I’m sorry for the delayed post sweetie. I hope you are feeling better 🖤

Warning: NSFW

The room was bathed in a soft, golden glow from the plethora of candles that were scattered over virtually every surface. That light kissed his smooth skin, settling deep in the rivets and muscles of his perfect body. You were almost jealous of the way the beams were able to touch him: softly and intimately in the most sensual of ways. Reaching out, you traced a shadow that curved around his heart and down the middle of his broad chest. He sighed at your delicate touch as you trailed your fingers lower until they came to rest on his abdomen, only a few inches away from where you were bound to his body.

You rode him languidly, savoring every push and pull of your body against his. There was a delicious burn that pulsed through you with every shift, and you felt your resolve breaking with each passing second. Seeing the edge creeping closer, you braced yourself against him in an effort to bring you both to your desired ends.

He felt you picking up speed and the hands that were resting on your thighs moved to help. One reached towards your apex and started to strum against your sensitive clit, while the other reached around to grab a handful of your ass. The latter helped you swing your hips, taking some of the aches away from your shaking thighs.

The feeling of his fingers playing with you coupled with the stretch that came with being so full of him sent stars flying behind your eyes. You threw your head back as a high-pitched whine crawled its way out of your throat, but Hoseok wasn’t too fond of the view.

“Look at me baby,” he moaned out, practically begging to maintain eye contact with the love of his life. You complied instantly, never able to deny him anything. Your eyes locked onto his and you swore you could see galaxies and histories in them. You saw all the colors of the universe in vivid shades of purple, blue and gold. Written in the sparkling masses you saw love stories that stood the test of time, emanating into the passionate embrace of the desire that surrounded you both.

You saw the connections between Persephone and Hades, Hadrian and Antinous, and Odysseus and Penelope— coming to realize that even the mythos of old couldn’t compare to how you felt about Hoseok.

He knew your mind, body, and soul like a map that he had studied for hours. That intimate, consuming knowledge had him feeling all your emotions the moment your eyes looked into his starry ones. He felt your love, your lust, and even your slight sadness at the realization that you two couldn’t stay like this forever. Hoseok could see your dreams and hopes, all of them ending with both of you holding each other with a smile on your faces.

The intense gazes brought you closer to the edge than before. It seemed like all he had to do was look at you and your body unraveled under his eyes and hands. Never looking away, you came hard and fast, your velvet walls fluttering around him in a way to coax him into completion. He wasn’t far behind as he spilled into you as your hips continued to rock against him.

It was raw, primal, and passionate as you both glowed with a post-orgasmic light that shined brighter than the candles washing over your bodies. It was like you and him were becoming one with the stars and the tales, solidifying a bond that radiated true love.

“I love you,” he whispered as he watched you come down, shining brighter than the cosmos themselves.

Part 1 -- Part 2 -- Part 3 -- Part 4 -- Part 5 -- Part 6 -- Part 7 -- Part 8 -- Part 9  --- Part 10 -- Part 11 

The rest of the date went well. The flirting was prominent, and sarcasm was flung at every turn, just the way you liked it.

“Oh, I was going to bring something up to you last week and I totally forgot.” Wonho said as you guys were riding the ferris wheel.

“And what’s that?” you asked him.

“There’s a charity Overwatch tournament happening.  Different celebrities from all over the country are going to get together on teams and raise money for charity.  My team has an open spot and I wanted to know if you wanted to fill it before we asked anyone else.”

“Really?!” you asked, excited about doing another Overwatch tournament, especially one for charity.

“Absolutely.  It makes sense.  You’re the best player I’ve seen and it’s another excuse to see you more. I’m all for that.  We’ll have a few practices all together, and then we’ll play online when we can before the tournament.” he admitted.

“Tell me the dates so when I get home I can make sure I’m available, but I’m in.  Who else is on the team.”

Genre: Angst then fluff

Word count: 932

Request: Can I get a Wonho scenario? Something angst at first but then fluff.

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Wonho woke up on the hard and cold surface of the dance studio. He turned to see you leaning against the wall fast asleep. He felt guilt run through his body as he recalled the events from last night. Although you were right he had refused to listen to you.

The day before

“Come on Wonho lets go get lunch with the boys. You’ve been practicing for hours now.” Y/N said.

“I can’t right now. I still don’t have this dance down. I’m behind everyone else right now. Food is the last thing I’m worried about.”

All you did was shake your head and walk out of the room. You and him have had conversations similar to this before and it never escalated, you just let him be and went about your day. He should have known that one day you would say something more; that you would try and make him realize the damage he was doing was doing to himself.

It was only an hour later that you came back and left a bag of food for him on the floor of the dance studio and left without saying anything. That’s when he should have realized something was off, but he was too busy trying to focus on the dance. The stupid dance.

A few hours later you opened the door of the dance studio and called out for Wonho when there was no answer you walked in and saw the food still where you left. That was it for you. You needed to say something before he really hurt himself. You tried calling out to Wonho over the music being played but he heard nothing so you walked over to the laptop and stopped the music. That finally got his attention.

“Y/N stop I’m trying to practice right now.” He started walking over to you and the laptop.

“Yeah Wonho you’ve been practicing for the past 24 hours. You need some rest. You didn’t even eat the food I brought you!

“I get that you’re worried but I’m fine, okay.” He started reaching for the laptop.

You grabbed his arm before he could touch it. “No Wonho! It is not okay to be starving and over working yourself! So can you just stop and listen to me for once! I’m worried.”

He stared at you in surprise for a split second before yanking his arm out of your grasp. Now it was your turn to be surprised. His sudden force and harsh tone was something you weren’t used to. It wasn’t the Wonho you knew.

“Stop being difficult-“

“No Y/N! You’re the one that is being complicated. You keep getting in my way and I’ve been putting up with it but I can’t anymore. Just get out.”

Everything he was saying was stabbing you in the heart and twisting the knife over and over again. You knew what he was saying wasn’t true, but that didn’t stop it from hurting.

“Wonh- “

“Get out!”

So, you did you turned around and walked out with tears running down your face. You walked to bathroom and wiped your tears then walked back out and made your way back to the dance studio. You refused to leave him no matter what he said to you.

Wonho POV

When she walked back in I noticed her red eyes and puffy face. It made feel like crap. I basically treated her like crap so I deserved this. I asked what she was doing in here again but she said nothing. She went and sat against the wall and stayed quiet. She barely looked at me. The more I kept practicing the more I felt like complete trash. So, I stopped and sat on the floor until I dozed off.

 Present

I was looking at her from across the room. It looked like she cried more after I fell asleep. The pain I was feeling in my chest was unbearable. She didn’t deserve to be treated the way I treated her. It was out of line and I don’t know what came over me.

I got up and went to sit beside her. She looked exhausted even while she was asleep, but yet she was still beautiful and I planned on telling her that and a thousand other things once she woke up.

After another hour of sitting there and glancing at her every so often she began to wake up. Her eyes slowly opened and met mine.

“I love you Y/N.” That was the first thing I needed her to know. I needed her to know that after everything I said I still loved her.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that I acted like an idiot last night. I was frustrated and took it out on you. I’m so sorry. None of it was true. I actual enjoy when you nag at me to sleep and eat and rest because it shows me that you care and I need that in my life. I’m sorry again.”

I was surprised when she smiled at me and took my hand in hers.

“I know you didn’t mean what you said. That’s the first time we’ve had a fight like this and honestly, I know you’ll feel like shit about this for forever so that reassures me a little, but next time please listen to me and the other boys. We just want what’s best for you.”

She gave me a quick kiss before saying I love you back and pulling me closer to her.

“Thank you Y/N.”

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Hoseok is a switch. He isn’t simply a sub or dom, rather he will switch between the two. Sometimes he will make you call him daddy and fuck you hard into your mattress. Other times he will want you to take him over completely and make him squirm. Either way, you will be wholly satisfied.

Hoseok is kinky as hell. Hoseok arguably has the most kinks out of all the members. He is into everything from A to Z, from age-play to zappers, and he will open a whole new world for you. While he is always open for vanilla sex, it’s the daring stuff that gets him going.

Hoseok is into body worship. Tell him how perfect and wonderful his body is and he will have you screaming out in pleasure. He will return the favor and make you feel like you are made of the most beautiful marble. Tender caresses, well-placed love bites, and sighs against sweaty skin are his mediums.

Hoseok is willing to share. With your consent, Hoseok would love to explore the possibility of three, four, and sometimes even more-somes. One of his fantasies is seeing you in the throwes of passion with someone else, spurring not only his lust but also his well-hidden jealousy.

Hoseok will keep you on your toes. Being with Hoseok in bed is a constant change and adventure. There is a sense of excitement that always comes with that fire behind his shining eyes. When he gets that look you know that you’re in for a long yet good time.

Hoseok will spend hours on foreplay. The amount of edging and overstimulation will almost make you pass out before he even enters you fully. His tongue and fingers will have you crying out into the overheated room, begging for either more or for mercy.

Hoseok will pamper you after. When you’ve both come down from your highs Hoseok will make sure that you are well taken care of. He understands how pivotal a cool down is during a workout, and he considers making you come undone over and over as his favorite form of cardio. 

Here you go!

Warning: Angst, angst, angst.

The shopping bags were long forgotten, visual memories of what you tried to convince yourself could have been. They glared at you outside of their baby blues and blush pink wrappings as if they blamed you for the mess on the bed. You told yourself that maybe, just maybe, you could make this work. Elaborate plans to tell Hoseok were in place and everything seemed to work in your favor as you purchased little bundles to start off your descent into motherhood. A plush onesie, stuffed animals, and a delicate silver rattle distracted you up until you returned home and there was a message waiting for you.

In actuality it wasn’t a message, it was a threat.

There, stark in contrast against your white sheets, was a little red box. Inside was a delicate necklace with a dainty hexagon pendant. In any other instance it was beautiful, but you knew that it was much more insidious than it looked. As the daughter of a mafia boss and the fiancé to another, there was an inherent sense of knowledge that constantly plagued you. 

That sense of knowledge wasn’t even necessary to understand that the piece was a threat. It was the note that came with it that was the true source of your fear. 

Congratulations on your growing family. Love, Suho.

Those seven words felt like seven consecutive daggers in your body. From head to toe, you felt that icy tinge of fear take over. It was as if the dagger wounds were spilling out all the blood in your system, soon nothing would be left except for terror. You were reminded that this is the life you chose, but you’d be damned if you brought your baby into it.

You weren’t innocent, but it was. 

At this point, there was only one thing you could do no matter how bad it would destroy you. 

-x-

“Babe?” Hoseok called out, knocking on your door and expecting you to open it with a smile. All-day he imagined your face, craved your lips, and needed your touch. He was on edge and you were the only thing that would fix him. 

He waited patiently, ticking down the seconds in an almost child-like manner. He knocked once more, eagerly waiting for the door to open. Bouncing on his toes, he knocked a third time. This time around he got a bit antsy, knowing that you were home based on the fact that your car was in the driveway. He knocked a fourth time and it was then that he decided to avoid propriety and simply open the door himself. 

Something felt wrong when he tried to turn the knob and met resistance. Your door was never, ever locked and there was an immediate pang of anxiety in Hoseok’s chest. He jiggled the knob, and when that proved to be futile he slammed his shoulder into the door. Garnering some attention from his men, Hoseok continued to slam into your locked door as Hyunwoo and Jooheon ran around the corner to investigate the noise. 

“Boss?” Hyunwoo asked, but he was pointedly ignored as his employer frantically tried to break through a heavy oak door. 

One well-placed hit had the door cracking, followed by a powerful kick and it was completely breaking apart at the hinges. Hoseok rushed inside the dark room, fear and anxiety completely taking him over. Jooheon and Hyunwoo followed him in, guns at the ready as they cleared the corners of the room. 

Through the darkness they could tell that nothing was out of place, and yet everything was wrong. It wasn’t tossed or disheveled, but it looked like no one ever lived there in the first place. All your photo frames were missing along with the plush teddy he gave you. Your jacket was missing from the hooks next to the closet, and through the open door, they could see that most of your clothes were gone as well. The room looked like how it did before you moved in. It felt like Hoseok was stepping into a time machine and he felt like the world was crashing down at the sight. 

“Search it,” he growled to the men behind him as he started tossing the pristine room. “There’s no way she just left on her own.” His voice was broken as he flipped the mattress like it was a ragdoll. Every muscle in his body was tense as he looked for a clue as to why you seemed to vanish.

“Boss!” Jooheon cried, bringing out a crumpled piece of paper from the bathroom. “This was in the trash can.” Handing it over to his clearly distressed mentor, Jooheon felt that dread that comes with inevitable doom. He knew that everything was about to shift— power plays were about to be made and his boss was about to light a match to watch the world burn.

Hoseok took the small slip of paper and immediately unraveled the mess. He saw the neat scrawl and felt a mixture of confusion and elations. However, both of those were overshadowed by pure fury and rage unlike anything he’d ever felt before. He crumpled the paper in his fist as he began to shake with rage. The room spun and turned red, even his loyal men began to look like targets as he felt that noose tighten around his heart. His breathing became shallow and it took all his energy to stay upright and address them. 

Here you go, baby.

Warning: Smut

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“Did you know that ‘Do You Want to Build a Snowman?’ sounds just like ‘Papa, Can You Hear Me?’”

You stopped stirring the pot and turned around to your boyfriend. He was nonchalantly setting the table as if he wasn’t currently spitting off random, useless facts that he got from Marvel movies. 

“Also did you know that gamma rays have the smallest wavelengths?”

Turning back to your food prep, you grabbed the ladle once more and continued to turn the bubbling blood with a small smile on your face. You didn’t say anything, but the air in the room was comfortable as you kept cooking.

“Ooooh,” he said as his tone took a giddy tone. “Also technically going back in time doesn’t necessarily change the future?”

That was the straw that broke the camels back and there was nothing you could do to control the laugh that spilled out of your mouth. “Babe,” you giggled, “You’ve got to stop having MCU marathons.”

“What else am I supposed to do? I’ve seen literally every movie in existence.” He groaned, taking the silverware and arranging them in a way that was visually appealing but virtually useless. Being a mortal, he always worked hard to make everything seem normal for the two of you, even if it meant dirtying up dinnerware. He wouldn’t use it anyway, but the gesture was appreciated.

Counting down movies in your head, you tried to remember which ones you’d seen with him and which ones you hadn’t. “Annie Hall?” You asked, not remembering if you’d seen it with him or not.

“Your mom and I watched it together. It was the day you got your wisdom teeth out.” The cups came next as he created an almost perfect setting for you two.

“No wonder I don’t remember that. How about Sabrina?” The pot was simmering and you knew that it was close to being done. Just a few more moments and you could get your meal started.

“The old one or the remake?”

“Both. Can you bring me your bowl?” you asked, taking a few more turns of the bubbling red liquid.

In an instant he was next to you with the bowl, handing it over as he placed a cool arm over your shoulders. “Yes and yes. Although Julia does not compare to Audrey in anyway, shape, or form.”

You groaned out at his words as if he was talking dirty to you in the best of ways. “God I love you.”

He chuckled and placed a tender kiss on your temple as you gave him a hearty serving. His cool lips were a contrast against the heat from the stove and it felt wonderful. The arm around your shoulders tightened and he pressed closer like your own personal A/C unit. There was an immediate comfort in his presence and every nerve in your body was trained on him. “I love you too.” His voice got slightly huskier, and your close proximity was almost stifling. 

Suppressing a shudder, you began to rack your brain for more movies to potentially lighten the heavy mood. Several comedies were on the tip of your tongue but you began to add proverbial ticks to each of them. Every single historical fiction and science fiction movie was a bust. Action movies were his favorite so every single title that popped into your head popped away just as fast. You began to think of more sensual movies, but even those didn’t make the cut. One particular title stood out amongst the rest, but it was a risk to even ask him especially considering your close proximity and the hold he had over your entire being. However, your body had other ideas and before you could stop yourself the title came tumbling out of your lips like water over a waterfall. “Basic Instinct?”

“Hmm,” he mumbled as he continued to press against you. “Isn’t that the erotic thriller with Sharon Stone?” You nodded your head in confirmation, but all rational thoughts flew out the window when his other hand came to rest on your hip. “Isn’t that the film where Catherine tries to seduce Nick by showing that she has no panties on?” 

His words were punctuated by the sly movement of his body against yours. He subtly moved to stand behind you, effectively trapping you between him and the stove. The arm around your shoulder came around and rested across your stomach while the caviler hand on your waist got bolder. He reached down and cupped your tender core, causing you to quietly gasp and arch against him. His hand felt cold through your thin leggings, and the mix of heat and chill had you shivering almost instantly. 

His fingers rubbed delicately through the layers of fabric, causing you to feel jolts of ecstasy but not enough to satisfy. The pot and bowl were forgotten as he began to walk you two backward away from the kitchen and into the open living room. If it wasn’t for his arm around your waist your knees would have given out the moment his fingers slipped under the waistbands of your leggings and panties. Honed in on the parts of you that make you come undone, Hoseok’s skilled digits began to swirl around your clit in a tantalizing way. 

“You’re so wet for me baby,” he groaned as he nuzzled his face in your neck. He moved you so you were now trapped between him and the back of the couch. A particularly hard circle had you crying out and reaching to grab the cushions to steady yourself. He was making your head swim with just the simplest of movements. 

These simple gestures turned into more aggressive teasing when one of his long digits slipped in between your folds and began slowly thrust in and out of you. Soon another finger followed and you were crying out into the heated air. They quickly found that patch of nerves inside of you and stars danced behind your eyes as your toes curled in wonderment. At the same time you felt his fangs drag across the juncture of your neck before lightly nipping you. “Fuck, Hoseok!” you cried, clenching the sofa with tense knuckles. The pain on your neck mixed with the pleasure of his fingers had you coming quickly.

“That’s it baby,” he cooed, licking up the small beads of blood that dripped from the tiny marks on your neck. Hoseok held you as you rode out your high against his fingers, practically thrashing against his strong body. Once your breathing began to slow down his fingers eased up, but rather than move out of your bottoms they simply began to push the offending fabric down to completely expose you to him. You were sticky and glistening as he completely moulded your pliable body into a position that had him itching for another taste of you. 

Turning you around, he lifted you to sit on the back of the couch and stood in between your awaiting legs. “What we do now is fuck like minks, forget the rugrats, and live happily ever after,” he whispered against your mouth before pulling you into a passionate kiss. His fangs lightly nipped your bottom lip enough to have you moaning against him but not enough to draw more blood. Despite your wonderful taste, he’d never force you to let him feed off of you.