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anonymous asked:

Monsta X Wonho or GOT7 Jackson ๐Ÿ’•

AHHHH I’ll do both cos I’m having fun ☺️

Monsta X Wonho

First impression: Uhhh this man is ripped and shirtless what do I do (Hero era man, wild)

Favourite era: UHHHH AM I THIRSTY IF I SAY FIGHTER OR HERO??? I’m ;;; a person of simple pleasures wow

Favourite thing: He’s a soft giant and it’s so cute :( The way he interacts with his members is just… it just brings joy to my life.

Got7 Jackson

First impression: I literally saw him on Afterschool first with Mark so… I thought he was genuinely wild but hey!! Was I wrong? 😂

Favourite era: HARD CARRY!!

Favourite thing: This is a little thing but I love how dramatic he acts, especially when he gets rejected or when someone disagrees with him 😂 It’s just a cute thing that lightens up the mood

Thank you anon~, I hope this post wasn’t too long! 💕

anonymous asked:

hello! i just found your blog today and i really spent the entire day going through everything lmao i am absolutely obsessed with your writing and was wondering if you could do a piece on wonho bottoming for his gf? short or long, it doesn’t matter, i just really want to read something put in your words omg

Hmmmm, I’ve never done this so I hope this is what you were looking for 🖤

Warnings: NSFW, explicit smut, sub!Wonho, pegging, language. Pretty much everything that will destroy Jazz @prinzelee​


Originally posted by wonhobe

Hoseok made the prettiest noises in bed. 

When he was dominating you he was all growls and deep groans. He loved dirty talk and bending your body in ways that forced him deep inside of you. You loved when he shoved you onto your bed and had his way with you. He’d edge you on, deny you, and torture you slowly until you were a whimpering mess underneath him. 

But there were times when he was the one quivering in want. These were the times when you felt the most powerful. You brought him to the edge of the precipice and denied him. You denied and tortured him to the point of tears. He was a god, and when he was begging for you to dominate him you felt like the ruler of your own universe. 

It’s what made you two so perfect for each other. It was an equal partnership of love, support and more than anything, trust.

“Harder baby,” he whined as your hips rutted against his. The erotic sight of him at your mercy was more beautiful than any of the world’s finest paintings. He was on his knees in front of you, taking every inch of a sleek strap-on that was arguably his favorite toy. His hands were latched to the headboard with the sleeves of that damning Louis Vuitton silk shirt, ruining the fabric without a care as he hunched over to give you access to him. 

You gave his ass a sharp slap at his neediness, before driving forward relentlessly.

“Fuck!” he cried out, gripping the silk so hard that it puckered under his fingers.

“Do you like the way I fuck that tight little ass of yours baby?” You asked, a growl coming to your lips. You were fiery and hot, infinitely turned on at how malleable he was under your hands. “Do you want to cum sweetheart?”

He could only nod, too engrossed in the feeling of you filing him perfectly. He loved when you took over his body. It was like you were a goddess sent to take him to the highest planes of pleasure. He swore you turned to gold when you took control, the emotions in your eyes swirling like molten metal. 

You reached over and gripped his blonde hair tightly, pulling his head back. You leaned into his body and brought your mouth to his ear. “Use your words baby,” you hissed as you nipped at his earlobe.

“Yes!” he cried out, leaning up into your body. You kept your grip on his hair as you leaned back and pounded deeply into him. The feeling of your fingers in his hair, coupled with the pure pleasure you were giving him made his whole body feel alight. He screamed in ecstasy as he felt the coil in him begin to wind up painfully. Hoseok wanted that release desperately, but he knew he couldn’t have it until you gave him permission.

You moaned at the sound of him crying out in desperation. You almost came right then and there. “I love when you scream for me, baby. Keep going, say my name.” The snarl was feral as you egged him on. You needed to hear him yell your name. It drove you on and gave you exactly what you needed. 

He obliged, crying your name into the heated air like a prayer. That single, breathless yell was all the motivation you needed to give him what he wanted. You thrusted hard and deep into him, making sure to linger just right so he could feel every inch. With your free hand, you reached under him and began to stroke the painfully hard skin of his manhood, sending his mind swirling into a cosmos of stars. Those stars were painted in your likeness, and he wanted to float through space and time if it meant he could stay in this heated exchange with you forever. 

He was the god, and you were the master of his infinite universe. 

anonymous asked:

Hi!! I love your writing so much. Do you think you could do a smut with a very mysterious and dark changkyun in an au where he meets the shy reader in a bar and gets her home...๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ–ค

Here you go, love 🖤

Warning: VERY dark, almost AU Changkyun. Implied loss of virginity. Not safe for work or grandma’s house although it’s not crazy explicit. 

A/N: I listened to “You’re So Dark” (aka my favorite song ever) by the Arctic Monkeys while listening to this. 

Originally posted by wonhontology

It took a lot longer for him to get you in this position than he anticipated. The chase was bittersweet, but the result tasted like honey on his tongue. His lips melted into yours like they were the softest mattress on Earth. Everything was worth it in the end. 

You resisted his advances, something that he predicted from the get-go when he saw you in that tiny yet surprisingly modest dress. Looking completely out of place at the bar, you nursed a vodka tonic and glanced wearily around the packed room. He noticed that you held onto the same drink for almost an hour, barely finishing one before he came over. The red blush that came over your cheeks when he came into your peripheral vision was the most delightful shade of red he’d ever seen. Pleasant greetings, small idle talk, and cautious brushes of his fingers against your skin were all part of his game. 

You were soft like a baby deer, and he was the wolf prowling in the thicket waiting for his chance to pounce. 

He talked to you like he actually cared. His ability to play this game was beyond any compare. Many ladies had fallen under his spell before, and he just planned on making you another notch in his bedpost. Your notch would be deep and among the most beautiful. The innocence and frailty that you exuded would be a shining star in his night, and come morning he’d enjoy watching the dying embers.

He had you pressed up against the back wall of the bar, his hands tangled in your hair and your bodies painfully close. The fluttering of your heart was thudding against his chest, and your sharp intakes of breath were speeding him along. Kissing you was addicting and he enjoyed ravishing your inexperienced lips. Pulling away reluctantly, he ran soft fingertips along the skin of your neck, admiring the goosebumps that rose in their wake.

“My place or yours?” The question was loaded. It didn’t matter the venue nor the length it took to get there. He didn’t care about anything besides the ability to take something that you were timidly willing to give him. 

“Yours,” you squeaked out. Fear, excitement, and something new was racing through your veins. Something all together foreign. When he all but dragged you out of the bar and into a taxi you registered that the feeling was lust

Hands and lips rarely strayed far from each other. The taxi ride and the short trek from the lobby into his threshold were punctuated by breathless moans. Low growls emanated from his chest as your shaking hands roamed over the expanse of his chest. You were testing the waters, and you found them warm and inviting. Taking the plunge you opened yourself up for him, welcoming his eager hands and skilled lips. 

You found yourself in a posh apartment that was a perfect parallel to him. Dark colors and sharp lines accentuated everything but you didn’t have an opportunity to drink it in because in a hurry you were rushed into a bedroom and onto a soft mattress. You fell back onto the plush bedding with a quiet thud, a sharp whine escaping you.

“Eager for me?” He said, dark eyes glinting as he hovered over you. His mouth attacked your neck as his hands worked your dress over and off your body. He ravished your entire being with just a dark look, heating you up in an unfamiliar fashion. Skin met skin, and Changkyun groaned at the doe-eyed look you gave him when he got bolder. 

Pain and pleasure were intermingled through the night as he took what you were willing to give him. You offered yourself up on a silver platter, thinking that he would care and caress you in a way no other man had. He got into your head, making you think that each groan of his was meant for only you. When he pushed past that inner barrier and became one with you everything shattered in your fragile heart. He was consuming like a flame and you loved the inferno he lit in you when he began a relentless pace into you. His mouth was never distant from yours, and his fingers worked you into screams of satisfaction that you didn’t realize you were capable of.

He was everything for you that night, but in the morning he was nothing. All that was left were rumpled sheets, a used condom wrapper, and a note asking to lock up before you leave.