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monstaux · 6 years

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Can I have a number 43 (smut) with Wonho please? If you are too busy it's ok i don't want to overwhelm you..but I love your writing 💜💜

Hi, anon I love you??? you cute little thing you??? thank you for enjoying my writing!!😙😙😙

A/N: I have a few things to say. 1) I can’t be the only one who has these moments of being horny. 2) this might be my favorite smut I’ve ever written. 3) this was wayyyy longer than planned and 4) listen, I am not overexaggerating in this, I firmly believe Hoseok has a monster cock and that’s the tea.

43. “You wanted me to walk in on you.”

In every woman’s cycle, there’s that time of the month. The uterus wants a baby. And Miyeon is feeling it.

Had she been home alone, she’d take care of herself. Unfortunately, Hoseok was home, making good use of the weights in the living room.

At first, Miyeon was watching TV, Hoseok pumping iron beside it. But his biceps expanding with each grunt, sweat dripping not only from his arm but also his face and neck, his veins pumping... became so distracting, Miyeon couldn’t help but fantasize about him ripping her apart with those arms, so she excused herself to her room, hoping for rest.

She mindlessly rubbed her legs together as she stared at the floor, her fingertips dancing over her arm as she thought back to the last dance practice, where Hoseok became so hot and sweaty he took his shirt off. Back then it didn’t bother her, but now...

The door being opened snapped her back to reality. Hoseok stuck his sweaty face in her room, breathing as if he had run a marathon. Miyeon’s face and body burned up, feeling as if she got caught doing something naughty.

“I’m gonna take a shower.”

Before Miyeon could even react, he’d closed the door again. ‘Great, now I’m thinking about him naked. Thanks, Hoseok.’

She tilted her head to the side, her eyes unfocused, her mind racing with lustful thoughts. Hoseok, completely bare, water drops trailing over his protruding veins, from his shoulder to his chest, to his...

“Miyeon-ah!”

She snapped out of it, once again, and stood up.

“Yeah?” She yelled back.

She leaned her ear against the door, trying to hear better.

“Can you bring me a towel?” she heard him ask.

She rolled her eyes. ‘Typical Hoseok, forgetting his towel.’ It wasn’t the first time that has happened.

Miyeon walked out of her room, taking a towel out of the supply closet and walked to the bathroom.

She heard Hoseok turn the water off as she knocked on the door.

“Can you bring it inside?”

Miyeon ground her teeth, squeezing her eyes shut. ‘Must he ask me to see him naked. Right now?!’

She bit her lip as she opened the door, revealing a lot of steam. Besides forgetting his towel, Hoseok also always forgets to turn on the extractor fan.

Her back was to the shower, to avoid eye contact -or contact with any part of him for that matter- and held out her hand, the towel tightly between her nervous fingers. She heard the shower curtain being pulled back and she accidentally looked in front of her, the mirror not completely fogged up revealing his naked silhouette. She held her breath as she felt his fingers brush against hers as he took the towel from her.

“You look tense,” he commented. “Why? It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before.”

“I know,” she said. “But I, eh, want to give you some privacy.” She lied. ‘I can’t look at you naked because I’ll jump you, you moron.’

“You can turn around, it’s fine.”

Against her better judgment, Miyeon did turn around. And the sight she was met with made her lightheaded. Few drops of water left on his smooth skin, the towel hanging loosely from his hips.

“Are you okay? You look pale,” he said, taking a step in her direction.

Miyeon felt her forehead with the back of her hand, feeling how burned up she is. How hot he makes her feel, just by looking at him.

“I, uh, have a headache.”

“Oh,” he said, reaching his arm out over her shoulder. “I’ll get you some aspirin.”

She averted her eyes as Hoseok leaned up against her to reach the medicine cabinet behind her.

His voice dropped an octave as he almost whispered close to her ear. “Are you sure it’s a headache? Are you not aching somewhere else?”

Miyeon’s eyes shot up, meeting his. ‘He’s not... implying what I think he is? Is he?’

Hoseok saw her panic, realizing what he thought was right. He closed the medicine cabinet and leaned his hands on the counter, on either side of Miyeon. Even leaning down, he was still slightly towering over her.

“I noticed you staring today, shifting in your seat, biting your lip...” His eyes flickered from her eyes to her lips and back. “Are you aroused?”

Miyeon clenched her thigs as felt her heat throb, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt vulnerable, but she told him the truth.

“Yes,” she breathed, looking up at him through her lashes.

Hoseok looked smug for a small second, smug his intuition was right. His eyes became a shade darker as he spoke the next words.

“Can I help you with that?”

Miyeon’s mind was so clouded by arousal that she threw all common sense out the window. She was putty in his hands.

“Please.”

Hoseok kissed her, his arm snaked around her back, pulling her against him. Against the hardness covered only by a thin towel. She deepened the kiss, her hands resting on his chest. Though she couldn’t help herself as she rubbed up and down, feeling every crevice of his pecks as he slid his tongue into her mouth. With only one arm around her, he lifted her onto the sink.

He pulled back to take off her shirt, throwing it to the side. “You’re not a virgin anymore, right?”

Miyeon shook her head, a devilish smile on her face.

Hoseok’s grin spread wider. “You naughty girl.”

She put her hand in his hair, gripping it at the nape of his neck. “Fuck me. Please. Fuck me hard.”

Hoseok had no problem with her words, lifting her off the sink to slide down her PJ shorts, letting them fall to the floor. His hand slid between her legs, his finger tracing over the wet spot in her underwear. “Hmm...You’re soaking.”

Miyeon let out a whimper as he brushed over her clothed clit, that has been throbbing since she woke up this morning. “I’ve been wet all day,” she started, her hand tangled in Hoseok’s hair as his lips met her neck, sucking and kissing everywhere his lips could go. “And watching you work out didn’t help that.”

She let out a small gasp as Hoseok slid his hand into her underwear, his finger easily coated in her wetness. His other hand kneading her breast. “I have a feeling your hunger won’t be satisfied with only one orgasm.” Miyeon bit her lip as he slid in a finger with ease. “So,” he slid in another finger, pumping slowly in and out. “I’m going to make you cum, over and over and over, until you beg for me to stop.”

“Please,” Miyeon said, closing her eyes, leaning her head against his shoulder. “Ah, fuck, please make me cum.”

Hoseok’s fingers picked up the pace, pumping in and out at incredible speed. Miyeon let out one moan after another, feeling her orgasm build. Her hand gripped Hoseok’s arm, nails digging in his skin.

“Are you gonna cum for me, princess?”

Miyeon couldn’t hold her orgasm off anymore and let the intense pleasure wash over herself. She let out the loudest moan as her toes curled and her nails dug further into Hoseok’s skin.

“Fuck...” she breathed heavily, slowly coming down from her high.

Hoseok has pulled his towel off, his fully hard member slapping proudly against his lower stomach. The sight of his size made Miyeon weak in the knees, holding onto the sink behind her for support.

“Oh my god, you’re gigantic.”

Hoseok irked his eyebrow with a smile. “You’ve seen me naked before.”

“Yes, but I didn’t pay that much attention- Jesus Christ,” she interrupted herself as she took another look at it. Hoseok couldn’t hide his grin, having both his ego stroked and his confidence sky-rocketing.

Miyeon hesitantly reached her hand out, using her thumb to spread out his leaking pre-cum. Letting her hand slide over his shaft slowly, her hand barely able to fit around him.

Slowly she sank to her knees, Hoseok’s fingers instinctively going through her hair. “You don’t have to.”

“Trust me,” she said as she brought her mouth closer. “I want to.”

Wrapping her lips around his tip, she sucked slightly, making Hoseok groan. She took him further in her mouth, her tongue against the throbbing vein. Her hands wrapped around the rest of his shaft, moving up and down at the same pace of her bobbing.

Hoseok let out a string of curse words, mixed with deep grunts and groans. He began thrusting into her mouth slightly, meeting her movements. She gagged around him, the sound almost like music to his ears. His hips sped up on their own account, chasing his high.

The gagging sounds continued, as drool dribbled on the side of her mouth, tears in her eyes. But she didn’t mind, this was exactly what she daydreamed about. The wetness between her legs dripped on the floor, screaming for attention. Miyeon slid her hand between her legs, pumping her fingers in and out at an incredible speed while letting Hoseok thrust in her mouth.

“Fuck, I’m close.” He groaned.

As his thrusts became sloppier, he came to a halt. “I want to cum inside you.”

He gently pulled himself out of her mouth, smiling at the wreckage he’d done. “You look so beautiful like this,” he said, his thumb caressing her cheek before pulling her up to her feet.

He turned her around, pressing her against the sink, her ass perked. His hand slid over her cheek, landing a small slap on it. Miyeon gasped, not expecting this from Hoseok.

“God, you’re dripping on the floor.” He noted.

Miyeon leaned on her hands, looking at him over her shoulder. “Please, fuck me.”

“Condom?”

“I’m on the pill. Now, fuck me!”

Another, harsher smack landed on her behind. “What was that?”

Miyeon whimpered. “Please, Oppa. Please fuck me,” she whispered.

“That’s what I thought.” He pumped his cock, spreading her wetness over the tip before pushing in agonizingly slow.

“Oh my god, you’re so big,” Miyeon breathed, the stretch burning. Hoseok rubbed her clit gently, giving her time to adjust. “Okay, you can move.”

Hoseok pulled his cock out ‘till only his tip was left, before pushing all the way in, in one go. Miyeon let out a high-pitched moan, that made Hoseok’s cock twitch. He pulled out again, thrusting in completely once more. He did this several times, putting Miyeon through both heaven and hell.

“Faster, Oppa, please.”

Hoseok followed her words, using his dancer hips to his best ability. Skin slapping against skin, mixed with moans and grunts filled the bathroom, making it even steamier than it was before.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” He grabbed Miyeon’s hair together in a makeshift ponytail, gripping it tightly as he thrust into her at an amazing speed.

“Ah, fuck, I’m close.” Miyeon moaned, her eyes shut tightly.

Hoseok felt her clench on his cock, his thrust getting sloppier, approaching his high for the second time. “Fuck, cum with me.”

“I’m gonna- ah!”

Hoseok thrusted through her high as he filled her up with his cum, his eyes tightly shut in pleasure. Heavy breathing was all that filled the room as they came down from their highs.

---

Their adventure ended with them in Hoseok’s bed, staring at each other, still not believing what just happened.

“How did this happen?” Miyeon thought out loud.

“You weren’t the only one that was horny today.”

“Huh- wait, you wanted me to walk in on you!” she gasped. “You. Sneaky. bastard!” she said in between hitting his arm, laughing loudly.

“Guilty,” he said, turning on his side to face her. “But I enjoyed it.”

“So did I,” Miyeon started. “But you know we can’t do this again, right?”

Hoseok’s facial expression faltered as he nodded. “I know. But we can lay here for a while. At least, until the others are-“ Slam! “...back.”

(I’ll fix the tags on this later)

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gaytonystark · 7 years

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Do I Know You?

Pairing: Peter x Reader Words: 1,976 A/N: First fic of the new year! Anyways, here’s that Spoods fic I was dying to write and thanks to the anon who requested it! Ily and I may be opening up requests again soon depending on how busy I am with the pups, but thanks to everyone for being so wonderful to me these past few weeks!

Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you rushed to silence it. The screen flashed and you saw that it was an alert from your local news of a burglary in process. It warned people in the area to stay away because the suspects were armed and they had hostages, but you had other plans. Now it was just a matter of getting out of class so you could stop them. You grabbed your bag and marched to the front until you landed at your teacher’s desk.

“Mr. White, I think I need to see the nurse.” You said, putting on your best sick face and grabbing your stomach.

“You look fine to me.” He replied tersely, not even looking up from his ungraded papers.

“It’s my stomach-or more accurately-my uterus, sir.” That finally caught his attention. He looked up at you, slightly panicked before he let out a resigned sigh and wrote out a hall pass for you.

“Get it together, Miss Y/N, and come back to class if you can.” Your teacher gave you a thin lipped smile before returning to work.

“Will do.” You said, cheerily snatching the note from his hand with absolutely no intention of coming back. The halls were empty seeing as everyone was in class so you booked it out the front door.

According to the alert, the burglary was still in process and about six blocks east. That gave you just enough time to change in the alley like the professional you were and go stop the bad guy before your last class of the day. From what you could tell, it was a textbook bank robbery so it should be a piece of cake. Your powers were by no means extraordinary and definitely hadn’t caught the attention of The Avengers, but you almost preferred it that way. Besides, it’s not like you asked to be struck by lightning in the middle of doing research measuring the wattage in the air during a thunderstorm but, hey what can you do?

Turns out you can control electricity and anything that’s powered by it. Your family hasn’t had to pay an electricity bill in months and you were actually helping people. That’s all you wanted to do since you saw the extent of your power and no one was going to get in your way.

You powered through the streets, the sounds of sirens filling the air. A crowd had formed around the area as police did their best to barricade them off. You slipped behind the building through a back alley and short circuited the alarm system on one of the windows. Once inside, you snuck around until you found the source of the commotion. A group of about five men were patrolling their hostages as they sat huddled in the corner. They had AK-51’s and other automatic guns but it was nothing you couldn’t handle.

Right as you were about to step in and start taking down the bad guys you saw something white hit one of the culprits and ripped the gun out of his hands. Immediately you knew who it was. The same punk who took down your perpetrator when you were hot on his tail last Wednesday. They called him “Spider-Man” but you just called him a major pain in your ass. He was also going to get shot in the back of the head because he didn’t see the sixth man hiding behind a pillar. You stepped out to reveal yourself just in time to send a bolt of lightning at the man with the gun.

The would be murderer shook violently before collapsing on the ground. Whatever you did to him wasn’t enough to kill him so he would come around just in time to get arrested. Everyone else turned to look at you, in shock over what just happened. Your combat boots squeaked on the marble floor and you rolled up the sleeves on your leather jacket revealing burn marks from failed experiments on your arms. The only hint at your powers was the right red lightning bolt down the front of your black tank top. It was pretty unofficial and you looked like a scrappy kid who picks fights on the weekend, but that was your style.

“Thanks for teeing me up, Spidey, but I can take it from here.” You said, glaring at him through your dark sunglasses. They were all you had in terms of a mask for the time being.

“Actually I’ve got it handled, thanks anyways.” He offhandedly and you arched an eyebrow at him, your glare unwavering.

“Oh the same way you handled the guy who was about to paint the wall with your brains?” You retorted, tilting your head inquisitively. “Look kid, I-”

“Did you just call me ‘kid’? You look younger than I am.” He gestured at your small frame and it just pissed you off more.

“Whatever, bottom line is you would’ve been dead two minutes ago had it not been for me so you can thank me by getting on your merry way out the door.” You were getting mad and literal sparks were erupting around you. If he could see your eyes then he would’ve seen the menacing glow behind them.

“I’m already here so what’s the point in leaving so…” He was smirking at you underneath that mask and all you wanted to do was blow it off his smug little face.

“The point is-” You were about to rip him a new one because you had just about enough when he shot you with that silly string he uses to stop people. It latched onto the front of your shirt and he jerked you forward, flying towards him as the sound of gunshots filled the air. He caught you with a hand around your waist, the sudden movement making you short of breath.

“We’re even now get down!” He said, hand still pressing your body against his. You pushed him away and begrudgingly did as he instructed.

You hit the ground and watched him web up two more guys as they charged at him. A third was coming for him from behind so you lunged at him and emitted shockwaves through your skin so every point of contact was met with volts of energy surging through his body. Hostages were screaming as more guns were fired and you had less than seconds to react. You saw the last two gunmen taking aim at your new partner, but he disarmed one before they could pull the trigger. You sent a shockwave at both of them, knocking them on their asses giving Spider-Man the opportunity to tie them up. He rounded up the last of them and you turned your attention to the frightened hostages.

“I’ll get you guys out here, just follow me!” You led them back through the front entrance where a crowd of people were waiting with baited breath. “They’re okay! Everyone’s okay, but he’s still in there!”

EMT’s rushed to get your hostages medical attention while the police stormed the bank. You ran back in just in time to see Spider-Man show them how a kid did their job for them. He was breaking down the events of the last few minutes and you took this as an opportunity to sneak out the way you came. You thought no one followed you out until the bane of your existence slung more of his webbing around your wrist. Out of pure instinct you grabbed it and sent a powerful shock back through the end of it.

“Son of a-!” Spider-Man yelped as he let go of his webbing.

“I’m so sorry!” You said, realizing what you you’d done, “You snuck up on me and I panicked.”

“Ow-no you’re right I just wanted to say thanks before you left.” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “You’re pretty good at what you do.”

“I guess you’re not too bad either even if the suit is a little much.” You said, playfully taking a jab at his hyped up morphsuit.

“Oh this old thing?” He struck a pose and you couldn’t help but laugh with him. You got the nagging sensation that you knew him, that you had laughed together before. He must have felt the same way because he asked, “Hey, do I know you from somewhere?” You tried to stutter out an excuse when the alarm on your phone went off and you realized you only had minutes to get back to school.

“Shit-I have to go.” You said, eyes wide under your sunglasses. His body tensed up as you immediately began to panic. Thankfully he didn’t try to stop you again and you sprinted back the way you came, leaving him to gaze after your retreating form.

You stopped in the alley where you stashed your clothes and changed in record time. Your leather jacket was poking out of your bag as you ran through the front doors of your school. The bell rang to mark the end of fifth period so it gave you just enough time to get to World History without being late. You slowed your breathing and forced a steady pace as you walled to class when you saw your crush walking in your direction. He had the same class as you so you shouldn’t have been surprised in the least but your heart still skipped a beat when you saw him approach.

“Hey, Peter!” You said a little too excited and you mentally slapped yourself.

“What’s up, Y/N, I heard you went to the nurse earlier, I hope you’re okay?”He said, concern filling his beautiful eyes.

“Huh-oh yeah I’m fine just a stomach bug or something, but I’m feeling better now. Do you think I could get your notes from last period though? Mrs. Warren said there was gonna be a quiz tomorrow and the last thing I need right now is an F. ”

“You don’t want my notes, trust me you’re better off taking the quiz blind, but I can ask Ned for his. They’re much more reliable.” He flashed his lopsided grin at you as he rubbed the back of his neck and your insides melted. His eyes fluttered downwards bashfully and they landed on your bare wrists. Something must have caught his eye because he furrowed his brow like he was getting a headache from thinking too hard. “Hey, I never noticed those scars on your arms. Have they always been there?”

You self consciously pulled the sleeves of your sweater down before answering. “They’re pretty new actually, just some science projects gone wrong.”

“I feel like I’ve seen them before-” You were literally saved by the bell as it went off, signalling to everyone that the last class of the day was about to begin.

“I’ll see you after class, ‘kay?” You asked eagerly to which he responded with a coy “Promise?” and you would’ve lit up the whole school if you were alright with revealing your super powers to the entire student body.

You settled with a tiny squeal of delight and a smile so bright it hurt your face after a second. The face hurting smile turned into a content grin that remained all throughout class. Despite having successfully stopped a bank robbery earlier that afternoon, the highlight of your day was Peter asking about you and your scars. He had been your friend for years at this point and something about him felt so familiar, almost too familiar. During class, you had unconsciously rolled your sleeves up again and you caught Peter staring at them from his seat. He saw you watching him and instantly looked away. You didn’t know what his fascination was with your burn marks, but something inside told you to keep it yourself, at least for now.

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