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❖ Monsta X, Wonho x gender neutral reader

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One of my friends is having a rough time so this is for them hehe

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WONHO X M.READER

SMUT//PWP

Word count: ~700

TW: sexual themes, language, daddy kink, unprotected sex (wrap that shit up, y’all!), oral sex (male receiving), lots of bodily fluids.

You wake up groggy as you hear the sound of a shower shutting off. Looking over at the clock, you assume that Wonho must have just finished showering after his routine, early morning workout.

Your realization is confirmed as you roll over towards the bathroom and see him in nothing but a towel. Taking a second to admire every inch of his fit body, you can't help but bite your lip at the thought that he's all yours.

"Like what you see?" Wonho says to you, quickly snapping you out of your trance.

Without even giving a verbal answer, you get out of bed, closing the distance between you, and immediately press against his hard, glistening body with a deep kiss. You give his ass a firm slap as you hear him take a swift, shallow breath.

"I'll take that as a yes," he teases and you begin to break away from his lips and trail kisses down his still damp chest. You continue all the way down to his hardening cock, slide his towel down, and slowly lick up and down the side of his dick as you feel his body tense from pleasure.

As he fully hardens, you take his entire length into your mouth while grabbing onto his firm ass to pull him even deeper into your mouth. You pick up the pace, sending him to cloud nine with his head thrown back and breath quickening.

Knowing just how to send him over the edge, you slowly trail your thumb from the base of his balls, past his taint, all the way to his puckered asshole. Slipping your long, slender thumb inside is all he needs for his hips to stutter. You feel his body tense as he shoots a massive load deep into your throat.

You swallow every drop and get up off your knees to lead him over to the bed. Wonho tries to position himself to take you, but you shake your head. "Not-uh. Right now is all about you, daddy."

Pushing him down onto his back, you once again lock into a deep kiss as he starts to stroke your still hard dick. You pull back a bit, starting to trace your cock over his entrance, knowing how much he hates being a teased.

"Please, just fuck me," he says through gritted teeth I'm anticipation of what's coming.

Deciding to give him just what he wants, you run the precum from both of your cocks over yours and finally begin to slowly enter his tight ass. The moan he lets out is enough to almost send you over the edge, but you aren't ready just yet and you keep pressing on.

"Fuuuuuck, your ass feels so good, daddy," you moan as your pace quickens. You look down and see that he's begun to stroke his own cock, trying to match your strides and pace to cum at the same time you do.

You both are in a complete state of euphoria as you feel your orgasm building and building. "I'm gonna cum..." You manage to say as your breathing gets more shallow. "Me too," he replies as your bodies continue to move as one.

With one final push, you unload yourself into his ass, filling him up so much that cum starts to leak out around your glistening cock. At the same time, he shoots his own load onto his chest with a huge moan.

After pulling out, you lean down to lick his dick clean and do the same with his chest, making sure to get every last drop. You swallow and look at Wonho with hazy eyes as he takes in the sight of you licking him clean.

It was so hard to sleep without him by your side. You wondered if he was okay, if he had eaten and if he was properly taking care of himself. Tonight it was just too hard.

You laid curled up on your side, phone pressed to your ear and bottom lip caught between your teeth as you listened to the ringing. The ringing ceased and a wave of relief washed over you when you heard his voice.

“Baby? What are you doing up so late, my love?”

You couldn’t help the tears that rolled down your face and onto the pillow as you took a shaky breath.

“Hoseok I miss you. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, couldn’t sleep… I needed to hear your voice…”

You spoke softly into the voice and he could hear the sadness in it — it broke his heart. He felt a pull at his own heartstrings, having to stop himself from tearing up as well.

“I know baby, I miss you too. But this is for the best, remember? I wasn’t going to let you stay here and give up your dream. And it’s only temporary…”

“But I can’t sleep. I’m always thinking about you. I can’t focus. I wanna go back…”

“No. You’re gonna stay there and finish school and then you can come back home.”

The tears flowed and you choked back a sob.

“What if you don’t want me by then…?”

At that moment he felt his heart break. How could you not know that his love for you was unwavering? It was hard for him too, but he wouldn’t crack.

“I’m counting down the days until you come back. I’ll be waiting for you until I have you in my arms again. It hurts me too, not being able to hold you and kiss you and just love on you. I miss my baby. But we have to be strong, can you do that for me?”

You nodded, fully aware that he couldn’t see you. You tried to get yourself together, taking another shaky breath as you nodded again and finally responded.

“I’ll be strong.”

“Good. Now you need to go to sleep, my love. You’ll have to work hard tomorrow so we can be together sooner.”

You whisper out a soft “Okay” before relaxing your body a bit, pulling the blanket over your body and taking a minute to calm yourself down.

“Can we stay on the phone until I fall asleep? You don’t have to say anything I just… I wanna know that you’re there…”

“Don’t,” 

In his head he was louder, braver, even. But tears race down reddened cheeks, a stiffled sob of a cry bursting past strained lips as every part of his world breaks piece by little piece. 

He never thought freedom would be so terrifying, the so-called sins of his hidden past miraculously liberating him from bullshit contracts, silver screens, and little white lies. 

He doesn’t beg and he doesn’t whine, but he makes sure to never swallow his pride and remembers that these broken pieces will come back again, together and stronger than ever. 

The sins of his hidden past try to drag him one last time, their pathetic little lies nothing but a nuisance everyone will very soon forget, 

wonho can’t help the giggle that escapes him as you peck his lips once more.

“isn’t this the greatest motivator for exercise you’ve ever had?” you ask, watching as he does another sit up.

[08:27 PM]

A little slice of heaven is what it feels like to be in Wonho’s arms. To others, the sheer size of his muscle and the way they wrap around you might seem intimidating; but to you, they feel safe and secure. His musky scent engulfs you; the lingering smell of salt and sweat leaves an aftertaste in your mouth, but paired with his cologne somehow makes him so sultry.

You sigh, your head resting gently against his chest. Wonho feels like your favorite throw blanket on the coldest of winter nights. He’s strong yet gentle, his touch almost hesitant at times—hovering as though he risks breaking you. But you know he would never; not with the soft smolder of his eyes when he stares at you so lovingly, his entire world. His angel. Not with the way his hushed words are so carefully chosen on the tip of a nervous tongue, or the way his lips press against your forehead or cheek, feather-light.

If you’re an angel, his angel, then Wonho is definitely your heaven.

He stares down at you, the love in his eyes melting his entire expression into liquid honey. “Comfy?” He muses, and you sleepily nod against his chest.

You feel yourself dozing off against him; his heartbeat the most serene sound in the world, the best music to your ears. His chest reverberates beneath you as he begins to hum softly, the sound echoing soothingly in your ear and complementing the pace of his heart that beats beyond his chest.

Wonho stares down at you so tenderly. You’re only aware that you’re truly falling asleep when he lifts his hand and begins to softly stroke your hair. Somewhere between wake and sleep—you’re aware of Wonho pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. 

“Sleep well, my angel,” he murmurs, breath tickling the hairs at the top of your head.

“I object!”

The words played on a loop in your head along with the scene of a hundred shocked faces when the words rang out. The heads of every guest and yourself spun to find the culprit. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t praying for someone to put a stop to this charade and the ridiculous arranged marriage you had been forced into, but you never imagined it would be him. 

Clad in a leather jacket and ripped skinny jeans, his boots echoed in the hall as he made his way down the center aisle, still shouting. 

“I object,” he said again once he was in front of you, grabbing your hand.

You had been dating Hoseok for the better part of two years. In your opinion, there was no love comparable to the one you two shared. But when you had told him about the arranged marriage your parents were forcing you into and begged him to run away with you, he refused. You listened absolutely heartbroken as he ended your relationship, claiming that your soon-to-be fiance would be better suited for you and that he could give you more. 

He knew you didn’t care about any of that, but he didn’t give you time to argue before walking out of your life. Six months passed and you went through with the arranged meetings with your new fiance and all the wedding planning with a fake plastered on smile. All the while your heart was hardening bit by bit with each dress you tried on and each cake you tasted. 

Doomsday as your referred to your impending wedding day had come and shook and held back tears while you tried not to throw up as you stood at the altar. You saw your life slipping more and more away until those two words changed everything. 

‘I object!’

Now wrapped in messy sheets in a cheap motel room, you can’t help the smile that graces your lips as you watch Hoseok doze in your arms, his breath tickling your neck as you play with his hair. 

“I can feel you staring at me,” he says, eyes still closed.

When you don’t answer, he opens his eyes, peering at you from beneath his long lashes. 

“What’s wrong?” Worry flashes across his face. “Are you having second thoughts? Do you not want to do this? Do you want to go bac-?”

You bring a finger to his lips and hush him.

“Kiss me.”

“You wouldn’t, right?”

He couldn’t. Yet the words that were once so effortlessly spoken, now the hardest goodbye he would ever declare. The words are faint in his breath, breaking his heart piece by little piece in the harshest way possible. Tears stain rosy cheeks and sobs leave quivering lips, his next four words somehow confirming the unwanted departure, an unjust goodbye,