lose you?

Both of you?

The bathroom door suddenly opening nearly shocks the ghost from Changkyun's body and he freezes mid-stride at the sight of you in the doorway.

Your eyes were swollen and red from tears but your expression is blank as he approached you.

"What...what's wrong? What does it say?" he asks, his brow etched with concern. You sigh shakily before lifting the capped blue and white test to hand it to him tentatively.

Changkyun takes it and stares down at the black pixelated text on the tiny gray screen. You watched warily as his expression melted from his soft worried scowl to something less readable.

He looks up at you.

He looks back down at the test.

Then something unexpected happens.

He smiles.

"We...we're gonna have a baby?"

You nod cautiously at him, unsure of what this reaction meant.

Mainly because you'd spent that entire time in the bathroom alone telling yourself that this was it.

This would be the end of your relationship with the one man that genuinely made you feel safe. The two of you hadn't had a serious conversation about children and you knew of his complicated childhood. Changkyun was the type of man who would step up and do what was right regardless and while that should have brought you comfort, a part of you felt guilty.

Because you knew whether he wanted a baby with you or not, he would stay because his father didn't.

The conflict in your expression has Changkyun's smile faltering slowly.

"You're upset.." he states off of observation and you wanted to kick yourself for letting your thoughts read across your face.

"No!...well..maybe. I feel a lot of things, to be honest.." you stammered. Changkyun's eyes dart between your face and the pregnancy test still in his hand.

"Yeah...me too."

You kept your eyes on him, gauging his mood before responding.

"Exactly how..do you feel?" You draw out the question because you weren't sure if you really wanted to ask it.

What if he was shocked and that was why he smiled?

What if he's actually upset and just doesn't want to show it?

What if he doesn't want this to happen? What would you do?

The questions spun in your mind, triggering a pestering ache to swell in your chest.

Changkyun is quiet for a moment as he considered the words and you watched him worriedly as they gathered on his tongue.

"I feel......happy. And scared shitless. But happy. Is that...weird?" He asks.

That was when you smiled despite the tears in your eyes. Damn hormones were already kicking your ass. You shake your head emphatically at his question, a small wave of relief washing over you.

"It's not weird. I honestly feel the same way..shocked even. So...you're not upset?"

"No! Babe, why would you think I'd be upset?" He asks and you shrug your shoulders, already feeling weepy again.

"I don't know...maybe because this is unexpected and the timing isn't really ideal for either of us. You're working hard and I haven't started working yet myself. Our apartment isn't big enough and we barely have room for our stuff..." you were beginning to ramble, wiping tears mindlessly as they fell.

"We never talked about this seriously and I'm not even sure this is something you want with me. And we had plans to do so much...I just feel guilty and stupid for letting this happen.."

Changkyun lets you talk until your emotions jumble the words too much to understand and he sighs as he reaches out to cup your cheek.

"Hey, look at me." He coaxes and you go silent, sniffling aside, and look him straight in the eye.

"That's what you're worried about? Me not wanting this baby with you? Seriously?"

You weren't sure how to respond with words so you merely shrugged sullenly.

Changkyun rolls his eyes and pulls you into him, forcing you to bury your face into his chest. He was warm and smelled heavenly as usual even though he was fresh off from work.

He keeps the pregnancy test tucked between his fingers as he held you tightly in his embrace, resting his cheek against your forehead.

"And here I was worried that you would feel that way about me...." He murmurs.

You huffed and sniffled against his heartbeat, squeezing him with your arms wrapped around his waist.

"I can't imagine myself having a baby with anyone else Kyunie..." you manage to say after a beat and Changkyun smiles against your skin. He lifts his head to plant a kiss on your hairline then pulls back to grab you by the cheeks, effectively pouting your lips for him to kiss.

The smooch was sweet and chaste, but just enough to have your eyes fluttering slightly. When the blur of your tears is blinked away, you find Changkyun's gorgeous features inches from yours.

"Good. So let's both make a pact right now to stop doubting each other's dedication to the other and start changing some of our plans, ok?" He lifts his brows in expectance of your answer. Instantly the pain in your chest fades and the meaning behind the newly sprung tears changes.

You nod up at him and smile warmly.

"Ok."

A/N: Awww, that was fun to write. I hope yall enjoy them a lil in between the hard hitting smutty stuff. I'll most likely do more of these if the scenarios come to mind. Feel free to suggest any if you'd like.

#monsta x imagines #monsta x #shownu #hyunwoo #wonho #changkyun #hyungwon #minhyuk #kihyun #jooheon

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stardragongalaxy · 11 months

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Library of Illusion event

Title: Wind Protector

Wc: 1.2k

Pairing: Deity!Yeosang x fighter!reader

Au/trope/genre: Established relationship, Mortal Kombat inspired, Fantasy, Fluff, Angst. Non idol au

Warnings: Some violence, injuries, blood warning, 18+, MDNI, anything else I missed, let me know.

AN: I'm still putting this as 18+ to be on the safe side of things as it connects to this event and anything that can make people squeamish. I also rushed, I feel, so I apologize for that 🙈🙈

This is no true way true representation of the idols mentioned.

Do not re-upload, translate, plagarize, or steal my works. I only post on Tumblr. Thank you!

Taglist: @abiaswreck @kitten4sannie @anyamaris @drunk-on-hwa @cultofdionysusnet @sanjoongie @kwanisms @yoonguurt @thelargefrye

A purplish pink orb sparkling almost like glitter caught your eye. Figuring this was the next destination, you walked closer remembering this was the fantasy section's coloration. Putting your hands together, you reached out slowly seeing the orb being shy unlike the first one, observing its motions. It moved slowly, seemingly to explore your hands, taking refuge after bouncing into your palms glowing brighter with the book taking you to the next destination.

Upon hearing the faint sound of the end of a fight. You slowly open your eyes, blinking a few times, taking in your current surroundings. Sounds of chains rattling next to you woke you with widened eyes. The ends are entangled inside a cage that you currently inhabited. Heart hammering in your chest, looking beyond the cage, seeing a castle that wasn't far off and a variety of statues with torches being the only light sources. Dystopian in nature, you had enough room however to stand up.

"You're awake" Turning quickly to the source, you looked at the figure, a male sporting black hair, glowing tattoos, and a fighter's outfit with a sword at his side. Your heart hammers in your chest wondering if he's an ally or enemy. The male takes your actions seeing your growing panic. "Your team has been searching for you as has my brother and I. Stand back, I need to get you free" Explaining to you. Trusting his word, you take a step back watching him carefully. The male lifts his hand, watching as his eyes and tattoos glow brighter, using an attack that breaks the locks and unhinged the door, half hanging off. Taking steps forward, his glow recedes back to his brown eyes and light tattoos on his beautiful skin, pulling the door off tossing it aside with a low grunt. You awe at the sight while he gets the chains off, checking you over for injuries.

"Who are you and where is the team?" You question firmly while he finishes seeing a few injuries, but nothing severe. "Yeosang, guardian of Earthrealm and over you. Your team and my brother are still on a mission searching on who took you"

"Then you.." You were interrupted as he finished your sentence "Fought to find you" You nodded before a banshee-like scream sounded around you both. Yeosang gave no time gripping your wrist, creating a portal, and rushed with you through it.

Upon arrival, being near the door, you saw a home surrounded by nothing but forest and clouds. "This is my place" Yeosang explained, opening the door letting you step inside first then closing it afterwards. "No one will find us here for the time being. Please relax and make yourself at home" Adding, setting his weapon to the wall. "Hungry?" He questions watching as you nod. He nods heading through the house to make something for you.

You walked around, taking a seat, finding another journal in sight on a desk. Seeing the familiar insignia, you opened it to begin reading. What you found out made memories flash back to your team consisting of BM, Wonho, J.Seph, Jiwoo, and Somin that the enemy separated you from before being taken. You closed the journal seeing how it made sense now, but a detail caught your attention that was unseen before. Scratches on the lower edge that looked strange in another language, much like an insignia. Rubbing your fingers over it slowly in curiosity caused you to flinch, dropping the journal on the floor. You looked down, seeing cuts across your fingers, bleeding slightly, hissing from the pain holding it close. Yeosang came back just in time to see you faint from dizziness. His heart picked up speed running to your side catching you before you hit the ground. Checking quickly, he saw your cut fingers then at the journal. Specks of red and gold blood caught his eye. Moving quickly, he took you to his bed to clean and wrap up the injuries, taking care of you.

Being out for a week really took its toll on your body. Yeosang kept a close eye on you, especially in a feverish state, while getting any answers he could to what was going on. Sitting down beside you, Yeosang looked over your now tattooed skin that spread from your own wounds, now akin to his own on your lower arm. Lifting your hand, he kissed the nearly healed wounds, wrapped gently by his own hand that you felt, allowing your awakening. You groaned, waking up, feeling sore.

"My deity, you're finally awake" Yeosang spoke with relief, caressing your hand letting you adjust after sitting up, watching your confused expression. "You've been out for a week. I worried you wouldn't recover"

"A week! I…" You stopped remembering the journal and the wounds as the last things. Looking down between your hands, as much as you felt at ease with Yeosang presence overall. Seeing the new tattoo that was etched in your skin, you moved your hands together, but something felt strange.

A banshee-like scream sounded outside, putting Yeosang on full alert with you. No time to waste, Yeo pulled the covers off you, pulling you onto his back, having you wrap your limbs around his neck and waist. "They found us. We need to leave now!"

"Why are they after us?" You ask, feeling your hammering heart in your chest. He holds you tighter, grabbing his sword putting it to his hip, and another item, heading out another way. Yeosang raised his hand to level with face, raising two fingers, glowing with his power, creating a tornado for distraction. "They want to control you and I, as your lover, am in the way!" He exclaims over the winds of the tornado, creating a portal from the cover. He runs quickly with you through it, throwing you both back to the mirror realm with you in Yeosang's arms instead. Both of you are relieved while he helps you up, kissing your head. "Back to safety" he begins holding up the insignia with the scratches "and another trial won" he adds with a victorious smile.

You pull back looking at it then nodding to Yeosang with a relieved smile. He kisses your forehead one last time "Come visit again" He heads off towards the mirror with the emblem in hand making it the second to the collection. Seonghwa moves enough to let Yeosang pass then moves back looking at you.

"I see you doing well so far in the trials" Seonghwa says, keeping his calm demeanor, moving his hands behind his back, keeping eye contact with you. He tilts his head slightly speaking before you have a chance "Don't fall into anything carelessly. It's still early and I would rather see your success. Now, go to your next trial"

You nod, keeping these words in mind. You moved back to the remaining books. Looking down at your hand, you saw no marks from the book from what light sources remain so far. Taking a deep breath in and out, you look upon the remaining books, deciding where to go next.

#ateez #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #18+#blood tw #ateez angst #library of illusion event #cultofdionysusnet #kang yeosang x reader

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sopestvr · 1 year

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀† ABOUT THE WRITER !

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XANJYL⠀or⠀BTS RAPLINE’s #1 STAN (CANON)⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀✶ nineteen. he!xe. boricua. your stereotypical mean lesbian !

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⠀⠀⠀“ my name? mf there’s too many, next question. ”

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ wattpad † tiktok † instagram

♱⠀PRIVADO⠀ᵎᵎ

VENOM⠀⟡⠀benji. evren. venix. yociel. czar. certified milf pursuer. graphic designer. born n raised new yorker. aspiring sugar momma. miles morales’ cousin. hobie brown’s unprovoked sidekick. professional makima & himeno hater. irl gwenpool. venom realest best friend. ava ayala in the flesh. diagnosed bpd pill popper. keeho’s secret bsf. ricky’s boss baby. yunjin’s needy.

BLOG⠀⟡⠀is for hispanic/latines that never see themselves in either oc's or readers, mainly because they’re always white and don't have culture. it is also for my tall chica’s who never get representation in media, aside from the tall girl movie where they weaponized her height until the last 30 mins of that god forsaken film. so bienvenidos mis amores.

♱⠀MI VIDAS⠀ᵎᵎ

TWIZZY’S⠀⟡⠀hobie brown. nagi seishiro. katsuki bakugo. keiji akaashi. yuuji itadori. maki zenin. ava ayala. america chavez. aña corazón. miles morales. shoyo hinata. takemichi hanegaki. hinata tachibana. denji hayakawa. chigiri hyoma.

MIS QUERIDAS⠀⟡⠀adri. mia. mula. lin. via. aster. riah. zeph. amy. cori. zayi. lulu. anahi. bri. naomi. mars. raj. dawn. rissy. sol.

REPLAY⠀⟡⠀chief keef. yeat. kanii. lijay. koto. odetari. cade clair. ken carson. playboi carti. a boogie. d4vd. ice spice. kendrick lamar. lil uzi vert. 2pac. biggie. labrinth. joji. monaleo. flomilli. glorilla. megan thee stallion. kehlani. young ma. ski mask the slump god. kali uchis. melanie martinez. mitski. rae sremmurd. bad bunny. daddy yankee. pierce the veil. zion & lennox. hector & tito. selena. baby metal. bts. e’last. piwon. ateez. txt. le sserafim. new jeans. xdinary heroes. onlyoneof. wonho. jiae. zb1. insane clown posse.

♱⠀PREFERIDO⠀ᵎᵎ

ANIMANGAS⠀⟡⠀attack on titan. god of high school. jujutsu kaisen. classroom of the elite. soul eater. chainsaw man. blue lock. gangsta. tokyo revengers. haikyuu. demon slayer. death note. hunter x hunter. sailor moon. angels of death.

COMFORT LOSERS⠀⟡⠀venom. miles morales. takemichi hanegaki. michael afton. yuuji itadori. denji hayakawa. suzune horikita. mikasa ackerman. mori jin. black star. meguru bachira. nicolas brown. aran ojiro. suma uzui. misa amane. killua zoldyck. usagi tsukino. isaac foster. katsuki bakugo.

♱⠀ESCRIBE⠀ᵎᵎ

BASICS⠀⟡⠀i always write tall (6'2), indigenous taíno puerto rican oc's for my stories. only time i won't is when a request specifically asks for an unlabeled reader, or a specific type of reader that doesn't correlate with my typical one.

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lunar-girl-fic · 3 years

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Perfect Girl~ Wonho Oneshot

Warning: Suggestive, mention of dying?

Y/N POV

Word Count: 1591

Wonho x female reader

Disclaimer: The picture used is NOT MINE. I found it on instagram from the artist @bre.lexis. You guys should totally check out her art. It’s my favorite ambw art :).

A/N: I based this one shot based off a dream I had the other day. It felt so freaking real like I even felt the kiss and for some reason that only happens when I dream about him and I. Some scenes were added but this pretty much how my dream went. I wasn’t able to find a photo that matched how I imagined Wonho and a brown girl. In the dream he was literally the same size as he is now and he was wearing that orange shirt from is live the other day... Anyways I hope you all enjoy!

It was a rainy Friday night. You had just left your coworkers at the restaurant you guys went to to celebrate the assistant principals birthday. You called an Uber to get home. Normally you would walk but you weren't in the mood to be catching a cold. The ride home wasn't too long since you obviously lived close by.

When you arrived you thanked the driver and exited the vehicle quickly. However, no matter how fast you ran to the building you still ended up getting soaked. As if it couldn’t get any worse, the elevator in your complex wasn't working so you had to prolong your torture by taking the stairs.

You finally reached your apartment and immediately took your shoes off and headed for your bathroom. You put your clothes on a drying rack over your toilet. You turned the water on to the hottest setting and got in. The warmth of the water was welcomed and washed away most of the stress you've been feeling with work. But stress from the absence of your boyfriend of 4 years didn't go away. It wasn't as if he was in some far away place where you couldn't see or contact him. No, the problem was he was so busy with his comeback that he did not have much time to call you much less visit you due to conflicting scheduling.

At first, you didn't have much of a problem with it since you knew how important his career was to him. But it has been two months and the separation was starting to get to you. Even though you knew you shouldn't complain being lucky enough to even have a man as sweet as him, you were only a human in need of the touch of her boyfriend.

After you got out the shower you put on some mango butter to attempt to smell good while moisturizing and let your curls fall freely. You grabbed a pair of grey sweatpants and put on the smallest sized hoodie Wonho owned. Being thankful he left this one behind since his others would've had you swimming in it.

You left your room and went to the kitchen to make a cup of calming jasmine tea (can you tell I've been watching atla alot hehehe). As the tea was boiling you gathered your students papers from your work bag and placed them on your coffee table. You turned the TV on and scrolled through the options. Finally settling on the 90s batman animated series as background noise.

You went back into the kitchen and poured the tea in your favorite mug. On the way to the living room you grabbed your phone just in case he called you. He may not have called you in the past week but who knows maybe today would be your lucky day.

Time went by smoothly. Surprisingly grading he papers wasn't too difficult since your students actually followed directions. Since it was easy to grade you decided to raise the volume of the TV and pay more attention to the plot of the episode. You were just about to finish grading the last paper when your phone started to ring. Had it not been on vibrate mode you would have never known it was ringing. When you looked at the caller ID your heart went pitter patter. It was Wonho. You obviously picked up the phone immediately with a joyful tone.

"Hey babe! How have you been? How's comeback? How does your shoulder feel? Are you eating properly"

"Well hello to you too baby, and to answer your questions good, good, good and of course!"

"Well that's good. It's been awhile and I was beginning to worry you forgot I existed."

"How can I forget about the shining light of my life."

"I mean with all those beautiful girls around you everyday it's not hard to think you might forget about an average girl like me."

"You're right."

"Wha- WONHO!"

You heard him laughing and knew that he did that just to get a reaction out of you.

"You know I would never. You're the only girl I have my eyes on."

"Hmph could've fooled me. Don't worry I already got my eyes set on another man." You said jokingly.

"Ya! I was joking."

"I know you dork."

There was a comfortable silence after you guys finished laughing.

"When do you think we'll be able to hang out?"

"Soon, I'm hoping. Everything is just so crazy that I barely have time to focus on taking care of myself. I'm honestly so sorry for not being able to call you. You must think I don't love you anymore."

"Wonho, I know I signed up for this when I first started dating you. You don't have to feel guilty for something you can't really control." You said trying to lighten the mood.

" I know it's just that I- I... I just want you to know that. (In Korean) I am the luckiest man in the world. I know you probably think I take you for granted but the truth is I could never love another girl like I love you. You said that you think I can forget about you easily an quite possibly leave you for another girl? When in reality everyday I worry you might just give up waiting for me an find another guy to replace me. You're my driving force in life. I don't know what I would do without you. I love you so much baby girl that I can't even find the right words to describe how much."

"...You know I hate you. I'm pretty sure you probably said the most beautiful words I will ever hear but I guess I will never know considering you just said it ALL IN KOREAN. Babe you know I'm not hat fluent. Now can you please tell me what you said again." You whined.

He chuckled, "I said, I am the luckiest man in the world. I know you probably think- ah forget it. You're making it so hard to surprise you."

"What? How? And what surprise are you talking about?"

"Turn around."

You quickly turned around almost giving yourself whiplash and that's when you saw your man standing there with a smile on his face and his arms opened wide.

"IT'S YOU!! YOU'RE HERE!!!" You said as you ran to him and jumped on him instantly grabbing his head to pull him in for a kiss. You almost cried tears of joys feeling his lips on yours after not being able to even touch in in 2 months.

You pulled away having the need to catch your breath. But you were still cupping his face with your hands, staring lovingly into his eyes. Eventually you went back in for another kiss but jumped at the sound of an explosion that happened in the show you were watching almost falling out of his grip. Wonho laughed at you while he gently placed you down so he wouldn't accidentally drop you.

"Heeeyyyy, why are you laughing? I could've died." You said while pouting.

"Sorry jagiya, you're just so cute I couldn't help it."

"Hmph. Nice to know you think me almost dying is cute."

"Dying? I'm pretty sure falling from that height wouldn't have killed you." He said amused.

"You don't know that. What if when I fell, I could have broken a bone and punctured an important organ and potentially bleed out."

"That sounds highly unlikely."

"Since when dud you become a medical doctor."

"Since the moment I started dating you. With the amount of times I've had to take care of you because of how clumsy you are, I'm pretty sure I can get a medical degree easily."

"YA! I'M NOT THAT CLUMSY."

"If you say sooo."

You and Wonho couldn't help but laugh at the silliness of your conversation. However while you were still laughing, Wonho stopped to stare at you. The love he felt for you overwhelmed him in this moment. He wasn't sure if it it was because he hasn't seen you in awhile or if it was something else but all knew was he just realized how perfect you are. You noticed the look and asked what was wrong.

"Why are you so perfect?"

"I mean perfect isn't the word I would use to describe myself..."

"I mean it baby, what did I do to deserve you?"

"Hmmm believe it or not all you did was be yourself. I tired of guys who were fake and trying to be something they thought I wanted. You are the only guy I met who was himself and that's all I can ask for. Plus your really good looking."

"I do look good, don’t I?"

"You're supposed to say thank you, you ungrateful little-"

"Just kidding." He said as he put his hands up defensively.

"I'm still waiting."

Instead of answering you, he grabbed your face and pulled you in for a passionate kiss, burying his fingers in your curls.

.After 2 minutes you both pulled apart to catch your breath.

"How was that for a thank you?"

"Hmmm I think you have to do that again to make it a proper thanks."

"I can think of a better way that involves a bed and less clothes." He said as he picked you up and carried a flustered you to your bedroom. And lets just say that by the end of the night you he was able to show you just how thankful he is.

#monsta x #monsta x angst #monsta x smut #monsta x fluff #monsta x wonho #wonho smut #wonho angst #wonho fluff #wonho x reader #curly girl #wonho x brown reader #brown girl

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chemiechemiechemie · 6 years

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˗ˏˋ monsta x moodboards: hoseok as your bf

。comedy saturdays

。adores your nephew and enjoys playing with him

。laughs to every joke of yours

。lame skype flirting

。personal hairstylist

。sings you to sleep

#monsta x #몬스타엑스 #monsta x aesthetic #monsta x edits #monstaxedits #wonho #shin hoseok #hoseok monsta x #wonho monsta x #monsta x moodboard #monsta x au #kpop edits #monsta x reactions #monsta x scenarios #wonho x reader #wonho x you #wonho scenarios #pastel #brown

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bts-trash-blog · 2 years

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Morning Kisses~Wonho

Summary: Mornings in bed with Wonho

Pairing: Hoseok(Wonho)x Reader

An: Something short and sweet

The feeling of fingers running up and down the skin of your arm made you humm softly as your eyes peel open,peeking behind you. His brown eyes were on his phone that was raised above his head, his opposite arm was across his chest where his hand was resting against you. He looked a bit uncomfortable though he also seems a bit absent minded. His black hair was softly falling into his eyes as you let out a soft yawn, rolling over making him grunt as his phone dropped against his chest as he looked at you and gave you a soft small smile.

“Morning baby.” He mumbles, making you move his large arm up and slid yourself under it, your ear pressing against his chest as his nose nudges into your hair. Taking a deep breath in as you feel his lips pressing against the crown of your head. “You sleepy baby.” His words were teasing as you lifted your head up off his chest as you looked at him and pushed yourself up. One hand pressed against his chest as the other rested next to his head. Your face hovering over his as he looks at your with wide eyes as he huffed at your making you giggle as you lean down and press your lips to the tip of his nose, his eyelids slightly falling as you lift up and press another kiss to his cheek, then to his other one. A slight whine passes his lips as one of his hands moves to your side as you press soft and slow kisses along his face. His fingers pressing into your skin, your body slightly flinching as you feel him pull on your night shirt as your lips finally land on the edge of his making him huff. “Stop teasing.” His whined loudly making you giggle as you finally pressed your lips fully against his making his other hand move to your jaw. His fingers pulling at your top making you fall down on top of him.“Your breath stinks.” You grumble pulling back making him roll his eyes as his fingers at your sides pinch suddenly making you yelp as you roll off of him and sit up.

“Do you think yours is any better?” You huff, arms crossing as you bring your knees up to your chest as you reach for your phone. A hand reaching forward to grab your arm as he let out a whine, his lips pressing against your skin.

“No wait, come back.” He mutters into your skin, it has you looking down as his large brown eyes stare up at you. A pleading look on his face as you huff as he moves and presses his lips back to yours. “Haven’t had all my morning kisses yet.” His words are muffled by your lips as your hand wraps around the back of his neck making him smile against you. What a perfect start to the morning.

#wonho smut #wonho fluff #wonho x reader #wonho angst #wonho scenarios #wonho fanfiction #wonho imagines

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yuta-senpai · 3 years

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My Incubus | Wonho

- Pairing: Incubus Wonho x Female reader

- Genre: Smut

- Warnings: Summoning and making a deal with a demon, size kink, baby girl/ daddy, oral male and female receiving,

- Word count: 1.6K

You stood right outside the pentagram chanting words in Latin. As the spell came to an end the candles at each point of the pentagram went out making it completely dark in your bedroom. You froze unsure of what to do. A cold breeze could be felt and the candles slowly relit. You looked up to see a gorgeous man standing in the middle of the pentagram. His hair was a dark brown, and his outfit was solid black minus the chain connected to his belt and the light glow against his leather pants. His very prominent muscles showed clearly.

He smirked, "Like what you see?"

You nodded, "Yes I do."

"My name is Wonho. Why did you call upon me? Most people don't ask for an incubus."

You bit your lip, "I'm lonely and I figured an Incubus could help with that."

"Oh baby girl, you can't even imagine the ways I will help you."

He stopped and smirked, "But it comes at a cost."

"What is the cost?"

"You will bear my child, and in turn, I shall make sure you aren't lonely. After my first seed is released, once a week you will have an insatiable craving to feel me inside of you, and when that time comes I will make sure to please you."

"So my payment is a child and the need to feel you?"

He nodded his head, "That is it."

You bit your lip, "I agree."

He reached his hand out towards you, and you grabbed it. He stepped out of the pentagram and kissed you passionately. Pulling away he smirked, "The deal has been sealed."

Now that he was closer you really could see just how undeniably hot he was. He looked like a perfectly sculpted Greek god. If going to hell means we must sin, then devilish men must be beautiful enough to tempt you into sinning and this man could make you do anything.

He licked his lips, "You are very beautiful. Why did you have to call upon a demon to please you?"

You smirked, "I figured only a demon could offer me what I needed and by the looks of it you will offer me exactly what I want."

He pulled you forward by your chin and leaned down to your ear. He ran his tongue around the outside of your ear and then bit down. You whimpered and he gripped your ass with his other hand. "I will offer you everything you have ever wanted and more. Your wildest fantasies will be fulfilled with me."

You shivered under his touch, his hand was cold yet warm at the same time.

He growled lowly in your ear, "Baby girl. You are making me hard without even doing anything. Feel."

He grabbed your hand and placed it on the very prominent bulge in his pants. A deep groan left his lips, "Fuck."

He was thick and long, "Wonho you are so big."

He licked his lips, "Of course I am. A sex demon better be large in the pants."

You gripped his bulge tighter and his dick twitched under your hand.

"On your knees."

You looked up at him shocked, "What?"

He gripped your hair and pulled you so you were looking into his eyes, "On your knees baby girl. Daddy wants your lips wrapped around his cock."

He let go of your hair as you slid down to your knees in front of him. You watched as he undid his pants, and pulled out his very large cock. You gulped nervously, unsure of if it would even fit in your mouth.

You wrapped your right hand at the base and your left hand above that, taking the tip into your mouth. Your mouth was stretched by just the tip as he had a lot of girth. You took him back until your lips touched your hand. He groaned and gripped your hair tighter. "Fuck baby girl. Daddy wants to face fuck you."

He used your hair to hold you still as he thrust in and out of your mouth quickly. You struggled to breathe, and tears welled in your eyes.

He thrust faster and groaned as he released into your throat.

"Swallow that all up baby girl and then show me."

You swallowed all of it and opened your mouth showing him it was all gone.

He smirked, "You are such a good girl. I think it's your turn now."

He picked you and threw you over his shoulder. He smacked your ass since it was right by his face.

Walking over to your bed he threw you down roughly and you slightly bounced.

He crawled over you, hovering as he looked at you with hungry eyes. "One thing you will learn baby girl is that if you please me I will always reciprocate."

He snapped his fingers and your shirt and bra were suddenly gone.

You gasped, "What the hell?"

He smirked, "That's called magic baby girl."

He kissed down between your breasts and over your stomach. When you reached the hem of your pants he looked up at you, biting down on your pants he growled.

He slowly slid your pants off leaving you just in your underwear. He grabbed the bottom of your thighs and spread your legs. Leaning forward he kissed your clothed core, "You smell fantastic, I can't wait to taste."

He grabbed the hem of your underwear with his teeth and pulled until they were fully off, leaving you exposed to him.

He hovered over your core and blew against it causing you to fidget and bite your finger. You felt self-conscious about your body right now and you blushed as he looked at you with such hunger.

He looked in your eyes as he leaned down and placed a kiss on your clit.

He spread your legs out farther as he ran his tongue from the core to your clit. "Mmm baby you taste amazing."

You blushed even harder, "Don't be self-conscious baby girl. You are perfect."

He smirked against your core as his tongue swirled around softly against your clit. He was teasing you, "Ahh daddy, please give me more."

You gripped his hair, and he growled. "No touching baby girl."

He stiffened his tongue making your body shake with each flick of his tongue. He moved so slowly, not rushing. He sucked your clit into his mouth and kissed it, and then licked. You whimpered and moaned fidgeting under him.

He suddenly flicked his tongue fast making your body jolt, he placed his hand on your stomach holding you down, your legs still spread wide for him.

You bit your finger as you tried to hold your moans.

"Don't hold those beautiful moans in baby girl."

He started moving even faster, he slid a finger inside of you curled it up immediately finding the perfect bundle of nerves.

You moaned and tried to arch your back but he held you flat against the bed. Your legs shook and your chest heaved up and down, you gripped the sheets tightly the coiling tightness building inside of you. He added another finger and rubbed against your spot harder sending you over the edge.

A gasping moan left your lips as you shook from the pleasure.

Once you came down from the high you looked up at him, your eyes hooded from tiredness due to the intense orgasm. He pulled his fingers out of you and licked them clean.

"That was sexy as hell baby girl. You are very responsive to my touch which is fun."

He sat up on his knees and took his shirt off, and slid his pants off all of the way fully exposing himself. He was very muscular, and you got embarrassed again.

He hovered over you, "Baby girl no need to be nervous, this isn't your first time right?"

You hid your face from his intense gaze, "No. It's just that you are intimidatingly perfect."

You chuckled and smiled, "You know incubus only will come when summoned if the girl summoning them is beautiful. We have high tastes you know, so you are very beautiful."

You bit your lip, "Why is it that a demon is so sweet?"

He grabbed your legs and placed them over his shoulders as he lined himself up with your core.

"We aren't all bad." He slowly slid himself into you, his dick stretching you out. You wrapped your arms around him, your nails digging into his skin.

He moaned lowly as he finally sunk all the way into you.

You relaxed as you got used to the stretch. "I'm gonna start moving is that okay baby girl?"

"Yes, daddy."

He smirked and connected his lips with yours as he slowly slid out and then thrust back in quickly. He continued at a torturously slow pace not ever moving very quickly.

"Daddy, faster please."

He leaned back gripping underneath your thighs, bending you almost in half. He started thrusting quickly, your body bouncing with each thrust. He moved his hands to your waist as he thrust into you at a very inhuman pace.

Your moans came out strangled and desperate, the pleasure you were feeling was overwhelming. Your mind was clouded with lust.

His eyes turned full black as he groaned and neared his high. You looked at him shocked, but your brain was too clouded to think much about it.

You arched your back and moaned as you started tightening, "D-daddy. I-I'm gonna cum."

He growled out in a dark voice, "Cum baby girl."

The way he said it sent electric shocks through your entire body, you orgasmed so intense a moan couldn't even escape your lips, and you blacked out.

You woke up a bit later to see a sympathetic clothed Wonho next to you. "I'm sorry Y/N, I got carried away."

You smiled and placed your hand on his face. "That was the best orgasm I have ever had. Thank you."

He smiled and kissed your hand, "I will see you next week baby girl."

He snapped and disappeared leaving you to laying there already desperate for his touch.

#knet-bakery #knetbakery #wonho #wonho smut #wonho imagines #wonho scenarios #wonho x reader

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bteezxyewriter12 · 3 years

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Treat You Better

🌟New Fic Alert 🌟

Series Teaser

Pairing- Jungkook x Named Reader

Genre/Au- Angst, Fluff, Smut

Rating- PG to NSFW- Depends on Chapter

Includes- Slow Burn, Cheating, Arguments, Sex, Oral, Romance, Semi Public Sex

Teaser Word Count- 577

Summary- Jungkook is in love with Jin's best friend. The problem? She has a boyfriend. An idol boyfriend. Who cheats on her all the time but she still stays. He knows he can treat her so much better than he ever could. The question is will she let him?

Release Date- October 27th

Notes-💓👍🏻Joanne = y/n

Yes I use the same name for the female character for every story. I'm that lazy. And I don't like writing in the "you" style. Saw this name and liked it so here it is. Joanne is not the same character in every story....that'd be weird

I've read that some people are uncomfortable with y/n and would rather have an actual name. It's also easier for using nicknames in the stories. Feel free to substitute your name and attributes instead of the character's, since it's meant to be you💓👍🏻

Notes 2- The cheating bf is Wonho from Monsta X. I don't know his personality and I just used him because he's popular and I know who he is. My fic in no way represents him or how he is in real life.

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"What's wrong Jo?" I ask

She's looking at her phone and she looks like she's trying to not cry by biting on her lip piercings.

I mean I know what's wrong

It's what's always wrong when she has that look on her face or she's crying

Her boyfriend

Wonho, from Monsta X

"Nothing Kookie", she says, putting her phone down and forcing a smile.

"What did he do now?" I ask

I don't like him

At all

And it has nothing to do with how I feel about her

It has everything to do with how he treats her

I'm in love with her

Have been since I was sixteen, when Jin introduced her to us

She's older than me but I could care less.

I'm twenty four now and she's twenty nine but age doesn't matter to me, not with her

She's completely gorgeous with her long hair that's now a bright red and dark brown eyes

Her smile is beautiful

I wasn't put off by her piercings or tattoos like some of the guys were.

I like that kind of thing.

I already have a sleeve tattoo and an eyebrow ring so her having some doesn't bother me in the slightest

And her stupid boyfriend doesn't appreciate her

At all

Even the guys, especially Jin don't like him

Jin is her best friend since they were kids and he gets so angry whenever he sees Wonho, or sees her crying or upset

Jin is the least violent among us but even he would punch Wonho right in the face if he was ever alone with him.

"Nothing Kookie"

"Joanne", I start

"Kookie, just drop it please"

I feel bad but every time I try to say something or ask what he did she asks me to drop it.

The thing is he's an idol so whatever he does becomes public and the world knows.

I'm tired of finding out through the media.

"Joanne, I always drop it when you ask but I can't anymore. Just tell me"

"You can't tell Jin"

"He's going to find out anyway"

"Jungkook!"

"Ok fine." I agree

She takes her phone, opens it and hands it to me

It's an article that was posted today

About Wonho and one of his fans

There's pictures of them kissing in public and holding hands

I grip the phone tighter and rage flows through my body

I lost count of how many times Wonho has cheated on her.

It's either hand holding, kissing or sex with other girls.

He flirts in front of her too.

He never made their relationship public in the two years they've been together

She comes to all the award shows and parties afterwards for him and for us

He ignores her in public at these events, flirting with other girls then has the nerve to call her to him and take her somewhere during the party to fuck her.

When they get back he goes back to ignoring her.

And she lets him

That drives me fucking insane.

Then she finds out he fucked some girl or rammed his tongue down another's or got a blow job from another.

He's known as a playboy and he really is one

It's not like how it is with Jimin and me where the fans call us playboys and we're really not.

I can't fathom why she keeps taking him back or believing him when he lies right to her face.

#treat you better Jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fic #jungkook fanfiction #jungkook smut #ksmutclub #jeon jungkook smut #jeon jungkook fanfic #jeon jungkook fic #bts jungkook smut #bts jungkook fanfic #bts jungkook fic #bts fic #bts fanfic #btsfanfiction #bts smut

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darlingmulti · 3 years

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A cure for Nightmares (Wonho x Reader)

Description- You've been having nightmares for the past week. Your boyfriend, Lee Hoseok, offers to scare the demons away in the best way he knows how...

Pairing- Fem!Reader x Wonho (Aka Hoseok)

Word count- 3.6k

Genre- Smut, romance

Warnings- clit play, overstimulation, nipple play, making out, neck kissing, oral (Male receiving), fingering, praise, degradation, light orgasm denial, unprotected sex (Wrap it before you tap it tho), thigh riding,

T/W-*Description of being chased in nightmare*

Teaser-

“I’ll be okay. It’s probably just from being in a new place,” you said, shrugging.

The two of you had been living together now for only a week, and you were still getting used to the natural noises of the house. With Wonho you knew you were safe, but new places were always a bit scary at first.

“You know what might help...?” He said slyly, his hands shifting a bit lower on your back.

You grunted and scooted closer to him, your breasts gently brushing his bare chest. You reached behind you to place your small hand over his, “What?” You asked, batting your eyes in a coy manner at him. You knew what he meant, but you liked it better when he said it.

He pulled you closer to him, burying his face in the crook of your neck and pressing feather light kisses against your throat and collarbone. You tilted your head up just slightly to offer him more space to roam, sighing as his hands fell to grope your ass.

You were only wearing a soft night dress and panties, giving him easy access to your body.

“Let me scare the monsters away,” he whispered...

All you knew was that you needed to run away. Your lungs burned with every breath, and you felt a sharp pain in your side from running. Despite all of your best efforts you couldn’t seem to move any faster, and you had the feeling whatever was chasing you was gaining on you, closing in with every step you took.

You chanced a glance behind you and saw a shadow not far behind. You averted your eyes, heart clenching at the sight. You tried in vain to make your feet move faster. Your heart was beating so hard that the sound was like a drum in your ears.

You let out a scream as you felt something graze your back. It was coming. It was going to catch you!

You felt the sinister feeling of a hand grasping your shoulder and as you went to slap it off you awoke with a start. Chest heaving, and a light sheen of sweat covering your entire body.

Your eyes flew open and your arm jolted up into the solid warmth of your boyfriend's chest. As the world came into focus you saw the handsome face of Hoseok, just inches away.

“Y/N, are you alright ??” He asked anxiously, his hand resting carefully on your shoulder.

You dropped your arm back to your side with a shameful expression.

It had all been just a dream. Just another night terror.

You were having the same nightmare every night, and every night Hoseok would wake you up with the same concerned expression.

You let out a shaky sigh and rolled over, pressing yourself against his hard and warm body as your eyes welled up with tears.

You were exhausted from the nightmares and felt like you weren’t getting enough sleep.

Hoseok wrapped you tightly in his arms, combing his fingers through your messy hair. Fixing it for you, “Was it that dream again?” He whispered into the darkness.

You nodded, not bothering to say anything as your eyes were welling up and your throat felt tight.

Whenever you cried Hoseok would worry too much, you didn’t want to make him worry for you.

You took in a deep breath of his clean scent, pressing your nose to his bare chest and nuzzling closer to his body.

“It’s okay baby,” he comforted, hugging you tighter still. Enveloping you in his familiar scent and presence.

“I’m sorry I keep waking you up,” you apologized, your voice muffled by his chest.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he said, shaking his head, “Do you work tomorrow?” He asked after a couple minutes, waiting for you to stop trembling and your breathing to even out.

“No, thank goodness,” You glanced up at him, “Do you?”

“No,” he replied, a soft grin crossing his handsome face.

“We can sleep in~~” you cheered silently, wiggling your body a bit before pulling back to look at your boyfriend. You could slightly make out his face in the moonlit room.

“You’re too cute,” he whispered, running his hands down to settle on your lower back in the bed, resting comfortably above your plump bottom.

“Not as cute as you,” you flirted, leaning forward and kissing his plush lips, lingering there for a moment before pulling away and dropping your head on the pillow.

He smiled at you, adoration clear in his lovely brown eyes as he reached a strong hand up to brush your hair out of your face, caressing your cheek. “Are you really okay? I’m worried about you,” he queried with a frown.

“I’ll be okay. It’s probably just from being in a new place,” you said, shrugging.

“You know what might help...?” He said slyly, his hands shifting a bit lower on your back.

You were only wearing a soft night dress and panties, giving him easy access to your body.

“Let me scare the monsters away,” he whispered before lifting his head from your neck to kiss your lips. You were more than a little eager to oblige, meeting his lips with fervor.

You rested your hand against his strong chest, enjoying the solid feeling beneath your fingertips as he kissed you, pressing your body closer to his. Your lips fit perfectly together, and even after all of the kisses you had shared you never stopped getting that fluttery feeling in the pit of your stomach. It bloomed and spread outwards throughout your core, and as one of his hands cupped the globe of your ass and squeezed you felt a flood of heat going to your center.

His mouth travelled across your jaw and down your neck, eliciting soft sighs from your mouth. He pulled you towards him with a grunt, and you lifted yourself up on your arm, your hand laying flat against his muscular torso. He was so warm, and so safe, and so sexy.

He pulled away from you for a moment to gaze into your eyes, admiring you in the moonlight streaming through the window.

“You’re so beautiful,” he praised before he gripped the back of your head and aggressively pressed his hot lips to yours once again, his fingers tangling into your hair. Soon your tongue and his were twirling around each other, spit mixing together as your kissing grew more urgent.

He pulled away from you and you whined softly, sitting up to attempt and press your lips to his again.

“Lay down baby,” he ordered softly, and you bit your already swollen lips before doing as you were told, laying flat on your back.

He maneuvered so that his knees were straddling either side of your leg and then pressed a tender kiss to your lips before his hot mouth trailed down your throat and to your shoulders, pulling at the soft fabric gently. His hands roamed over your sides and glided over your breasts, causing you to let out a soft moan.

He caressed the globes of your chest, and his thumbs moved back and forth over the hard buds of your nipples. You moaned louder in response. He smiled down at you and pressed his face against your chest, thumbs moving rhythmically as your body reacted on its own.

You were desperate for him already, and could feel your panties growing wetter by the second as he lifted his head to kiss up between your breasts and to your shoulder, hands groping and kneading your breasts expertly.

“Hmmm, Hoseok,” You panted, you wanted more already, and didn’t want to wait.

“Yes, Princess?” He crooned, pressing a soft kiss to the dip of your throat.

As you prepared for a reply he suddenly pinched your nipples between his finger tips, making a rather embarrassing cry spill from your lips, your body jolting at the sudden pleasure.

“Oh, please,” You whined. His knee was drawing closer to your center without your knowing, he was already planning to give you what you wanted, he just liked to hear your cute whining.

“Please what Princess,” He asked, feigning innocence.

The pet name alone gave you butterflies. Fuck. You were already so turned on and desperate. You reached up and pulled your nightgown down from your shoulders, he pulled his hands away, allowing you to reveal yourself to him. His eyes appraised your chest with lust before they slid back up to your eyes feverishly.

“You’re so fucking hot,” He growled before he brought his wet mouth to one of your nipples, his hand keeping busy with the other.

You moaned with each glide of his tongue over your puckered nipples, the pleasure radiating throughout your whole body. One of his hands was laying against your hip, caressing you sweetly as you let out moans of desire and pleasure. He tugged at your nipple with his teeth before pulling away to give the other the same attention. Your hands wrapped around his wide back, nails gently scraping over his shoulders as his tongue tormented your body expertly. You couldn’t help but think about how lucky you were, most people could only dream of this type of attention.

This went on until you were sure you were going to explode from the feeling, and then he finally pulled away, satisfied with his work on you. This whole time still his hand hadn’t even grazed over your core and you were growing needy for him to know how wet he had made you.

“I’m so wet,” you whimpered lewdly, garnering a lustful look from the large man. His hands trailed up your thighs and to your hips and he pushed the fabric up over your waist, looking down at your clearly soaked panties.

“Use me,” he whispered softly, and then he pulled you down against his thigh, pressing your wet heat against his muscular thigh.

You cried out desperately, and obediently began rubbing your clothed clit up and down on his knee. Hoseok watched with hooded eyes, hands caressing your hips as your hands came to your breasts to play with them. You knew all the things he liked, and even if a part of you had butterflies of embarrassment you did it anyways to please him.

You closed your eyes, head pressing back into the pillows as you felt yourself growing close to orgasm, your legs beginning to tense and tremble and your muscles contracting slightly with the movement. You cried out in desperation as Hoseok suddenly tightened his grip on your hips, halting your movements, and pushing back the waves of orgasm on the edges of your vision.

“Hoseok! Please!!” You cried out, eyes flashing open.

“Shut up,” he growled and you felt your stomach leap at the tone of his voice. You loved it when he got aggressive with you.

“Make me,” You dared, and his eyes flashed.

“You’re such a whore,” he muttered and his hand went down to your dripping core, pushing aside your panties and rubbing his thumb over your slick lips, causing you to gasp and cry out. This was much better than his knee.

“I’m your whore,” You moaned, your body spasming as his thumb flicked back and forth over your clit rhythmically, spreading your wetness all around with hooded eyes. He leaned over you, fingers still working cruelly on your hips and covered your nipple with his mouth, drawing a low groan from your throat as his tongue rolled over the sensitive bud.

You fisted your hands in the bedsheets, and with almost no warning were swept suddenly into an orgasm, your entire body jolting and trembling as he continued to rub your clit and lick your nipple with skill, helping you ride out your orgasm. As it began to wear off you quickly crossed into overstimuation and cried out loudly, as he seemed to only pick up the speed, pulling away to look at your tortured expression,

“Cum again for me, Princess.” He ordered, and you gasped as he slipped two fingers into you, beginning to pound in and out of your wet heat insistently.

“I- I can’t,” you whined out, but despite that your mind was already growing foggy again, muscles trembling all over as his other hand pulled your lips back a bit to get better access to your swollen clit, “N-no,” you begged as he began to rub it again. You caught sight of the muscles popping in his arms as he pounded into you faster and harder. You could only throw yourself into the mattress as another orgasm rocked through your body, sending your hips bucking up into the air around his strong fingers.

“That’s a good girl,” Hoseok praised, as you rode out the waves of pleasure before pulling his fingers out of you and letting your hips fall onto the bed. He crawled over to you and kissed your forehead lovingly, running his hands over your stomach and sides to calm your trembling body.

After a minute you were able to get yourself up slowly with Wonho’s help. His dick strained against his boxer briefs, and just seeing it you felt butterflies gathering in your stomach all over again. You were so desperate to feel him inside of you, but you wanted to pleasure him too.

“Lay down for me?” You suggested, looking up at him lustfully.

He pulled down his boxers easily, his swollen cock springing free from the confines of his underwear. He tossed them away and layed down on his back, his muscles rippling beneath his skin with the movement, “Anything for you,” he complied sweetly.

You climbed between his muscular legs, partially laying on your stomach. You took his dick in your hands, guiding it to your mouth and gently licking up his shaft. You watched as he huffed and his hands went back behind his head, lustful eyes watching you.

You took the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head of his long shaft, making him moan quietly at the feeling before you sat up to begin bobbing your head up and down, eyes closing as you focused on gliding your tongue over the little ridges and veins of his cock, humming every now and then when his dick would hit the back of your throat.

One of his hands came to settle on your head, gently guiding your movements. Your saliva dripped down his cock as you went faster.

“That’s right Y/N, you’re doing so good… Such a good little whore,” He praised, petting your hair gently as you sucked his cock, going until he gently pulled at your hair to stop you.

You pulled away with a pop, smiling at him with pride. He was sweating and his eyes were burning with passion. He surged into a sitting position and you sat up just as fast, meeting his lips in an intense kiss. His hands travelled down your back to squeeze your ass before going to squeeze your soft breasts once again. You kissed until you were both breathless and then he suddenly pulled you up as if it were nothing and flipped you onto your back, causing a zap of arousal to go through you.

He forced your legs apart and pulled off your panties in a swift motion, exposing your glistening lips and swollen clit fully to the warm air of the room.

“Look at you, such a mess for me,” he muttered, pushing your legs back and coming between them, drawing closer to your heat, one of his hands going to rub over your sensitive area, making you moan out at the feeling of pleasure from his soft thumb against you.

“P-please,” You begged, growing more and more desperate for his cock to be buried inside of you, “I want to be filled by you,” You groaned lustfully, making the muscular man's eyes widen in shock before he slowly positioned himself in front of your entrance, happy with the mess he had already made of you. He pushed your lips apart, and gently slid his engorged head down your slit, making you cry out at the contact before he slowly inserted himself into you.

He held your hips down as he pushed into you, watching you moan and groan as you adjusted to his large cock filling you. He paused for a moment, before beginning to thrust slowly back and forth into you, his thumb rubbing over your clit with his movements, making you moan and whimper softly.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he grunted as his hands lifted to grope your breasts, making you breathless. You were quickly growing impatient as he didn’t seem to be going any faster, keeping the same slow and steady pace.

“Oh please,” You moaned again.

“Please what?” He teased, again pretending he didn’t know what he was doing.

“Fuck me harder…” You pleaded.

“What was that?” He asked, coming to a stop to look at you with taunting eyes, even taking his hand away from your clit.

“Hoseok, please fuck me,” you begged but it still wasn’t seeming to work, he only grinned at you and slowly began to push back inside of you.

“I am fucking you,” he teased.

You threw back your head in frustration, “I want you to make me scream!” You exclaimed, moving your hips a bit on him, desperate to have more.

“I’ll make a mess of you,” he promised darkly, and quite suddenly began slamming into you, pounding in and out of you so forcefully you felt like you would fly away if he wasn’t holding you to your place.

You let out loud cries as his cock penetrated you deeply, hitting a sensitive spot deep inside. His thumb was also skillfully flicking against your clit occasionally, causing your body to spasm with desire.

He kept up this pace for an impressive amount of time, until you were almost at your limit and then suddenly stopped, pulling you toward him, “Get on my lap,” he ordered.

You did as you were told, switching so that he was now sitting and you were straddling his waist.

You grabbed his cock which was dripping pre-cum and guided it to your entrance, slowly and easily inserting it back into your dripping hole. You moaned and shuddered around it as his hands wrapped firmly around your back, watching you lustfully. He leaned forward to begin sucking on your perky breast, rolling the hard bud between his tongue and teeth. You cried out at the sensation as you started to bounce up and down on his massive cock, feeling completely full with him.

You grounded your hips down against his with every movement, almost crying from the intense pleasure that was going through your whole body. Your head was thrown back, and your breasts bounced with you as you moved. Wonho gripped your hips tightly, swearing occasionally and grunting with your movements.

You let out a shriek as his thumb was suddenly roughly rubbing against your already over-sensitive clit, watching with mischievous eyes as you faltered in your rhythm, body shuddering with the feelings.

“Keep going,” he ordered, watching you with those gorgeous eyes. Your eyes travelled down his muscular body to the large hand against you.

You did your best to pick up a rhythm but he was pushing you over the edge once more. You could see from the clenching of his stomach that he was nearing orgasm. With a sudden pick up in the speed of his thumb you found your body spasming hard at the feeling and you threw yourself forward, arms wrapping around his massive shoulders to ground you as he suddenly began bouncing you himself. Pounding into you hard.

The sound of skin slapping skin and breathless moans filled the room as the two of you brought each other to orgasm. As Hoseok came he moaned out your name, swearing and praising you. You sank your teeth into the skin of his shoulder as the power of your orgasm left you almost incapable of controlling the moans and cries spilling from your spit slicked lips. The feeling of his hot semen filling you up drove you even more insane and you trembled hard around him, another orgasm wracking through your body. You felt like the waves of pleasure would never end but as he slowed to a stop and dropped his head against the hot skin of your shoulder you slowly began to come down. Muscles relaxing one by one and your arms relaxing from the tight grip you had had on his back. You pulled away and looked into Wonho’s warm eyes, placing a loving kiss to his lips.

The two of you slowly pulled apart, and Wonho helped you pull the straps of your night dress back over your shoulders, covering you up.

“How are you feeling baby,” He asked softly, lovingly kissing your forehead before helping you off of him.

“Hmm.. sleepy,” You replied. The energy you had had during your session had quickly dissipated with your fourth orgasm. You felt full, and warm, and ready to sleep for a long time.

“You did so good,” he praised as the two of you fell back against the pillows, him pulling you easily against his chest.

You nuzzled up to him, revelling in his scent and the feel of his body against yours.

“I love you so much Hoseok,” You whispered against his chest, peppering sweet kisses against his large pecs before dropping your head against his arm, a much better pillow than you had ever had before.

“I love you more, Y/N,” He replied, his voice growing drowsy.

The two of you slowly drifted off to sleep in eachothers arms and for the first time since you had moved in, you had a peaceful sleep.

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frenchbreads-writing · 3 years

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OH SHALL I COMPARE THEE TO A SUMMER’S DAY?

THOU ART A WAY BETTER WRITER WTF BRO

French, my guy, mr. Bread, my dude.

Look, I know a lot of people just refuse to read anything that isn’t character x reader, which is… fine, that’s their choice, but I’m SO happy you didn’t let that scare you off from posting that story!

I really enjoy the dynamic between the two, that despite his very dead face, Ryo still actively reciprocates attention, he’s still involved in their friendship. I connected to it on a personal level, my s/o hasn’t had an outward emotion in like 7 years.

Seeing Ollie go through all these doubts and just desperately trying to keep himself together? Mwah! Love that, love the way you express how your characters are feeling. Especially having to work around Ryo, giving him the littlest of expressions, or having someone like his mom be there to show his emotions are still noticeable if you’re willing to look.

Anyway yeah, good stuff, hope we get to see more about them. Do you have anywhere you describe how they look? They sound so doodle worthy and I wanna look upon they lil faces <3 -Wy

You are amazing ty

This whole ask has made my entire week bro you have no idea

I’m so glad that you enjoyed it enough to write me a whole paragraph

I was kind of nervous to post it at first

Bc I knew from the start that it wouldn’t get much attention since I am marketed as a character x reader acct after all but the small amount of feedback that over gotten so far has been very positive and it makes me so happy

And I also have some drawings of how they look actually

This is Ollie

Ollie’s design actually came from a picrew lol so it’s not 100% original but idc

He always has his hair done like this since it’s basically his go to comfort style that he knows exactly how to do and can do it without thinking about it too much

And the reason that little piece of hair on his forehead is like that is because he’s a support course student and since he loves to make things he makes his own stuff whenever he gets the chance and one of his machines actually blew up at one point and a piece of metal cut that piece of his hair.

His eyes are brown and he has freckles and heart shaped earrings

And this is Ryoko

The top part of Ryoko’s hair is a bleach blond the little hair horns are essential to the look as well so you can’t forget them and the sides are his natural black hair

His eyes are supposed to be gold but I always just draw them black w a light pupil(don’t ask why idk either)

He’s built like Wonho (if you don’t know who that is search him up he’s hot)

Ryoko is 6’ tall and Ollie is 5’6”

Lol let me know if there’s more you’d like to know about them I’ll try my best to answer

And again ty for the extremely nice words they mean a lot

#frenchbread chats #FBW ocs #wy anon

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obligatoryidolblog · 3 years

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Sleepwalking Past Hope (Hyungwon - Monsta X) Part 1

Genre: Miniseries with themes of angst and smut

Pairing: Chae Hyungwon/Female Reader Insert

Warnings: sexual themes, alcohol abuse, not nice behavior

Summary: Hyungwon finds solace in the warm embrace of alcohol after Wonho is forced to leave Monsta X, until finding another embrace. But is it as warm?

A/N: This came to me in a dream and I had to bang it out. First part is stupid hella long. Should post the following parts over the next few days. Total of 5 parts.

Masterlist

Hyungwon entered the bar without his usual bravado. The night’s show had been a success, but it almost felt like a betrayal. The group’s first show without Wonho…

Sliding onto a barstool and taking the beer passed to him, he told himself that Wonho would kick his ass for thinking this way. Wonho would be proud of the concert Monsta X had put on. He could see the smiling face of his friend as he lifted the bottle to his lips. But no matter how large the crowd, no matter how good they sounded… it wasn’t the same.

Without Wonho on that stage, it wasn’t the group Hyungwon had joined. Looking down into the dark brown bottle gripped in his hand, he took a deep breath. This tour wasn’t right. They had to go on, for the fans, and for Wonho, but it hurt to turn around as he performed and find his place empty. His teeth grinding together, Hyungwon stood and made his way to a dim corner of the bar, ignoring the calls from his bandmates.

He shared a look with Jooheon as he slid into the dark booth. The rapper nodded and turned back to the group he was amusing. They all felt it, Hyungwon knew, but tonight he couldn’t be the idol. Tonight he missed a friend. A brother. Leaning his head back, he closed his eyes and let the alcohol warm him.

In the past he would have been at a table with the group, laughingly reliving the night, riding the high of performing. Perhaps even his girlfriend would be by his side. But that was just another thing that had fallen to the wayside after Wonho’s exodus from the group. Anger flashed through him, and he gripped the bottle tighter.

His girlfriend… though he supposed he should start calling her his ex… just hadn’t understood. Of course she had cared for Wonho in a way, but she had grown weary of Hyungwon’s shifting tempers as he dealt with missing his friend. It still tore at him to think of her leaving, telling him that she couldn’t live with his moodiness, his fits of depression, his drinking. Brow wrinkling, he took a deep drink of the beer in his hand. She’d known who he was when she got with him. But perhaps his bank account and status had been all she had seen.

Sighing, he let the bottle fall to the table with a thunk. This celebration around him wasn’t what he wanted. With a heavy inhalation, he lifted the bottle once more and drained it. Opening his eyes, he looked for a waitress, motioning to the woman behind the counter for two more beers. Tonight he wanted nothing more than to lose himself to drink and memories.

***

You laughed, patting Kihyun on the back and turning towards the one member of the band that you hadn’t spoken to. Hyungwon had been sitting in a booth alone for the entire night, shunning any attention and slowly drinking himself into oblivion. You knew that tonight had been hard on the entire group, but the rest of them seemed to be celebrating the new career of their lost member. Hyungwon was the only one who seemed to be unable to join the merriment.

Nodding to Shownu as you made your way over to the dark corner, you studied the idol. Slumped over, his latest beer tipping dangerously close to spilling into his lap, he looked as if he wouldn’t last much longer. His handsome face was drawn tight, his eyes closed. You sympathized. You were no stranger to having people forced out of your life. Slowly, you approached, making as much noise as you could, so as not to startle him.

***

Hyungwon heard someone drawing near, a feminine noise of a throat clearing. Fuck, he didn’t want to deal with a fan right now. Groaning, he opened his eyes and brought into focus a woman. Great. He didn’t need this shit right now.

She stopped next to his table, looking down at him, then slid into the seat across from him. Feeling a grimace spread across his face, he took a breath, readying himself to tell her to go away. Before he could speak, she leaned across the table, propping her chin in her hands and studying him.

“You should lay off,” she said, her eyes flicking to the beer he was gripping loosely.

Sneering, he replied in a slur, “None of your business.”

Raising an eyebrow, she leaned back, shooting back, “No, it isn’t, but I’d hate to see you give yourself alcohol poisoning. And I don’t think Wonho would like it much either.”

Rage washed over Hyungwon, and he slammed his beer to the tabletop, growling, “What the fuck would you know about it?”

The woman’s jaw set, her eyes narrowing. Damn her, why couldn’t she just go and leave him in peace?

“I know that Wonho loves you like a brother, and he doesn’t want you guys to give up without him,” she stated, folding her arms across her chest. “And I also know him well enough to know he would never be a belligerent ass to someone who was just trying to help.”

With that she stood, her face tinted with flames of anger. She turned to walk away, and Hyungwon pulled himself to his feet. This bitch dared to tell him who Wonho is? What the fuck would a groupie know about anything? Where did she get off dictating to him how he should feel? With a frustrated growl, he swayed, stumbling after her retreating back, intent upon giving her a piece of his mind.

***

You stormed to your car, digging your keys from your bag. You should have just let him be. If there was one thing you knew for certain, it was that there was no talking to a drunk. If he was determined to try to act like Wonho had died as opposed to leaving the group, then fine. Let him drink himself away.

Your heart constricted in your chest. You didn’t want to see that happen. You’d always had a soft spot for the handsome idol. But no way would you sit there and let him speak to you that way, drunk or not. Anger and deep sadness warred within you as you stopped next to the driver’s side of your car.

Just as you were moving to open the door, you heard a sound behind you. Turning, you found the man making his weaving way towards you. Steeling yourself, you knew that your temper was going to get the best of you.

***

Hyungwon spotted the damned woman and tried to walk a straight line to her. Her figure turned towards him, and he saw matching irritation cover her features.

“Hey,” he said, stopping before her, “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

Her eyes narrowed, and she ran her eyes over his body, replying in a hiss, “I’m someone who you really don’t want to piss off. And I’m someone who just wants the best for you, so I suggest you get back in that bar, find a ride to the hotel, and sleep that shit off before you say something you’ll regret.”

Hyungwon felt his eyes widen, the fog in his mind clearing a bit as his fury doubled.

“Where do you get off telling me what to do? You think you can just butt into my business,” he spat, pointing an accusing finger at her, tipping forward slightly before righting himself.

Flames of anger lit the depths of her eyes, and it only fueled his own ire. Deep down, some sober part of his subconscious was telling him that she was completely right, but the rest of him was happy to have an outlet for the storm of emotion within him. He’d held so much back, internalized so many feelings, and she had just set herself up to be his whipping girl. Burying the small voice saying that he would regret this, he let loose again before she could say anything, his finger still jabbing in her direction.

“You have no right to tell me what to feel. You don’t know me. You don’t know Wonho. And you sure as fuck don’t get to tell me when to stop drinking. So why don’t you just get in your fucking car and stop being a bitch?” he hurled.

Out of nowhere, her hand shot out, gripping the finger he was pointing in her direction as wild wrath filled her features.

“First of all,” she seethed, her tone only infuriating him further, “Didn’t your mom ever teach you that it’s rude to point? And second of all, don’t you dare call me a bitch. I’m trying to help you, even if you are a drunk bastard.”

Releasing his finger, she stepped closer, placing her face inches from his as she sneered, “Sober up, Hyungwon. And remember this, because I sure as fuck will.”

As he tried to comprehend what the hell that parting shot meant, she turned and flung her car door open, sliding into the driver’s seat and slamming the door. As she sped away, he stumbled back to lean against the truck behind him. Just as his head began to spin, trying to control himself, the door to the bar opened and Changkyun stepped out, looking around for him. Spotting him, he strode over.

“Hey, did you just follow _____ outside?” Changkyun asked, pulling his friend straight as Hyungwon slid sideways on the truck.

“Is that the bitch’s name?” he slurred, still looking after the car that was rounding a corner.

Changkyun looked at him for a moment, his eyes widening, then groaned, lifting Hyungwon with an arm around his waist and hauling him towards the bar, saying, “Aw, shit, man, what did you just do?”

***

The next morning came far too early and far too bright for Hyungwon. He let loose a long string of curse words as the curtains to his room were thrown back, bright sunlight piercing his closed eyes. Rolling to his stomach and burying his face in the pillow, he heard Shownu laugh from the corner of the room.

“Get your ass up, dude. Interview before tonight’s show. Go get a shower. You reek,” Shownu said, causing Hyungwon to blindly throw a pillow in his direction.

With another laugh, Shownu grabbed the end of the sheet covering Hyungwon’s nude body and yanked.

“Come on, you already fucked us over enough last night. You aren’t going to go to this interview smelling like a urinal,” he added, smacking the tossed pillow over Hyungwon’s bare ass.

With a groan, Hyungwon rolled over, cracking one eye open and asking in a voice roughened by drink, “What the fuck you mean I fucked us over?”

Dramatically slapping a hand over his eyes, Shownu retorted, “Come on, man, I didn’t need to see that side of you. Cover the cock. And you’ll find out soon enough. Get cleaned up and get to the bus. She’s meeting us there.”

“She?” Hyungwon asked, sitting up and scrubbing at his eyes.

Backing blindly towards the door, hand still covering his eyes, Shownu replied, “You’ll see. Hurry the fuck up, we don’t have all day.”

As the door closed behind the singer, Hyungwon ran his hands through his sweaty hair, waiting for the throb in his head to subside. What had he done the night before? It was all a blur after he had secluded himself. He vaguely remembered being in the parking lot, filled with pain and anger, but he couldn’t grasp any of the details. Sighing, he shoved himself to his feet.

He supposed he’d find out soon enough, and if he knew his bandmates, he’d never hear the end of it.

***

Stretching, Hyungwon sauntered across the parking lot to the bus, wishing the pain killers he’d popped before his shower would kick in. As he reached the door of the bus, knocking for entrance, he tried once more to remember what in hell he’d done the night before to get himself in trouble. Shaking his head, he just couldn’t pull the memories from the fog.

The door slid open, and he stepped on the bus, looking around. The group was congregated in the living area, and a female figure was turned away from him, bent over a laptop. His eyes were drawn to the ass on display, and he dragged them down over the shapely legs beneath. Raising an eyebrow, he found that the pain in his head was suddenly not as distracting.

“There you are,” Jooheon said, leaning back, lacing his fingers behind his head. “About fucking time.”

Hyungwon nodded to him, walking closer as the woman straightened and turned. He had a moment to appreciate her body as it turned, then her features, before her lips pressed into a straight line and her eyes narrowed at him. His eyebrows shot up in surprise. The interviewer was looking at him as if he’d kicked her puppy. Quickly he scanned his memory, wondering if he’d been interviewed by this woman before.

But he already knew he hadn’t… he would have remembered this woman. She tugged at all the right parts of his libido. Giving her a tentative smile, he sat next to Changkyun.

“Sorry I was late,” he said, glancing around at the rest of the band before his eyes were drawn back to the sexy interviewer once more.

Lip curling, she sat, replying, “Perfectly understandable after the night you had.”

Hyungwon felt his brow knit. How did she know about his bender the night before? Fuck, had she been there? Chewing the inside of his lower lip, he studied her closer. Had this woman witnessed his drunken stupor?

Shit.

***

You hit the button to start the voice recorder you had just been cueing on your laptop, then flipped open your notepad. You just wanted to get this interview over with. All the excitement for finally getting to talk to a group that you love was gone, washed away in your anger and hurt from the night before. And Hyungwon was acting as if nothing had happened. You supposed it was lost to the alcohol haze.

Lucky him. You would never forget. Chae Hyungwon had been a man you had wanted to meet for so long, and that meeting had been ruined by his lack of control. Raising your eyes, you tried to keep your gaze cool, but you could feel the anger in your eyes. You looked at the man in question, taking in the striking features, the lanky body. How sad that such a man could be such an ass.

After meeting so many idols in your long career, you should have expected it, but somehow you had hoped Hyungwon would be different. Pressing your lips together, you shook your head at yourself. You should know better than to have pedestals anymore. Looking up again, You began the interview, shooting one last glare at Hyungwon before turning a softer look to Minhyuk.

The rest of the band had been more than congenial. But was that because they knew your reputation? For the first time, you felt the longing to once more be just a simple fan, not the pit viper music journalist you had come to be known as. Would you have been treated differently then?

***

Hyungwon shifted uncomfortably through the entire interview, growing ever more worried. The woman, _____, pointedly asked him the harsh questions, then turned smiles to his bandmates with tossed off fluff questions. What the hell had he done to her to cause her to hate him so obviously?

Finally she closed the notepad, then clicked a button on her laptop. Turning to the guys, she smiled, her eyes skirting around him. Dammit, what could he do to have that smile directed at him? Life just wasn’t fair.

“Thank you for your time. I’ll be sending a copy of the interview to you guys before press time for approval,” she said, standing and turning to gather her belongings.

The rest of the guys stood and approached to shake her hand, thanking her. Hyungwon hung back, waiting to be the last to speak to her. He had to know what he’d done. As Shownu walked past him, he shot a warning look his way then exited the bus.

Stepping forward, Hyungwon cleared his throat, then said, “Did… did I do something to piss you off?”

Turning slowly, her eyes narrowed again, and she replied, “You don’t remember anything from last night, do you?”

Groaning, he looked down, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. So she had been there. Fuck. What had he done?

“I’m sorry… I don’t know what I did, but I was drunk…” he began, only to be cut off.

“Yes you were. You were a drunk fucking asshole,” she growled, hitching her laptop bag onto her shoulder and shoving past him to the door of the bus.

“Wait!” he called, grabbing her arm in an attempt to stop her, but she shook him off, turning a furious snarl to him.

“Go to hell, Hyungwon. I told you I wouldn’t forget, and sweet talking me won’t change that,” she stated in a harsh whisper before spinning and rushing off the bus.

For a moment, Hyungwon could do nothing but stand in shocked silence. He must have fucked up royally the night before. And as Changkyun’s head appeared at the door to the bus, he had a feeling he was about to find out just how he had done that.

“What the fuck did you say to her this time, man?” Changkyun charged, flinging his hands out in frustration.

Running his hands through his hair, Hyungwon shot back in frustration, “I don’t know! I was just trying to find out why the hell she was so pissed at me!”

Changkyun paused, then groaned, dropping to a seat and pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers.

“You don’t remember last night?” he asked in a resigned voice.

Propping his hands on his hips, Hyungwon charged, “No! Man, I was fucking gone; why is everyone so surprised that I can’t remember anything?”

Leaning back, Changkyun ran his hands down his face, looking up for a moment, then replying, “Dude, she tried to get you to stop drinking. You were an ass to her. You followed her out to her car and called her names. Do you realize what sort of pull she has in the industry?”

As those words sank in, Hyungwon’s arms fell limp to his side, his shoulders sagging. Dim memories began to float to the surface, filling him with shame. Fucking hell, no wonder she…

Spinning on his heel, he ran out, searching the parking lot frantically for her.

***

You flung your laptop case into the backseat of your car rather harder than necessary, then paused. Sighing, you laid your arm on the roof of the car, dropping your head to it. You should have given the interview to someone else after last night. You couldn’t help but be biased now. But damn it, you had wanted this interview for years.

Straightening with a long exhalation, you slowly stepped back to slam the door. Just as you were turning to the driver door, you heard footsteps rushing up behind you. Stiffening, you turned. You should have known.

“You come to call me a bitch again?” you asked, pinning a harsh stare on Hyungwon as he skidded to a halt before you.

Shaking his head quickly, he held his hands up, saying quickly, “I am so sorry for that. Please, just give me a chance to…”

“To what? Be a dick to me some more?” you asked, storming forward to glare directly up into his eyes. “I was trying to be nice to you, Hyungwon. I just didn’t want to see you drink yourself sick. And you treated me like crap for it. If that’s the sort of man you are, then you get no chances.”

You moved to step back, but his hands shot out, gripping your shoulders tightly, holding you in place as his eyes widened.

“Stop, _____! Just listen to me, okay?” he said in apparent desperation.

Trying to jerk away, you spat, “What can you say to me after that? Just give it up, Hyungwon. Don’t worry, I won’t put it in my article. It would be unprofessional. So stop trying to save face.”

He yanked you closer, the front of your body pressed against his as he said, “Dammit, _____, listen! I’m trying to apologize. I don’t care about saving face, okay?”

Taking a deep breath, he loosened his grip on your shoulders, rubbing his hands soothingly over the skin he had just been clenching tightly. Your mind reeled, unable to come up with a response through the mélange of shock, fury, and several other unnamable emotions rushing through you.

“I am very sorry for what I said to you,” he went on, his tone softer. “I know I can’t excuse treating you that way, but I was wasted, _____, and last night without Wonho…”

Sighing, he looked down, and you gently extracted yourself from his hands. They felt far too good on your shoulders for your peace of mind. And his words confused you, pulled you from the righteous anger that you held so tight to yourself.

“It was just a rough night, and I took it out on you. I’m sorry. If you’ll just…,” huffing, he dropped his hands, then stuck his right one out towards you in offering. “Can we start over? Hi, you can call me Hyungwon. And you are?”

Looking down at his hand, you blinked, your mind trying to catch up to the situation. A part of you understood his predicament, but another part of you was screeching warning bells, telling you that he was currently unstable, he would do the same thing again. Shaking your head, you looked up, seeing the pleading on his face. Damn that soft spot, it still had room for him.

Taking his hand, you tugged up one corner of your mouth in a wry smile and said, “I’m _____. Nice to meet you, Hyungwon. I’ve been a fan for a long time.”

***

Hyungwon felt his face redden at her words, and he kept her hand in his. Feeling an unaccustomed shy smile curl his lips, he looked down, then pulled on a confident grin, looking back at her.

“Well, _____, allow me to take a fan to breakfast. I need some hangover food,” he said, turning so that he stood behind her, tucking her hand into the crook of his arm and leading her to the small diner next to the hotel. “You see, I was a total dumbass last night and got way too drunk.”

She resisted at first, saying, “I dunno, I have to go write this article…” but he won out in the end, pulling her across the parking lot.

After they had been seated, she looked across the table at him, suspicion still evident in her eyes. Grinning, he lifted the menu that was sat before him and cocked an eyebrow at hers, motioning for her to look at it. Narrowing her eyes, she studied him for a moment, then slowly lifted the menu.

The waitress finally took their orders, and when she was gone, Hyungwon folded his hands on the table and leaned forward, taking in the beautiful woman sitting across from him. He knew that she still was unhappy with him, but he would take all steps necessary to put a stop to that. He wasn’t sure why, but he wanted her to like him. Maybe he was feeling the loss of his girlfriend more acutely, maybe he was just lonely in general. Either way, he wasn’t going to let her walk away mad at him forever.

Just as he was opening his mouth to speak, she pressed her lips together then asked, “Why are you doing this? I get it, you were upset last night. You don’t have to try to win my favor.”

Blinking, he sat back, then shrugged. He could do nothing but answer as honestly as he could.

“I’m not really sure. I just … want to talk to you. I’m not the guy you talked to last night. Yeah, I was upset. It was our first show since… well, you know that. But I shouldn’t have acted the way I did. You were right, Wonho would have smacked me if he saw that,” he said, looking down at his hands.

Pursing her lips, she replied, “Remembering that, are you?”

Pulling his lips into an apologetic grin he nodded to her, saying, “Yeah. I know I was an ass, and there’s no way to take it back. But … hell, I don’t know. I haven’t talked to anyone about this stuff outside the guys and my gi-… my ex.”

Her smirk faded, and she reached across the table to pat his hand, asking, “How long has it been since she left?”

Looking up slowly, he had to ask, “This is all off the record, right?”

Rolling her eyes, she held her hands up, answering, “I may be a reporter, but I’m not a bitch, Hyungwon. Of course it’s off the record.”

Nodding once more, he gave her an apologetic smile then went on, “It’s been two months. She said she just couldn’t take it anymore. I was drinking a lot…”

“Imagine that,” she added wryly.

Giving her a grudging smile, he continued, “I was depressed a lot, and I took it out on her. I know, I know, ‘imagine that.’ But she just left me high and dry. The guys understand, of course, but… well, I don’t take to change well. I am still trying to accept that Wonho isn’t part of us anymore.”

Gently, she took his hands in her own, and he felt his heart warm towards her.

“I understand that, Hyungwon. I’m not good with change either, especially when it affects my friends or family. But drinking yourself stupid isn’t going to help,” she said slowly, meeting his eyes, showing him that she wasn’t trying to castigate him. “It won’t change the fact that he is solo now, it’ll only push the people you have left away.”

Grimacing, he nodded his agreement, and their moment was broken by the waitress bringing their food. They ate in silence, sharing looks across the table. Finally he pushed his plate aside, the hangover finally abated. She slowly lifted her napkin, dabbing at her mouth.

Looking askance at him, she asked, “What now?”

His eyes traveled over the parts of her body visible to him. He knew she felt uncomfortable with his scrutiny, but his admissions to her had forged a bond, and that only encouraged his admiration of her. He wanted this woman, and he had a feeling she knew it. But would she take his wanting in the wrong way? Would she think he had told her all these things simply to get closer to her?

Hell, had he done that? He wasn’t sure himself.

***

You shifted in your seat, waiting for Hyungwon to answer. You had a feeling he was going to make a pass at you, and you weren't entirely sure how you felt about that. The man had been a passing crush of yours off and on over the years, but this wasn’t a picture on a screen or a face in a video. This was the real man, and he was human. Fallible. Imperfect. Would it ruin the fantasy to go any further? He’d already toppled his pedestal. How much farther could he fall if you allowed him closer?

“Are you coming to the show tonight?” his voice interrupted your musings.

Nodding, you watched his face, waiting for it…

“You have a press pass, right? I’ll see you backstage?” he went on, his face carefully devoid of emotion.

Taking another breath, you nodded once more.

Reaching in his pocket, he pulled out money and tossed it on the table, uncounted, then stood, offering her his hand and saying, “Well, then, you go write that article, and I’ll see you tonight. And no drinking, I promise.”

A nervous laugh escaped as you allowed him to help you to your feet. You couldn’t meet his eyes, couldn’t try to decipher what was going on in his head. You would focus on the article, and when tonight came… you’d worry about that then.

***

Hyungwon watched her drive off, then turned back to the bus, already running and ready to head to the venue. Rushing on board, he nearly ran into Jooheon.

“You make nice with the hard ass reporter?” the rapper asked, raising an eyebrow.

Giving him a half smile, Hyungwon flung himself to a seat, shooting back, “Yes. And she isn’t such a hard ass. She’s kinda cute.”

“Aw hell,” Minhyuk said, his eyes still glued to the video game he was playing, “Don’t tell me you’re hot for the reporter. That woman is one of the most influential music critics in the world. You get on her bad side and we’re done for.”

Chuckling, Hyungwon lifted his headphones, settling them around his neck, and picking up the other game controller, retorting, “I was already on her bad side. And now I’m not. At least I think I’m not.”

“Make damn sure you aren’t,” Kihyun threw in, walking from the back of the bus. “She isn’t a groupie, man. You can’t fuck her.”

Raising an eyebrow, Hyungwon moved his fingers over the controller, muttering, “We’ll see about that.”

***

You made your way backstage, your nerves jumping. Hyungwon had seen you in the press pit at the show and flashed inviting smiles at you throughout the night. Part of you was jumping up and down in excitement, and another part was saying to keep the hell away. Hyungwon was wild. He was unpredictable. And most of all, he was an idol. You knew how they worked.

You had never slept with a musician, though there had been speculation throughout your career. Most of it was jealousy from lesser journalists, but you had been adamant that you wouldn’t be anyone’s toss off. You were around the industry enough to know how it worked. And that wasn’t you. You were sexually attracted to Hyungwon, of course, who wouldn’t be?

But wanting an idol was very different from having one. Once again you saw in your mind the figure of Hyungwon stumbling in the parking lot of the bar, hurling insults at you. You looked around at the fans grappling to get backstage. Fuck, this wasn’t going to happen.

Just as you were making up your mind to turn around and leave, you heard your name.

***

“_____!” Hyungwon called, pushing through the crowd.

She paused, and he saw the doubt on her face. Giving her his best grin, he made his way to her side, snaking an arm around her waist and pulling her to the more private area where the band was congregated after the hi-touch.

“Come on, the guys want to say hi,” he told her, feeling her tense slightly at the pressure of his arm around her.

Nodding, she followed him, looking around warily. He knew that they were being watched, but he didn’t care. Ever since leaving her in that parking lot at the hotel, he’d been unable to think of anything but her. Stopping with her, he grinned to the rest of his bandmates. Kihyun gave him a pointed look, then turned a grin to her.

“Hello again. You going to take a second bite at us?” he asked, extracting her from Hyungwon’s grasp and leading her to the couch between himself and Minhyuk.

“Just here to cover the show this time,” she replied as Hyungwon glared at his bandmates.

He knew they were trying to keep him away from her, but they couldn’t do it all night. He’d be damned if he was going to pass this chance up. She had reached some part of him that made a connection. He’d been bared before her, without any pretense, in his drunken stupor. She’d seen a side of him that few got to see. And she didn’t hate him for it.

Moving forward, he shoved Kihyun aside and took his seat next to her, tossing an arm over her shoulder, saying, “Well, I’m glad you’re here. You can see that I took your advice. No drinking.”

Wrinkling her nose, she snorted, “While I’m glad for that, I’d like you to take something else… a shower.”

Grinning playfully down at her, ignoring the warning looks of his bandmates, he leaned in closer, whispering, “Only if you come with me. I don’t want one of these guys sweeping you off before I get a chance to talk to you some more.”

He saw her face flame, and he pulled away a bit, knowing he was moving too fast, but there was a desperation running through his veins, a need to feel close to someone.

No, not someone. Her.

Taking a deep breath, he stood, needing to be alone with her, to feel her presence all to himself. It had been too long since he had felt this way. Ever since the whole issue with Wonho, Hyungwon had closed himself off. But she had got through to him, and he couldn’t lose that now. He needed her.

Holding a hand out, he begged her with his eyes, all the others forced from his mind, all the possible repercussions ignored. Slowly she met his eyes, reading them, then reached her hand out, allowing him to pull her to her feet. His eyes slipped closed in relief for a moment. She wouldn’t fight him.

***

You allowed Hyungwon to lead you out of the room, trying not to be aware of the people watching you both. The last thing either of you needed was for it to get around that you were fucking the recent interviewee. But the look in Hyungwon’s eyes as he had held that hand out to you… you knew that this wouldn’t be a throwaway fuck to him, even if you never spoke again afterwards.

He pulled you out of the crowded room and into a dark, empty hallway. As the door swung shut behind you, he paused, then turned to you. His hand came slowly up, stroking the wisps of hair in your face back, tucking them behind your ear.

“Thank you, _____,” he said softly.

You almost asked what for, but you knew. Hyungwon needed this, and you were going to give it to him. Everything he’d been through… you couldn’t deny him this bit of intimacy, even if you wanted to. But there was no denying to yourself, you wanted it just as bad as he did. You nodded at him, glancing up at his face, so close to yours.

Time slowed to a crawl as he leaned in closer, taking your lips in an exploring kiss that sent your head reeling. Without thinking, lost in the feel of his lips on yours, your hands raised to slide up his chest and over his shoulders. In return his arms encircled your waist, the fingers of one of his hands tracing up your spine to curl into the ends of your hair.

Finally you pulled away, struggling to regain your senses as he tugged gently on your hair and said, “There’s a shower in the dressing room…”

Looking up, you saw the same frantic pleading in his eyes. Nodding, you licked your lower lip, watching his eyes follow your tongue’s movement, his gaze sharpening with lust, mirrored by the tug in your nether regions.

“Let’s go,” you whispered, your hands cupping his jaw for a moment before stepping back.

***

Hyungwon bit back a groan as she stepped away, then turned to once more lead her towards the showers, one arm still slung around her waist, the hand venturing down to the curve of her ass, squeezing the inviting globes that had been driving him mad since he had first seen her bent over in the bus.

Kicking the door open to the dressing room, he snatched her into the room, pushing her up against the wall and accosting her mouth again, unable to stop himself, both his hands now on her ass, pressing her hips forwards, grinding his now-aching cock against her.

Her breath caught, then she melted into his ministrations once more. Groaning into the kiss, he blindly walked them back towards the small bathroom, his lips sliding down to her neck, flicking his tongue across her pulse as he felt her hands tangle into his hair, tugging his mouth closer as he nipped at the crook of her neck and shoulder.

Once more he slammed her back to the wall as they reached the bathroom. Working his leg between hers, he rubbed up, pressing his thigh into the seam of her jeans, his lips devouring her neck, reveling in the cries she released for him. One of his hands slipped around her body, and he raised his head for a moment, turning to quickly flick on the hot water in the shower behind them.

Turning back, he saw the glazed look in her eyes, her lips reddened from his kisses. Cupping her jaw, he ran the calloused pad of his thumb over her lower lip, feeling her shiver as she pressed down on his leg. Fuck, she was so responsive. Slipping his hand back, he fisted the hair at the nape of her neck and leaned in to capture her lips, slipping his tongue in to dance with hers.

The hand not in her hair inched under the hem of her shirt, trailing the tips of his fingers across her skin as he slowly dragged them closer and closer to the cups of her bra. Feeling her back arch, he filled his palm with the yielding flesh encased in thin lace, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Breathing sped in both of them, and he pulled from her lips, resting his forehead against hers as he dragged his thumbnail over the hardened peak hidden in her bra.

She shuddered in his arms, and he licked his lips, the hand in her hair tightening. Pressing her tighter to the wall, he slipped his hand under the scrap of lace, her hot flesh smooth against his rough skin. Damn, he had imagined this all day, but this surpassed any of his imaginings. Letting his eyes slip closed for a moment, he simply stroked her breast, teasing the bud with his thumb, feeling her heartbeat under the skin.

“Hyungwon,” she gasped in a soft voice, her tone of need ripping a moan from him.

His eyes opened and he watched the pleasure play across her face. At that moment, he felt more at home, more right than he had in so long. He was glad that it was her he had turned to rather than some random fan. For once he had made the right decision. Even if she ended up hating him, reviled him in the press, or even worse… walked away from him… this moment would be saved in his memory forever as one of pure bliss.

“_____… you are amazing,” he mumbled, leaning in as he rucked her shirt up, raining kisses over her chest.

He tugged down the cup of her bra and replaced his thumb with his tongue. She arched against him, a sweet gasp sounding from her. After a moment of living in the taste of her skin he ripped himself away. She sagged against his leg, and he tugged his shirt off, then hers. His eyes devoured her bared skin as his fingers tripped around her ribcage.

Trying not to rush himself, he unfastened her bra, glancing up at her face, biting his lip at the vision of pleasure she made. Unhurriedly, he slid the straps from her shoulders, unable to look away as her flesh was bared for him. Sucking in a gasp, he dropped the bra, looking up at her flushed face as her eyes cut to the side.

Gripping her chin, he turned her eyes to his once more, murmuring, “So beautiful…”

She bit her lip, and he couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss it free as his hands moved to lift her breasts, feeling a moment of regret that her silken skin was being subjected to the coarseness of his touch. But her soft sound of carnality told him that she didn’t mind. Gripping her flesh tighter, he dropped his kisses to her collarbone, nipping gently then working his mouth down to one of the peaks in his hand.

After a long moment of rolling his tongue across her nipple, he reluctantly pulled away again, stepping back. Heart racing, he watched her eyes open as he moved his hands to the button of her jeans. Waiting for her to stop him, he kneeled, working open the denim separating him from his goal. When her fingers laced into his hair again, he moaned, yanking her jeans down and leaning in to nuzzle her abdomen.

The scent of her arousal rose, making his erection jerk in his pants. She lifted her feet, one at a time, kicking off her shoes as he pulled the jeans from her body. Lowering his mouth, he teased himself and her, running his tongue over the scrap of silk covering her mound. His hands moved to hook into the waistband of her panties, sitting back and drawing them slowly down her thighs.

“Fuck,” he rasped out as her sex was bared to him.

His patience broke as he yanked the panties the rest of the way down, a gasp ringing from her parted lips. Jumping up, he shucked his pants, toeing off his shoes and ripping his boxers from his body, his cock springing forth, turgid and weeping for her. For a moment, he merely looked at her, gripping his dick in his hand and squeezing.

There was no going back now. Releasing his member with a soft moan, he reached his hand out for her. Shaking, her hand came to rest in his, and his heart leapt. He would have her. Slowly he backed into the shower stall, drawing her with him. The hot water hit his back, drawing a pleasured hiss from between his teeth. Slowly he turned them, his hands falling to her hips as he pressed her to the wall of the shower.

Once more he dropped to his knees, his hands gliding with the water down her thighs, parting them softly. Hearing her breathing speeding, he leaned in, trailing kisses up the path his hands had just taken, aiming for his destination between her legs. As his tongue ventured out to part her nether lips, seeking the bud of pleasure that resided there, her hands gripped his hair, a moan ripping from both of them.

Pressing her hips to the wall, he pressed his face closer, sucking her clit between his lips, flicking his tongue against it as he increased the suction. Her hips trembled, trying to buck, but he held her more firmly, sliding his tongue out to dip into her sex as his teeth scraped lightly over the hood of her clit.

“God, Hyungwon,” she cried out, pressing his head further in, her own head falling back to the wall with a thud. Swirling his tongue in her juices, he arched as deep as he could, then returned to his slow torture of her clit, drinking in the sweet caramel taste of her.

When he could stand it no longer, his cock jerking and dancing between his knees, pearls of pre-cum running down his shaft, he stood, pressing his body to hers. She looked up, her hooded eyes meeting his, and he took a shaking inhalation.

“_____… I need you,” he whispered, burying his face in her wet hair, running his lips across the shell of her ear, his dick throbbing against her hip.

“Do it, Hyungwon, please,” she gasped, her hips arching against him.

Biting back a groan, he slid his hands down, wedging her body tightly between his and the wall as he lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist. Lifting his head once more, he caught her eyes, watching as he aimed and slid into her. Her eyes fluttered shut, her head falling back as he bit out a curse at the tight heat engulfing his shaft.

Dropping his forehead to hers once more, he growled, “Thank you, _____… thank you…”

With that he drew his hips back and set a slow pace. Her legs tightened on his slim hips, his fingers digging into the supple roundness of her ass. Her hands scrambled over the shower wall behind her before her fingernails dug into his back, pulling a pleasured hiss from him. Pumping a bit faster into her heat, he ground his pelvic bone into her clit, wanting to give back every ounce of pure physical joy she was giving him.

Rolling his hips, he felt her sheathe begin to grow tighter around him, and he worked his mouth into the hollow of her shoulder, biting a bit harder, sucking at the sweet skin between his teeth as his hips pounded into her harder. On one hand he wanted this to last forever, to feel the elation of her wet heat making him tingle forever. But on the other hand he wanted to feel her clamp down around him, hear her voice scream his name in release, plant his seed deep in her.

But he knew he couldn’t do that, at least. This was not a relationship, there were no guarantees of a future with her. He couldn’t release himself inside of her, no matter how badly he’d like to. Pushing those thoughts away, he ravaged her neck, bucking into her ever faster, ever harder. Her nails raked down his back, leaving a burning trail of pleasure in their wake, and he gasped, his head jerking back, orgasm on the brink as he slammed into her as deep as he could, then continued to smash into her, feeling as if he would split her in two.

Suddenly, without warning, she stiffened in his arms, her hands flying out to claw at the wall as her sheath tightened impossibly on his member, her head flying back as his name came pouring from her throat. Sucking in a breath, Hyungwon slammed in faster, his head spinning as he tried his hardest to ride out her climax. But all too soon he was pulling out, thrusting his erupting cock against her wet folds and ass, his seed splattering against the wall behind her to slowly drip down.

Collapsing forward against her, he tried to catch his breath, his head coming to rest on her chest, hearing her racing heart begin to slow. After a long moment of fading afterglow, he gently lowered her legs to the floor of the shower once more. Lifting his head, he cupped her cheek, meeting her eyes. They were guarded once more, and it sent a stab of pain to his heart.

“Are you okay?” he asked, stroking her wet hair back from her face.

Nodding, she looked down, then back up at him, saying in a soft voice, “What now, Hyungwon?”

He studied her for a long time, silence only broken by the running water, which was now turning cold. What did she want? Hell, what did he want? Could she give it to him?

“Now we finish showering, and you come back to the hotel with me,” he finally said, smiling as he watched her face jerk back up to his, her eyes widening. “And from there, I let you decide. I know I’m leaving in the morning, _____, and I know you have a career, but I haven’t had enough of you. When our paths cross… I hope you’ll see me.”

She looked up at him in wonder for a moment, and he tried to read her thoughts in her eyes, desperately needing to know how she felt.

“I don’t think I can help but see you, Hyungwon,” she finally said in a tiny voice.

Hope sprang inside of him, and he pulled her into an embrace, grinning into her hair. Her words had made the future brighter than the past for the first time since the whole debacle with his group. And no matter what happened between them, he would always be in her debt for that.

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pillowfluffs · 4 years

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Hunger | Lee Wonho

Pairing: Wonho X Reader (female)

Genre: sm*t 😗

Request: “hi can you do some fluffy smut for wonho related to ramen lol , like y/n ate his ramen and lied to him about it , and she knows he knows she’s lying so he punishes her , sorry for the weird request” - @bunnyoppa29

Author’s Note: things do be getting spicy... if you know what I mean 👀 Thanks for requesting, bunny (if i may call you that akjsdha) But my inbox is still closed! This was requested before it closed!

Warnings: or*l, f*nger*ng, non-an*l, mouth f**king 👀uhh vivid??

Eating ramen that wasn’t yours was one of the best decisions you had ever made and you regretted nothing

You didn’t regret a single thing, even now with his cock stuffed down in your throat, his hand at the base of your neck behind holding you down onto him, your saliva drooling from the corner of your mouth, your cheeks hollowed looking to him as you knelt forward on the bed between his legs

“We don’t take things that don’t belong to us, do we, Y/N?” he asked, tugging your head up, just a little bit off of him before he pushed you back down til your lips met around the base of his cock, your bottom lip touching his balls

*like an hour and a half ago*

There was absolutely nothing to do or watch and you were home alone

Wonho said he would be home later and to not wait up for him for dinner but you tried your best anyways

You finished your own work a few hours ago yourself and began to try to entertain yourself, watching videos online, putting on a couple short movies that you’ve seen before, even trying a new one but it wasn’t good

the house was dim to your liking as the sun set outside

Your body was draped over the light brown plush leather couch in the spacious living room, your mind half focused on the house hunting show, no longer as interested in these shows since you found out that the people looking to buy a new house had already picked the house they were “finding” in the show

that fact totally ruined it for you and it sucked and you knew it was true since it made sense based on how they picked their house and commented on it

looking at your phone held up over your face, there were no new messages from Wonho or anyone

He would be at the studio today, spending the day recording a new song

the longer you did your best to wait for Wonho, the louder it sounded like your stomach was grumbling from hunger until it was unbearable

you pushed yourself off the couch, turning off the tv, letting the room grow even darker, the quiet settled in

Wonho’s oversized shirt fell around your thighs, the soft, worn fabric brushing your legs as you walked through the dark hall toward the kitchen

you stopped in the narrow hallway before reaching the wider one that led straight to the kitchen, pausing to take a look at the city skyline in the distance, amazed at the beauty of the view: it looked like a painting

The boats with their slow lights fading and reappearing on the bay to the side of the city, the bright lights of cars zipping to and fro, the lights inside the skyscrapers that made the city feel so alive but seeing it at a distance made it feel so calm since you could see so much more beyond and around it

it was a sight to see and behold

In the kitchen, you pulled back a curtain to let the natural, fading light in

Opening the closet, you didn’t even bother to open the fridge since you didn’t want to make anything that required too much effort

And then your eyes landed on it: the last pack of Wonho’s adored ramen, it made you wonder if he loved it more than he loved you

You shook your head and took the last pack out, making a mental note to go and guy some more tomorrow, the plastic packaging rustling beneath your grasp

You made your way to the bottom cabinet beside the stove and grabbed a small sized pot that would fit the ramen. You first filled the pot 2/3 of the way full with water and let it sit on top of the gas stove waiting for it to begin boiling

You leaned back against the counter, staring outside the window, wondering about anything and life in general, how wonho was doing As the water began to boil, you eased the ramen noodles into the water letting it cook. You took the soup powder and seasoning side packages and dumped them in a bowl, then went back to stirring your noodles to the perfect softness you liked

When the noodles were ready, your drums had was grumbling louder and louder. You strained the noodles and it into the bowl, letting the remaining wetness on the noodles be costed by the soup powder and season flakes before you poured boiling water from your boiler, making a nice soup

You downed the bowl of ramen, the soup and spices warming you up on the inside, your hunger satisfied

The sun was far beyond the horizon, the moon taking its rightful place in the night sky. It was getting pretty late, making you wonder where Wonho was

But he was in fact, on the way home, the music playing on the radio, wind blowing through his hair as he drove toward home, not exactly in the best mood Changkyun and Hyungwon had broken into his stash of ramen in his studio to purposefully annoy him, which it did. Not to mention, he deeply missed you all day, his phone battery dying on him, making him unable to call or text you whenever he could

Lately, he was feeling pretty needy and he just wanted to spend some good time with you, especially in bed

Having himself in his hand wasn’t going to do it

His goal for tonight was to eat his ramen that he thankfully had one left of at home and to spend a very good time with you at home

The sound of his keys jingled behind the front door. You got to your feet and embraced him into your arms before he could properly close the door

“Hi,” you looped your arms around his neck and pressed kisses to his lips

“Hey you,” he smiled into the kiss. You pulled away so he could set his belongings down, finally closing the door behind him

“Did you eat yet?”

“No, changkyun and Hyungwon ate my ramen at the studio,” he huffed, making your heart freeze in your chest. He walked past you, rubbing your arm sweetly and went to the closet, digging through to find it

“Uh, wonho?”

“Yeah?” his voice sweet, his eyes still looking through the organized closet, looking for the last pack

“I ate it…” His hands stopped searching and he stood there, turning to you with a dark gaze over his eyes, making a chill run down your spine as you hesitantly stood in the doorway of the kitchen

“But I’ll be-what’re you doing?”

He snatched your wrist in his hand and turned you, pinning you to the nearest wall, his hands pressing your wrists to the wall beside your head

“If I can’t eat ramen, I’ll just eat something else,” he said lowly, his face inching closer and closer until his lips were moving harshly against yours, his hands leaving your wrists and feeling up your body

He pushed his knee between your legs, rubbing against you just right

You brought your hands to the side of his head and neck, adjusting to the harshness of his lips, his tongue tasting your mouth

You hummed into his mouth, getting aroused, your body getting hotter feeling his leg between yours

He lifted you, still pressing you against the wall. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your clothed heat right above his crotch but you can feel the hardness poking you from below Wonho was strong

He didn’t need his hands to support you. One of his arms was reached up on the wall, the other making it’s way up beneath your shirt, his hand finding your breast

He kneaded you, pinching on your nipples as it hardened beneath his touch, your airy breaths huffing right into his ear with his mouth attached to you neck, nibbling and sucking harshly on your honey skin

You let out a high pitched whine when he found that one spot on your neck, his tongue working on it, turning you on even more

You steadied yourself on his shoulders, your hands rubbing up and down his broad and toned back, wishing he would just take it off already

Bringing his mouth back over to you, both your lips plush and red, he brought you to the living room couch where you lounged about earlier and practically all day today

The two of you flopped over onto the main couch, he hovered about you in between your legs, his hands hurrying to take off your shirt and his own, throwing them to the ground, not giving a care in the world

Wonho was starved, you could feel it with the way his hands and mouth roamed all over your body as if he was seeing and feeling it for the first time

Your hand never left his hair, your other holding the side of the pillow your head laid on, your hair spreading all over it

He looked up from where he was in between your legs, your eyes lightly closed and you seemed relaxed

To be honest, he wasn’t that frustrated with you, more annoyed with his members but now he got to complete part of his goals for tonight which was to spend time with you

And time he spent with you He hooked one arm around your thigh and pulled you down the couch, your cunt right in his face, his breath hot and tickling your heat

He started off slow, the feeling of his hand spread on your lower abdomen, the side of his thumb slowly flicking you sensitive nub had you moaning and humming

But out of nowhere, you let out a loud yep feeling his mouth attached to you, his tongue violently harassing your clit and his fingers scissoring inside of you

As much as you tried to close your legs around him, it was useless, especially with his arm looped around you

Your back was lifted on and off the couch repeatedly and the pleasure he was shooting through your body, your head pushed back into the pillows beside the other arm of the chair in, your hair getting tangled from turning it so often

Your moans soon became whines, urging him to continue, to go harder, faster with just his hand and mouth alone

But he did. Your juices coated his tongue no nicely, he took everything in, the beginning in satisfying his hunger

With your clit being so stimulated and your walls being stretched by his digits, you didn’t even realize he had unhooked his arm from your leg

Your moans echoed off the walls loudly, a knot tightening in your stomach, your toes curling as you got closer and closer to

Your high With his free hand, he pushed down his pants, enough to set his cock free. He pumped himself, spreading his precum as lubricant before he detached himself right before you came, shoving his cock balls deep inside

Your moan became a screaming help, your eyes shooting open only for them to be squeezed shot again. His arms and hands on both sides of you, propping himself up made the couch dip

With the way he held himself up, he was able to roll hips into yours at an ungodly pace, your high knocking the air out of you, your mouth hung wide open with your eyes still shut but no sound coming out

You pushed on his chest, trying to get him to stop but he was chasing his own high and he wanted you to think he was upset about his ramen It was just more fun this way

“WO-wonHO,” you cried, your once sensual moans now sobbing cries and whines as you pleaded for him to stop, but he wouldn’t

Your energy was being drained immensely and he was too strong

He was bottoming our inside of you, his hard cock rubbing and stretching you out perfectly, it didn’t take long for another high to crash through you, making you feel even weaker

You squeezed around him, your juices squirted out all over the couch as he pulled out, shooting his cum all over your torso and breasts You could feel your back already sticking to the leather of the couch, the leather creaking as he panted, leaning back to kneel on his feet on the couch, pumping his cock slowly, letting the last bits of his cum drip off his tip and hand onto your thighs and folds

Lazily, you dragged your hand and wiped up the cum that was spread on your skin and licked it off your fingers, the sight making him hard

“Y/n, come here,” he took your hand and pulled you up from the couch. He sat himself on the edge of it and sat you down faced up to him He gathered your hair into a ponytail in his hand and brought your mouth to his cock

He let out a sigh feeling your mouth not against the sides of his cock, the way your throat swallowed around his tip

You looked up to him with teary eyes, exciting him further

He set the pace by pushing on your head and pulling, his grasp on your hair readjusting every now and then

You sucked hard, lapping your tongue around his tip and, flicking your tongue up and down his slit, a smirk tugging on his lips

“We don’t take things that don’t belong to us, do we, Y/N?” He locked eyes with you and pushed you all the way down on his length, your hands bracing yourself on his knees

He brought your head back up but not entirely off of him then pushed you back down. He started off slowly, pushing himself all the way down you told your nose poked his pelvis

His grasp on you was tight as you diligently sucked him, a second high approaching him

He readjusted his grasp on your hair and scooted himself closer to the edge of the couch, spread his legs a bit wider

His cock hit the back of your throat harshly. You could feel the veins on the underside rubbing on your tongue

But it wasn’t enough for him He stood to his feet, your head still in his hands. He thrusted himself into your mouth, the angle allowing him to go even deeper, your throat so hot, it felt so good

Saliva dropped off your chin, your breaths unsteady as you did your best to breathe through your nose

You hummed as he went faster, the vibrations driving him crazy

He went faster and faster, chasing his high til he came, cumming down your throat, an airy curse falling from his lips

He bucked out of your mouth, the remaining bits of him drizzled onto your tongue He finally let go of you and sat back on the leather couch, the leather cool against his skin as you sunk down on the floor, gasping your air, your face a mess

“You didn’t let me finish,” you spoke, your voice raspy. “I was gonna say before you did all that that I was gonna buy some more tomorrow,” you planted resting your chin on the edge of the couch, a few beads of sweat lining your hair line

This made him laugh before he helped you to your feet and cleaning you off. To actually satisfy his hunger, he made his second favorite

brand of ramen but he did enjoy the taste of you

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mxblurps · 4 years

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in public

genre: boyfriend!wonho x fem!reader, fluff, a lot of smut

word count: 4.0k

summary: you and your boyfriend, wonho, always had a thing for public scenes. you were never shy and always tested to see how insane it would get. this place, was familiar yet new.

“baby, come on!” you shouted.

you and wonho had scheduled tonight as date night. it has been a while since you two have had the chance to go out and spend some time alone. the two of you were way too busy with work to have fun nights like these. so when you got the chance, you snatched it.

tonight you you chose to go out to your favorite restaurant. you had made a reservation for 7:30 pm, and it was about the time you would be heading out. if it wasn’t for your boyfriend staring at himself in the mirror, you would’ve been in the car leaving right now.

with the special occasion, you decided to wear a nice white dress that fit the curves of your body. you wore nude heels and a clear gloss on your lips. you hair was down with curls bouncing at the ends of them. as you were glancing at yourself in the mirror making sure everything was fine, wonho finally stepped out of your shared bathroom.

wonho was wearing nice khaki pants with a navy blue button down. he gelled his hair back, making sure his forehead was showing. he wore nice dress shoes and wore a few rings around his fingers. he had his sleeves rolled up just enough so you could see the tattoos on his arms. you were practically drooling at the sight in front of you.

“earth to y/n,” he chuckled.

“let’s go knucklehead, we have a reservation!” with that, you locked hands and headed towards the car.

the drive to the restaurant wasn’t that long, it was just around the corner. wonho finally found a parking spot in the busy lot and put the car in park. he rushed to get out of the car to head to your side and open the door for you. what a gentleman, you thought.

the two of you linked hands and found your way inside of the restaurant. the waitress grabbed menus, and escorted you to your table. the table was round and sat right by the window. the sun was setting and the two of you sat and enjoyed the view together as you waited.

“do we know what we want to drink?” the waitress asked.

“just water for now, please and thank you,” you answered.

as the waitress went to grab your waters, you two glanced at the menus to see what you would be getting for dinner.

“what are you thinking of getting, my beautiful angel?” he questioned.

you answered through a blush, “i think i’ll get spaghetti. what about you?”

“i was thinking of the same thing,” he smiled.

the waitress walked her way back to you and set the drinks on the table. “are you ready to order?”

“yes, please,” you said. “i think we’re both going to order the plate of spaghetti-i,” you stopped abruptly.

before getting dressed for dinner, wonho had suggested that you wore the underwear that hid a vibrator inside of it. you tried your best to fake a complaint, but deep down you were excited to wear it. the two of you always had a thing for doing things in public. as you got dressed you slipped it on, and that was the last you thought of it. the scenery of the restaurant and your handsome boyfriend in front of you had you in a trance. it wasn’t until he pressed the button on the remote in his pocket while you were ordering when you remembered.

you cleared your throat and continued. “i’m sorry about that. we each would like a plate of spaghetti, p-please.”

“would you like a basket of garlic bread as an appetizer before your meal?” she offered.

“that would be lovely,” you smiled and she walked away to place your order.

you took a minute to stare at your boyfriend who was sitting innocently across the table.

“was that necessary, i was talking.” you hissed.

“which is exactly why i did it, baby.”

you couldn’t help but forgive him. this type of thing was normal for you. you would always fake being angry with him, although he always knew you loved every moment he toyed with you. he owned you.

for the rest of the night, the two of you were sharing your enjoyment of the food with each other, having conversation, and fooling around with each other. wonho loved using the remote every time you were talking to the waitress. his motive was to see when and if you would break.

on your ride home he finally gave you a break. you drove around the city for a while, enjoying the views the sky gave you. from the pink and purple colors from the sunset, to the bright stars in the night sky. that’s one of many things the two of you shared a love for.

while driving, the two of you stopped to get ice cream and ate it in the car. while enjoying the ice cream, the radio was on and the two of you sang the songs that you knew together. you loved listening to wonho sing. he had such a beautiful voice. it is truly one of your favorite things about him.

the ice cream was gone, and you found yourself back in the parking lot of your apartment. wonho, once again, opened the door for you. he grabbed your hand and led the way to the front doors. you took your usual trip up the elevator and down the hall to your apartment.

as you entered through the front door you immediately walked straight to your bedroom. you flopped on the bed due to exhaustion from your long day. wonho could sense your exhaustion and helped you undress and helped you get ready for bed.

he first slid off your heels and placed them nicely with your other shoes. he then unzipped your dress and helped you shimmy it off of your body. he took off your undergarments and threw all of your clothes in the laundry basket.

wonho walked to the closet and got you one of his shirts to sleep in. he knew you slept best when you wore his clothes. he didn’t know why it was such a drastic change for you, but he accepted it because he loved seeing you wear his clothes. you were much smaller than he was so his shirt looked like a dress on you.

he then got ready for bed himself and slid into bed beside you. he laid beside you and leaned his head on his hand admiring your face. you two were facing each other while his other hand played with your hair to help put you to sleep for the night.

the next day when you woke up, you could smell and hear the fresh bacon sizzling in the kitchen. you smiled to yourself knowing it would be a good morning. you laid in bed contemplating when you wanted to get out of bed. you ended up forcing yourself to roll out of bed and head into the kitchen. you didn’t bother changing out of his shirt and only threw on some panties before you made your way out of the bedroom. finally opening the door, your smile grew bigger the closer you got to the kitchen.

“well good morning, my sunshine,” he spoke to you.

“good morning, my love. what are you cooking for breakfast?” you smiled while you rubbed your eyes adjusting to the light.

“just some bacon, hash browns, and eggs. you hungry?”

“not for what’s on the stove, but i’ll take some,” you winked.

wonho put the plate he made for you on the counter and slid it towards you. “just stuff your mouth with this for now,” he joked.

the two of you sat on the couch enjoying the food he had cooked and talked about whatever was going through your heads. you couldn’t help but stare at him here and there. he was wearing a white shirt that fit his muscles nicely. on his bottom half he wore grey sweatpants. you took in every detail of him.

looking up from his plate, wonho caught you staring and smirked to himself. he could see you were in your own world and he loved every second of it. he knew you were weak for him and he abused his power with you.

he suddenly moved off of the couch and took both of your plates too the kitchen.

“hey! i wasn’t done with that,” you hollered.

“for now you are,” he stated. you could feel the butterflies in your stomach and your face blush with a shade of pink.

wonho walked back over to the couch once he was done and picked you up. he carried you wedding style to the bedroom. you giggled as he picked you up, knowing what was to be expected.

as he walked into you into the room, he dropped you on the bed. you moved to where you had your head resting on the pillow and he moved to hover above you.

“so what was all of that staring for, babygirl?” he whispered next to your ear which sent chills down your spine.

he started kissing your jaw and down to your neck as he waited for your response. you couldn’t find it in you to speak, and you were only able to let out small moans.

“words,” he demanded.

“mm, you just look s-so good,” you whined.

once again, wonho smirked due to your actions. he loved knowing how your body worked and how easily you came undone for him.

“that’s it, baby,” he cooed.

he had his hands pinned next to your head as he maneuvered around you. he then moved one of them to your side to rub along your skin. he had moved your shirt up a bit to make it easier for him.

“please, please, please!” you begged.

“what is it, princess?” he asked. he knew exactly what you wanted, but played as if he knew nothing. his motive was to get every last word out of you.

“i need you inside of me, now.”

as you finished your pleading, wonho started to take his time to peel your clothes off. he was one for teasing, making sure you were begging for him before he even touched you.

“mm, baby, please!” you begged once again.

“only because you asked.”

wonho moved to unclasp your bra and threw it on the floor. for now, he decided to keep your panties on you. only scooting them to the side, wonho slid his finger up your slit.

“holy, shit,” you choked.

“my baby, so wet for me already and i barely touched you.”

all you were capable of doing was nodding your head, agreeing to his statement. he didn’t expect to get any other words out of you so he settled.

he then dipped his head down to get a taste. his favorite taste. your legs started to shake from the feeling. he was just starting with you, but you could feel the knot in your stomach forming. your hips were involuntarily grinding against his tongue, and he grounded his hands on them to halt the action. you didn’t care to complain since his tongue did wonderful things to you on its own.

“i-i,” wonho shushed you.

“i know you’re ready, baby. cum on my face.”

as he spoke, you were spreading your release all over his lips. he made sure he devoured every last drop of you. your legs twitched with every lick from over sensitivity, but you enjoyed every ounce of it.

wonho gathered your clothes off of the floor and attempted to help you put them back on. you tried to decline his help, but he insisted.

“i didn’t get to help you out!” you groaned, obviously annoyed.

“don’t worry about it, sweetheart, we have plenty of time.”

for the rest of your day the two of you just lounged around enjoying the last day of this weekend before having to go back to work.

at 6 am this morning you woke up annoyed. your alarm was blaring and you didn’t have any motivation to get up. you had a feeling that today would not be a good day.

when you finally rolled out of bed you decided it was time to start getting ready for work. once you were fully dressed and ready you walked your way into the kitchen to make some breakfast. you had checked the time and saw that you didn’t have that much time left until you had to leave so you settled with a bowl of cereal. when you finished eating you quickly put coffee into a to-go cup and left for work.

today was a slow day for work. you had nobody coming in and none of your favorite coworkers were here. it was morning time so the time seemed to go slower than normal. you couldn’t help but keep checking the clock to see if time had changed at all. all you wanted was to go home.

“hey, y/n?” your boss spoke.

“yes, sir?”

“do you have any work to do today?” he questioned.

“not that i know of, do you need anything?”

“i do not, thank you. i just came by to let you know you were allowed to go home early if you would like,” he stated.

you internally cheered to yourself. it was like your wishes had been heard.

your boss turned and walked away, and you quickly packed up your stuff to leave. you looked at the time and realized it was only 11:34 am. wonho was at work right now.

wonho works at the local gym in town. he is super big on staying fit and helping others. either he is running the place or being someone’s personal trainer. to others it would seem like a downgrading job, but it was his passion. and you loved that he was doing what he loves.

since you were done work early, you decided you would go see wonho and workout and workout while you were at it. you quickly drove home and got dressed for the gym. you threw on a pair of black biker shorts and a matching sports bra. you put on the shoes you worked out in on, grabbed your phone and keys, and left the house.

the drive to the gym wasn’t too far away so you were there in just a short amount of time. the closer you got the more butterflies you could feel in your stomach. yes, you have been dating wonho since high school, but those butterflies are always there as if you just met.

you arrived at the gym and parked your car in the first spot you could find. you grabbed your keys and phone and got out of the car. walking up to the front doors of the gym, you couldn’t help but have the biggest grin on your face. you were so excited to surprise him at work.

as you walked in the girl at check in smiled and waved, already knowing who you were.

“do you know where he is?” you asked.

“i believe he’s in his office right now,” she answered.

“thank you!” you waved bye.

you walked up to his door and knocked. you patiently waited for him to come and open the door. excitement sat in your stomach as you waited.

the door finally opened and you jumped, “hello!” wonho quickly pulled you in his arms and laughed at your cute expression.

“what are you doing here?” confusion written all over his face, but he was absolutely happy no matter the reason.

“my boss let me out early, we’re having a slow day,” you explained. “i figured i could stop by and say hi, as well as get a little bit of a workout in.”

a smile plastered on his face. “well you have fun, baby. i have an appointment,” he looked down at his watch, “right about now actually. i’ll let you workout and i’ll come find you when i’m done?”

you nodded at his suggestion. he pulled you in and kissed you on your forehead. he walked towards the front desk to wait as you walked towards the equipment.

the first place you went to were the stairs, you wanted to workout and look good for wonho at the same time. it has been a couple minutes in, and although you were focused on your workout, you could feel his eyes burning into your skin.

wonho knew his appointment would be walking through the door at any second, but he couldn’t help but keep his eyes on you. you were highly attractive to him, always, but in this setting he felt weak in the knees. you were investing in his passion as if it was your own. he could see the concentration on your face along with the sweat tracing your hairline. your skin was shimmering under the lights as sweat glistened over it. he adored the sight in front of him. he wished he could see this at work every day.

“wonho?” your appointment spoke.

“oh, yes, hello,” he greeted and smiled.

he led the way for his appointment to a certain place in the gym. he was helping the person work on certain parts of his body that he wanted to work more on. wonho helped him to the best of his ability while also making sure to tell him which workouts would benefit him best.

wonho continued to help the gentleman out, but whenever he could steal a chance to look at you, he did. he didn’t know what it was, but something was different. he ate up every bit of you. he loved seeing you so focused and so worked out.

sooner than later, his appointment had finished up and he was free of appointments for the rest of the day. he quickly found where you were, like he said, and stormed over to you. you had headphones in so he tapped your shoulder so that way he didn’t frighten you.

you took one bud out and gave him a questioning look. he pulled on your wrists hinting at you to follow his lead. his pace was quick as he walked towards his office but you were able to keep up.

in one swift move he opened his door and pulled you in front of him for you to go in before him. as soon as he was inside of the room, he shut the door and pinned your body up against it. he had his hands on your waist and you could feel his breath fan over your lips due to the close proximity.

“look at what you did to me,” he glanced down for you to follow. you could see a solid outline of his cock through his shorts.

“you walk around here in these tight shorts and bra and expect me to keep calm?” he rhetorically asked.

as he was done talking his lips were quick to latch onto your neck. as soon as he made contact, his first move was to mark you up. he was going to make sure that as soon as you walked out of here everyone would know what happened behind this door.

you had no words for what was happening and your only reaction were the moans escaping through your lips.

he suddenly moved his mouth away and moved his hands to his waistband. you knew exactly what he was getting at so you moved yourself to the floor. the carpet was itchy on your knees but you didn’t care at the moment. all you were worried about was pleasing him.

as he pulled down his shorts he also pulled his boxers with. once they were both down far enough, his cock sprung free. your mouth was open and you could feel the drool pooling at the corners of your mouth. he was fully hard and you could see the vein that ran underneath. the tip was an angry shade of red and he was pulsating.

“suck,” he demanded.

you knew that you two didn’t have that much time until someone came knocking so you swiftly wrapped your lips around him. you started with a slow pace to adjust to his size but you were quick to pick it up. you bopped your head up and down making sure to go as deep as possible. reaching all the way down to his base was a challenge but you always managed to relax yourself and reach it. as soon as wonho felt you relax, he gripped a fist full of hair and starting forcing himself down your throat. you stopped all movements and let him have full control.

wonhos thrusts were starting to falter and you knew he was close. as soon as his thrusts starting to tremble he was quick to pull out of your mouth.

“the desk, now,” he demanded yet again, pointing a finger to said desk.

you made your way over to his desk as fast as you could making sure to pull down your shorts and panties as you got there. after doing so, you bent yourself over the side of his desk already knowing he would’ve told you to do so.

“mm, my baby is so wet, hm?” he mewled while swiping a finger up your slit. the movement caused your entire body to shiver under him.

neither of you cared to prepare yourself for him. he instantly slid himself inside of you. he paused for a second for you to adjust to him as well as taking a moment to feel you. once he knew you were ready he started pumping himself in and out of you. in the moment you couldn’t care less if someone could hear you. all you could think about was the feeling of wonho stretching you out.

the idea of being caught by someone excited you even more. at that thought, you were quick to clench around him, the action causing wonho to groan.

wonho quickened his pace, his intentions to make you cum as soon as possible. he lifted you slightly and wrapped his arm around your front to circle his fingers around your clit.

with the feeling of him inside of you and the pressure on your clit, you were sure you would fall apart at any moment now. the knot in your stomach tightened with each thrust he took.

“cum,” he blurted his final command. and with that, your legs were shaking as your wetness drenched his cock. you could feel your juices drip down your leg, and wonho could feel the same. you could feel goosebumps jump all over your body.

soon after, you could feel wonhos thrusts start to shake. he was getting sloppy with just wanting to reach his own finish. you could feel the over sensitivity hit as you started to push back against him to help him, but you were more concerned with assisting him. he started cursing out moans as his high hit him.

“oh-h fuck, baby,” he moaned.

wonho pushed as deep inside of you as he could and came. you could feel the hot strings of cum hitting your walls nicely. your bodies relaxed together, finally calming down from the activity.

“thank you, my love,” he cooed into your ear.

he eventually slowly pulled out of you, and you winced at the sudden emptiness. the two of you pulled your clothes back on and pulled yourself together before walking out of the door. you helped fix his hair and he wiped away the sweaty strands sticking to your face.

“i hope you have a good rest of your day, baby,” you teased.

“oh, it’s a great day already,” he winked.

you made sure you had everything before kissing him goodbye. you opened up the door to his office and walked towards the front doors to leave.

“did you two have fun,” the girl at the front desk said teasingly.

“what do you think?” you laughed.

you went home and showered due to everything that had happened today. you settled down on the couch once you were done cleaning yourself. you waited for wonho to be done work and come home as you watched tv.

you were in for a fun night.

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