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Training Wheels (3)

𑣲 pairing: jeon wonwoo x f!reader 𑣲 genre: drugs, dubcon, smut (MDNI 18+ ONLY) 𑣲 wordcount: 2.8k

— the willowed line between abhorrence and fixation was sending him into a state of mania. a continuation of training wheels.

𑣲˙ smut tags & warnings: mean!wonwoo, obsessive!reader, virgin kink, DUBCON, spanking, choking, cumshots. mingyu is a plot device huhu sry not sry. reader is slipped aphrodisiacs. 𑣲 read my guidlines. don't like don't read. block me if this isn't your cup of tea. not beta-read.

𑣲 part one, 𑣲 part two.

Only God knows what happens here.

When the lights are off, when the sun has set, Wonwoo is left with his own thoughts. The rage in his abdomen is fueled further as he spends time stalking your Instagram. He daren’t make a noise, quiet as a mouse, his phone screen the sole illuminator in his room. Only God knows what happens here, when his slender fingers curl over the bulge in his sweatpants. The illusion of choice was there. The assumption that he can turn off his phone, exit your profile, sleep till his erection deflates. He could decide to ignore you and move on, yet he couldn’t put his phone down. 

The scoff that leaves him is the first sound he has made in an hour, pupils dilated and his tongue constantly swiping over his lips to catch his drool. Flitting constantly over his screen, he analyzes every detail of your posts, your highlights, everything. Knowledge of your desperation, your constant plea for his attention, should have made the raunchiness of your photos less surprising. Although he knows all these things, he can’t help but rove his eyes over your cleavage or the way you pose to show off your curves. Virgin, his ass. You could act as innocent as you wanted, but he knows how much of a whore you become under him. 

Anyone else had to be blind or downright stupid, because he can see you for what you truly are. The short skirts, the lacy lingerie you conveniently always wear under your clothes. There’s no way you didn’t want him to fuck you. There was no fucking way your idea of spending time with him was to only go on enchanting, angelic little dates with him. 

The thought that you had played Wonwoo like a fiddle made the veins under his skin scorching hot. He had to stop, yet that anger did not cease; it only had him tenting his pants with a raging boner. Sticky, wet and red at the tip is the best way to describe his dick right now. A groan leaves him, covered by an exhale of breath as his hands find their way under the waistband that restricted him from falling into the pit of his own sins. 

At the first touch of his sensitive length under his boxers elicits a hiss from him. Before he could overthink his actions, he gathered saliva in his mouth, the string of spit dropping into his palm. The split second he drops his phone to tuck his waistband under his balls is the moment he realizes how deep a hole he dug himself into. There was no going back now, too awake to go to bed, too aware to ignore the gnawing discernment in his stomach. 

Before he could blink, his free hand was scrambling to screenshot your Instagram story. The way his eyes flit from your tits to the lace panties peeking between your thighs. What a fucking tease, Wonwoo thinks. The memories of sinking into your sloppy pussy evoked a terse inhale, then a whisper of your name. The weight of his cock in his palm was heavy, warm as he tried to recall the slick juices your pussy dripping onto his balls. Adrenaline pulses through him, because no matter how much you aggravate him, you still manage to get him rock hard.  

Only God knows what happens here. 

… 

Aside from the bass pounding in Wonwoo’s eardrums, the sound of his two friends snickering beside him felt like nails scraping against a chalkboard. Three pairs of eyes are trained on you, but you only have your attention on one person. His jaw tenses, teeth grinding as the malice stabbed him repeatedly through aching pulses at the back of his neck. Before he could break the staring contest, you had already scurried off to god knows where. Not that he cared, if anything, he was fucking relieved. 

Wonwoo didn’t want to have to see you anywhere. It was already bad enough that you were haunting him through your Instagram posts. The sight of you in a mini skirt and silk polka dot halter top was burned into his brain. Incapable of avoiding the images that flashed before his closed eyes before bed was torture. 

There were two sides of him, splitting his psyche into pieces. One part wanted to choke you out, while the other wanted nothing but to see how easy it would be to fuck you in that stupid mini skirt. 

“Not gonna go and save your girl?” Mingyu mutters beside him. 

Wonwoo wanted to slap the smirk right off his face; instead, he grunted and shook his head. 

“No, and she's not my girl,” Wonwoo replies curtly, his red solo cup creasing under the tense muscles in his palm. 

Mingyu chortles at that, rolling his eyes before patting Wonwoo's shoulder hard. 

“Suit yourself, man. But I came here to get laid. Let’s see how desperate your little fan is.” Mingyu’s eyes glint; the grin on his face despicable. 

There was an ugly, putrid churn in the pit of Wonwoo’s stomach. He plays off his best friend’s words as a joke. Stiff as a reed, he forces a laugh. 

“Go ahead. Find out for yourself if she's willing to play.”

Wonwoo watches his douche bag of a friend seek you out. With feet planted to the ground, he couldn’t bring himself to stop Mingyu. 

… 

The urgent knock at his door disturbs his train of thought.

 He left that party an hour ago. The mental image of Mingyu getting a taste of what he himself had made his blood pressure spike. The cold glass of water burned his fingertips despite the temporary relief it gave him, washing away the scorching heat along his throat. There’s a bitter taste in his mouth as he imagines his best friend getting to you, pulling you close. 

All he did was fuck you once, twice, whatever. Semantics. Yet it only took two times to get him absolutely deep into a cognitive dissonance centred around you. The willowed line between abhorrence and fixation was sending him into a state of mania. 

The resounding echo of the constant knocking on his door was starting to agitate him. He was already wrung so tight he thought he was about to burst. Glass clinks against the coffee table as he stands to answer whoever thought it was a good idea to be disturbing him this late into the night. 

“What the fuck do you wa—,” the sentence dies in his throat. 

There you stood, cheeks flushed, long lashes brushing against your cheeks. The strap of your lace tank top slips down as his gaze fans down from your face to your body. It was like he was being tested, yet the temptation was too strong to ignore. Sounds of your heavy breathing filled the hallway of his apartment. He doesn’t even want to begin to ponder how you got his address, but he can’t judge you when he did the same thing only a few weeks ago. 

Glancing at each end of the hallway, Wonwoo pulls you in before anyone can discover that you were here. The door slams shut, pushing you against it before he has a second to think his actions through. A smirk immediately appears on his face as he examines your debauched appearance, your tiny skirt barely covering your ass and your tits pressed against his chest. You could never stay away for too long; he never doubted that. 

“Now look who's coming back for more,” Wonwoo mutters, his breath fanning over your face. 

A whimper leaves you when his hand wraps around your neck, pushing you impossibly further against the door. Soft lips brush against your ear as he leans into you. The heat radiating off your body, the sweet scent of your floral perfume, was suffocating him just as his hand was undoing onto you. 

“Little bunny got herself caught in a trap, huh?” Wonwoo snickers, his bulge brushing against your stomach. 

You stood there in silence, eyes rolling back when his fingers would give small squeezes to the sides of your neck. He could sniff the desperation on you, just the way he liked you. Begging for his attention. 

“W—Wonwoo… please. I feel so warm, and it hurts,” you whine softly. God, he practically revolted at the sound of your voice. 

“Oh? You’re hurting?” The deep timbre in his voice causes your knees to buckle. 

A singular nod is all you can do to answer back.  Before he could think, his strong arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you from fawning onto the floor. Smaller fingers wrap around his biceps, nails digging into his skin. He didn’t mind it at all; if anything, it invigorated him. 

“C’mon baby, let's get you on the bed,” he mutters. 

Your arms wrap around his neck as he grabs your ass under your skirt, palming the fat there as he lifts you into his arms. Wonwoo grunts against your ear, unable to resist squeezing you and spreading your asscheeks in his palms. 

“You’re heating up like crazy. What the fuck did you take at that party?” He whispers in your ear. 

The palms of your hands curl into his shirt, pushing your chest against his as you moan in his ear. It was hard to focus when the sensations of his groping were getting to your head. 

“Mingyu gave me a drink… it was after you left. I had a sip, then I started feeling dizzy and so hot. I didn’t mean to come here. I'm sorry. I didn’t want to stay there… and you’re just across the street.” 

Your spiel on what had happened after Wonwoo went home urged him to grip your ass harder. Despite your state, he doesn’t leave room for pleasantries, throwing you onto the bed. Leave it up to an ass like Mingyu to slip you an aphrodisiac. 

“First of all, you’re an idiot for drinking anything from Mingyu. Should’ve known not to go and play around. Now look at you. Begging me to help you.” 

Wonwoo grunts again, shoving your panties to the side, revelling in the way the damp fabric soaks the pads of his fingers. You were sopping wet, just how he liked you. His thumb slides between your slick folds, the sounds of your arousal music to his ears. 

“Mnghh… Wonwoo, please.” You plead with him, hips bucking off the mattress, skirt hiked up around your waist. “Take it off. It's sticky, and it’s bothering me.” 

The sound of your moans fuels the fire within him, his hands tugging your skirt and panties in one go. You were already peeling off your tank top, leaving your body bare for him to play with as he pleases. 

A second barely passes, your fingers curling around the collar of his shirt to pull him into a kiss. Wonwoo almost forgot the softness of your lips, plump, wet, and always wanting him. His tongue slips past to tangle with yours. The palms of his hands glide down your soft thighs, squeezing them before wrapping around his waist. Plush cotton from his sweatpants brushes against your pussy, staining them with a dark patch of sticky arousal.

“Fuck, what a desperate thing you are.” Wonwoo groans against your lips, hands running up your thighs to your ass. He squeezes it appreciatively before flipping you abruptly onto your stomach. 

Hips in the air, you cant your ass back and forth, head turned over your shoulder to entice him further. He could barely recognize your guise. Wonwoo’s never seen you look so conscientious of your desires. A part of him was completely irate, yet the other was yearning to be inside you again. 

A sharp spank echoes in his room, his handprint burnt into the soft skin of your ass. The look of your pussy from behind almost had him drooling, spitting onto the hot and slick skin to show you how much more dominant he can be. 

“Wonwoo, I wanna get fucked so bad. Haven’t had your cock in so long.” You mewled. 

Wonwoo spanks you again in retaliation. His palms grab your ass cheeks to spread them apart, inspecting both of your tight little holes. All for him. Like you even had a choice, he thinks as he smirks to himself while you're too busy moaning into his pillow. 

“Never seen you so needy before. Whatever Mingyu gave you was strong.” Wonwoo gripes, spanking you till your ass was burning from his touch. 

He can see how impatient you're getting, pushing your ass back onto him in an attempt to get him to fuck you. Whatever self-control he had at the beginning of the meeting with you has been thrown out the window. Now, he can’t go a day without recalling how deliciously tight you always feel around him. 

There’s a moment where you relax, hearing him shuffle behind you as he slips his clothes off. Your eyes travel back over your shoulder again as Wonwoo towers over your shivering body.

“Gonna fuck me now…?” You ask, pouting as his hand comes back to your hips, adjusting the angle of your body. 

Wonwoo nods. There’s no tenderness to his touch, nor in the look in his eyes. He’s fueled by pure lust and hunger as the tip of his dick slides between your ass cheeks. From your puckered rim to your searing hot slit. He teases you by repeating those motions, drawing whiny moans from your lips while he plays with you. 

“Mhm, gonna fuck you real good, baby,” Wonwoo mutters. 

Niceties were never a part of his personality, his cock bottoming out in one go as he slid himself into your wet cunt. Both of you moan at the same time, your back arching as Wonwoo snaps his hips forward. 

“Ahh— please.” You beg relentlessly. 

Wonwoo’s hand forces your face into the pillow as he continues to pound your sweet pussy just like you had begged for. Skin slaps against skin, his eyes zeroed in on the way your walls stretch to accommodate his girth. Your ass jiggling every time his hips press against you. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but the pride blooms in his chest when he sees how easily you submit. 

“Shit, you’re always so fucking tight.” He murmurs, slapping your ass again just to see the fat of your cheeks ripple. 

The grip in your hair finally relents, manoeuvring your body in the perfect position to watch you ride him. The naivety in your eyes is clouded by the arousal that overwhelms every inch of your skin, the drugs seeping into your mind. 

“You’re gonna ride my dick. Show me how good you can be.” Wonwoo demands. 

The tone of his voice urges you further; not wanting to disappoint him, you begin to bounce on his lap. 

“Just like that. Knew you had it in you.” Wonwoo praises you. The rarity of his compliments goads you into bouncing on him faster. 

In an attempt to find your rhythm, your fingers dig into his broad shoulders, grounding yourself as he stretches you out at a new angle. Wonwoo can feel how deep you’re taking him, his head falling back against the headboard as his eyes flit from your bouncing tits to the sheer pleasure painted all over your face. 

“God, your pussy is so fucking sloppy from my dick.” He grunts, noticing how your juices are tainting his thighs. 

“Just wanna bounce on your cock like a good girl.” You moan, speeding up. 

On the crest of your own orgasm, you try to get Wonwoo to cum inside you. Before you could even think of milking him into creaming your wet pussy, he pushes your back onto the mattress. As he climbs on top of you, he can't help but chuckle, observing the lewd expression on your face. You were drunk on his cock, which is exactly how he wanted you to be. Begging for him to fill you. 

Wonwoo doesn’t give you the satisfaction you crave, pulling out of your tight hole with a wet pop. Knees bracket you in as he jerks himself off while you pout under him. He’ll let you cum when he feels like it, but it won’t be tonight. For now, he’s more concerned with feeding his ego. Splatters of his white seed cover your tits moments later. 

“Get out before I come back from my shower.” He mutters, stalking off to his washroom. 

Left on the mattress to fend for yourself, you quickly wipe yourself off with a discarded shirt on the floor. By the time Wonwoo returns, you’re gone. What doesn’t seem to leave with you is that sharp stab in his gut. 

Only God can know what happens here. 

note: sorry this took so long! you can all thank @vapidlynn for this cuz she sent me inspo off twt lol ٩(｡•́‿•̀｡)۶. no special colours cuz im too lazy to go thru the html editor hehe.

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Training Wheels (3)

𑣲 pairing: jeon wonwoo x f!reader 𑣲 genre: drugs, dubcon, smut (MDNI 18+ ONLY) 𑣲 wordcount: 2.8k

— the willowed line between abhorrence and fixation was sending him into a state of mania. a continuation of training wheels.

𑣲˙ smut tags & warnings: mean!wonwoo, obsessive!reader, virgin kink, DUBCON, spanking, choking, cumshots. mingyu is a plot device huhu sry not sry. reader is slipped aphrodisiacs. 𑣲 read my guidlines. don't like don't read. block me if this isn't your cup of tea. not beta-read.

𑣲 part one, 𑣲 part two.

Only God knows what happens here.

When the lights are off, when the sun has set, Wonwoo is left with his own thoughts. The rage in his abdomen is fueled further as he spends time stalking your Instagram. He daren’t make a noise, quiet as a mouse, his phone screen the sole illuminator in his room. Only God knows what happens here, when his slender fingers curl over the bulge in his sweatpants. The illusion of choice was there. The assumption that he can turn off his phone, exit your profile, sleep till his erection deflates. He could decide to ignore you and move on, yet he couldn’t put his phone down. 

The scoff that leaves him is the first sound he has made in an hour, pupils dilated and his tongue constantly swiping over his lips to catch his drool. Flitting constantly over his screen, he analyzes every detail of your posts, your highlights, everything. Knowledge of your desperation, your constant plea for his attention, should have made the raunchiness of your photos less surprising. Although he knows all these things, he can’t help but rove his eyes over your cleavage or the way you pose to show off your curves. Virgin, his ass. You could act as innocent as you wanted, but he knows how much of a whore you become under him. 

Anyone else had to be blind or downright stupid, because he can see you for what you truly are. The short skirts, the lacy lingerie you conveniently always wear under your clothes. There’s no way you didn’t want him to fuck you. There was no fucking way your idea of spending time with him was to only go on enchanting, angelic little dates with him. 

The thought that you had played Wonwoo like a fiddle made the veins under his skin scorching hot. He had to stop, yet that anger did not cease; it only had him tenting his pants with a raging boner. Sticky, wet and red at the tip is the best way to describe his dick right now. A groan leaves him, covered by an exhale of breath as his hands find their way under the waistband that restricted him from falling into the pit of his own sins. 

At the first touch of his sensitive length under his boxers elicits a hiss from him. Before he could overthink his actions, he gathered saliva in his mouth, the string of spit dropping into his palm. The split second he drops his phone to tuck his waistband under his balls is the moment he realizes how deep a hole he dug himself into. There was no going back now, too awake to go to bed, too aware to ignore the gnawing discernment in his stomach. 

Before he could blink, his free hand was scrambling to screenshot your Instagram story. The way his eyes flit from your tits to the lace panties peeking between your thighs. What a fucking tease, Wonwoo thinks. The memories of sinking into your sloppy pussy evoked a terse inhale, then a whisper of your name. The weight of his cock in his palm was heavy, warm as he tried to recall the slick juices your pussy dripping onto his balls. Adrenaline pulses through him, because no matter how much you aggravate him, you still manage to get him rock hard.  

Only God knows what happens here. 

… 

Aside from the bass pounding in Wonwoo’s eardrums, the sound of his two friends snickering beside him felt like nails scraping against a chalkboard. Three pairs of eyes are trained on you, but you only have your attention on one person. His jaw tenses, teeth grinding as the malice stabbed him repeatedly through aching pulses at the back of his neck. Before he could break the staring contest, you had already scurried off to god knows where. Not that he cared, if anything, he was fucking relieved. 

Wonwoo didn’t want to have to see you anywhere. It was already bad enough that you were haunting him through your Instagram posts. The sight of you in a mini skirt and silk polka dot halter top was burned into his brain. Incapable of avoiding the images that flashed before his closed eyes before bed was torture. 

There were two sides of him, splitting his psyche into pieces. One part wanted to choke you out, while the other wanted nothing but to see how easy it would be to fuck you in that stupid mini skirt. 

“Not gonna go and save your girl?” Mingyu mutters beside him. 

Wonwoo wanted to slap the smirk right off his face; instead, he grunted and shook his head. 

“No, and she's not my girl,” Wonwoo replies curtly, his red solo cup creasing under the tense muscles in his palm. 

Mingyu chortles at that, rolling his eyes before patting Wonwoo's shoulder hard. 

“Suit yourself, man. But I came here to get laid. Let’s see how desperate your little fan is.” Mingyu’s eyes glint; the grin on his face despicable. 

There was an ugly, putrid churn in the pit of Wonwoo’s stomach. He plays off his best friend’s words as a joke. Stiff as a reed, he forces a laugh. 

“Go ahead. Find out for yourself if she's willing to play.”

Wonwoo watches his douche bag of a friend seek you out. With feet planted to the ground, he couldn’t bring himself to stop Mingyu. 

… 

The urgent knock at his door disturbs his train of thought.

 He left that party an hour ago. The mental image of Mingyu getting a taste of what he himself had made his blood pressure spike. The cold glass of water burned his fingertips despite the temporary relief it gave him, washing away the scorching heat along his throat. There’s a bitter taste in his mouth as he imagines his best friend getting to you, pulling you close. 

All he did was fuck you once, twice, whatever. Semantics. Yet it only took two times to get him absolutely deep into a cognitive dissonance centred around you. The willowed line between abhorrence and fixation was sending him into a state of mania. 

The resounding echo of the constant knocking on his door was starting to agitate him. He was already wrung so tight he thought he was about to burst. Glass clinks against the coffee table as he stands to answer whoever thought it was a good idea to be disturbing him this late into the night. 

“What the fuck do you wa—,” the sentence dies in his throat. 

There you stood, cheeks flushed, long lashes brushing against your cheeks. The strap of your lace tank top slips down as his gaze fans down from your face to your body. It was like he was being tested, yet the temptation was too strong to ignore. Sounds of your heavy breathing filled the hallway of his apartment. He doesn’t even want to begin to ponder how you got his address, but he can’t judge you when he did the same thing only a few weeks ago. 

Glancing at each end of the hallway, Wonwoo pulls you in before anyone can discover that you were here. The door slams shut, pushing you against it before he has a second to think his actions through. A smirk immediately appears on his face as he examines your debauched appearance, your tiny skirt barely covering your ass and your tits pressed against his chest. You could never stay away for too long; he never doubted that. 

“Now look who's coming back for more,” Wonwoo mutters, his breath fanning over your face. 

A whimper leaves you when his hand wraps around your neck, pushing you impossibly further against the door. Soft lips brush against your ear as he leans into you. The heat radiating off your body, the sweet scent of your floral perfume, was suffocating him just as his hand was undoing onto you. 

“Little bunny got herself caught in a trap, huh?” Wonwoo snickers, his bulge brushing against your stomach. 

You stood there in silence, eyes rolling back when his fingers would give small squeezes to the sides of your neck. He could sniff the desperation on you, just the way he liked you. Begging for his attention. 

“W—Wonwoo… please. I feel so warm, and it hurts,” you whine softly. God, he practically revolted at the sound of your voice. 

“Oh? You’re hurting?” The deep timbre in his voice causes your knees to buckle. 

A singular nod is all you can do to answer back.  Before he could think, his strong arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you from fawning onto the floor. Smaller fingers wrap around his biceps, nails digging into his skin. He didn’t mind it at all; if anything, it invigorated him. 

“C’mon baby, let's get you on the bed,” he mutters. 

Your arms wrap around his neck as he grabs your ass under your skirt, palming the fat there as he lifts you into his arms. Wonwoo grunts against your ear, unable to resist squeezing you and spreading your asscheeks in his palms. 

“You’re heating up like crazy. What the fuck did you take at that party?” He whispers in your ear. 

The palms of your hands curl into his shirt, pushing your chest against his as you moan in his ear. It was hard to focus when the sensations of his groping were getting to your head. 

“Mingyu gave me a drink… it was after you left. I had a sip, then I started feeling dizzy and so hot. I didn’t mean to come here. I'm sorry. I didn’t want to stay there… and you’re just across the street.” 

Your spiel on what had happened after Wonwoo went home urged him to grip your ass harder. Despite your state, he doesn’t leave room for pleasantries, throwing you onto the bed. Leave it up to an ass like Mingyu to slip you an aphrodisiac. 

“First of all, you’re an idiot for drinking anything from Mingyu. Should’ve known not to go and play around. Now look at you. Begging me to help you.” 

Wonwoo grunts again, shoving your panties to the side, revelling in the way the damp fabric soaks the pads of his fingers. You were sopping wet, just how he liked you. His thumb slides between your slick folds, the sounds of your arousal music to his ears. 

“Mnghh… Wonwoo, please.” You plead with him, hips bucking off the mattress, skirt hiked up around your waist. “Take it off. It's sticky, and it’s bothering me.” 

The sound of your moans fuels the fire within him, his hands tugging your skirt and panties in one go. You were already peeling off your tank top, leaving your body bare for him to play with as he pleases. 

A second barely passes, your fingers curling around the collar of his shirt to pull him into a kiss. Wonwoo almost forgot the softness of your lips, plump, wet, and always wanting him. His tongue slips past to tangle with yours. The palms of his hands glide down your soft thighs, squeezing them before wrapping around his waist. Plush cotton from his sweatpants brushes against your pussy, staining them with a dark patch of sticky arousal.

“Fuck, what a desperate thing you are.” Wonwoo groans against your lips, hands running up your thighs to your ass. He squeezes it appreciatively before flipping you abruptly onto your stomach. 

Hips in the air, you cant your ass back and forth, head turned over your shoulder to entice him further. He could barely recognize your guise. Wonwoo’s never seen you look so conscientious of your desires. A part of him was completely irate, yet the other was yearning to be inside you again. 

A sharp spank echoes in his room, his handprint burnt into the soft skin of your ass. The look of your pussy from behind almost had him drooling, spitting onto the hot and slick skin to show you how much more dominant he can be. 

“Wonwoo, I wanna get fucked so bad. Haven’t had your cock in so long.” You mewled. 

Wonwoo spanks you again in retaliation. His palms grab your ass cheeks to spread them apart, inspecting both of your tight little holes. All for him. Like you even had a choice, he thinks as he smirks to himself while you're too busy moaning into his pillow. 

“Never seen you so needy before. Whatever Mingyu gave you was strong.” Wonwoo gripes, spanking you till your ass was burning from his touch. 

He can see how impatient you're getting, pushing your ass back onto him in an attempt to get him to fuck you. Whatever self-control he had at the beginning of the meeting with you has been thrown out the window. Now, he can’t go a day without recalling how deliciously tight you always feel around him. 

There’s a moment where you relax, hearing him shuffle behind you as he slips his clothes off. Your eyes travel back over your shoulder again as Wonwoo towers over your shivering body.

“Gonna fuck me now…?” You ask, pouting as his hand comes back to your hips, adjusting the angle of your body. 

Wonwoo nods. There’s no tenderness to his touch, nor in the look in his eyes. He’s fueled by pure lust and hunger as the tip of his dick slides between your ass cheeks. From your puckered rim to your searing hot slit. He teases you by repeating those motions, drawing whiny moans from your lips while he plays with you. 

“Mhm, gonna fuck you real good, baby,” Wonwoo mutters. 

Niceties were never a part of his personality, his cock bottoming out in one go as he slid himself into your wet cunt. Both of you moan at the same time, your back arching as Wonwoo snaps his hips forward. 

“Ahh— please.” You beg relentlessly. 

Wonwoo’s hand forces your face into the pillow as he continues to pound your sweet pussy just like you had begged for. Skin slaps against skin, his eyes zeroed in on the way your walls stretch to accommodate his girth. Your ass jiggling every time his hips press against you. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but the pride blooms in his chest when he sees how easily you submit. 

“Shit, you’re always so fucking tight.” He murmurs, slapping your ass again just to see the fat of your cheeks ripple. 

The grip in your hair finally relents, manoeuvring your body in the perfect position to watch you ride him. The naivety in your eyes is clouded by the arousal that overwhelms every inch of your skin, the drugs seeping into your mind. 

“You’re gonna ride my dick. Show me how good you can be.” Wonwoo demands. 

The tone of his voice urges you further; not wanting to disappoint him, you begin to bounce on his lap. 

“Just like that. Knew you had it in you.” Wonwoo praises you. The rarity of his compliments goads you into bouncing on him faster. 

In an attempt to find your rhythm, your fingers dig into his broad shoulders, grounding yourself as he stretches you out at a new angle. Wonwoo can feel how deep you’re taking him, his head falling back against the headboard as his eyes flit from your bouncing tits to the sheer pleasure painted all over your face. 

“God, your pussy is so fucking sloppy from my dick.” He grunts, noticing how your juices are tainting his thighs. 

“Just wanna bounce on your cock like a good girl.” You moan, speeding up. 

On the crest of your own orgasm, you try to get Wonwoo to cum inside you. Before you could even think of milking him into creaming your wet pussy, he pushes your back onto the mattress. As he climbs on top of you, he can't help but chuckle, observing the lewd expression on your face. You were drunk on his cock, which is exactly how he wanted you to be. Begging for him to fill you. 

Wonwoo doesn’t give you the satisfaction you crave, pulling out of your tight hole with a wet pop. Knees bracket you in as he jerks himself off while you pout under him. He’ll let you cum when he feels like it, but it won’t be tonight. For now, he’s more concerned with feeding his ego. Splatters of his white seed cover your tits moments later. 

“Get out before I come back from my shower.” He mutters, stalking off to his washroom. 

Left on the mattress to fend for yourself, you quickly wipe yourself off with a discarded shirt on the floor. By the time Wonwoo returns, you’re gone. What doesn’t seem to leave with you is that sharp stab in his gut. 

Only God can know what happens here. 

note: sorry this took so long! you can all thank @vapidlynn for this cuz she sent me inspo off twt lol ٩(｡•́‿•̀｡)۶. no special colours cuz im too lazy to go thru the html editor hehe.

[jejewonster]

training wheels pt.3 is otw. i am sorry for the wait (─.─||）

[jejewonster]

It’s done!! Yippee :p

[jejewonster]

Trueeee

[jejewonster]

I read Training Wheels a long time ago, then lost the fic :( then found part 2 recently... I think about it more often than should be legal 😭 I love your writing <3

trust me when i say i'm the same way... i'm constantly thinking about whats going to happen in pt3!! i just never have time to write (─‿‿─) but i will be working on it tn... so HOPEFULLY i can post smthn for the first time since septjfksjfdfa. thank you for liking my fic, i really appreciate it ♡˖꒰ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱

[jejewonster]

I love training wheels 😍😍😍 more works like that plss... Mean wonu is just soooi ughhhhhhhh...

i agree mean wonu is so hot fuhhhhfakhfksjhf. i fear i love reading about toxic men hhhehheeh. thank u for ur support on training wheels! (´･ᴗ･ ` )

[jejewonster]

I don’t even go here, but your training wheels fic popped up on my feed && I loved it so much😭😭

I love morally grey ocs sm they deserve the world 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ training wheels had me listening to Diet Pepsi on repeat💓💓💓 you’re a fantastic writer☺️💓

hi!! thank u so much, this makes me feel really happy! i agree diet pepsi suits their dynamic a lot hheheeheh

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hey im the anon who messaged about pt 2 with the list of 3 questions! just saw u say u need ideas for pt 3 so here i am bc genuinely training wheels is fucking peak.

prefacing this w begging for a happy ending. PLSPLSPLPSLPSLSPLSPLSLPSLPS. yn is so sweet... bro if she ends up JUST getting used by wonwoo im gonna jump. make wonwoo either yearn or have some comfort for yn at the end (but obviously still pace everything bc thats what makes it good. am willing to wait for a pt 4... only if you'd want to write it ofc)

to me it seems obvious yn was avoiding wonwoo bc during that first encounter wonwoo makes it super clear how mean and uncaring he can be/he was using her for sex...but obviously she still likes him bc the heart never listens to logic + shes trying to get over him (idk if u could weave this in but i feel like itd make sense yk)

since mingyu alr asked wonwoo about going after yn and wonwoo said he doesnt gaf: mingyu steps in —> wonwoo gets jealous but doesnt rlly know wtf hes feeling bc this mf hasnt dated seriously. maybe mingyu tries to make wonwoo jealous bc he think it'd be hilarious or he's rooting for yn or thinks wonwoo needs to get it tgt. OR OR mingyu js comforts yn and they js become friends but wonwoo is still shitty

since pt 2 ends w wonwoo saying he'll text yn: they enter a fuck buddy phase and yn the whole time knows she should stop seeing wonwoo but tries to hide her being upset in front of wonwoo. either stops trying w him at all or still tries to be sweet to him just in case. either way it fucks w wonwoo but his ego is too fucking big.

pls give yn this 🤏 much backbone, given what i wrote in point 1. maybe she doesnt even mean to snap at wonwoo, she just feels super frustrated.

ok i have many more ideas but this is already a text wall SORRY

hi anon! i am so sorry for taking forever to reply to this (╯︵╰,) i promise i was not ignoring u!

i like your ideas btw, and i will take this into account. there will be jealousy! mingyu is plotting! reader will grow a backbone!!! trust and believe in ur dear hachi. i will try to deliver as much as possible, if time allows!! thank u for ur support af!! \(^ヮ^)/

[jejewonster]

training wheels pt.3 is otw. i am sorry for the wait (─.─||）

[jejewonster]

omg wait im fucking stupid that person asked about milk and cookies not training wheels but regardless </3

HI PLS ITS OKAY!! thank you for sending me an ask on ur ideas hehe i will answer it when i have more time to give u a proper answer bc if i do it now i will not wake up for work in time BUT IM VERYVERY THANKFUL FOR UR INPUT BC IM AT A WRITERS BLOCK W THSI STORY. idk why im yelling sorry but thank u anon i will reply to the ask in due time!!!

[jejewonster]

Begging for more milk and cookies plsssss

i could do this! on one condition.. i would need ideas on what would happen in the continuation hehehhe

[jejewonster]

girl its ok dont worry about pt3 dont fail your tests

thank you!! i did not fail thank god 😜

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[jejewonster]

i have a midterm coming up and am working literally 6/7 days of the week this week and next week 😔 no pt3 for now i’m sry yall 💔

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Training Wheels (2)

✮⋆˙ pairing: jeon wonwoo x f!reader ✮⋆˙ genre: dubcon, smut (MDNI 18+ ONLY) ✮⋆˙ wordcount: 3.0k

— you’re ignoring him, wonwoo doesn’t know why but he knows he doesn’t like it, a continuation of training wheels.

✮⋆˙ smut tags & warnings: mean!wonwoo, obsessive!reader, virgin kink, DUBCON, fingering, choking, cumshots. mingyu and seungcheol are mentioned. heavy on the dubious consent in the beginning. ✮⋆˙ read my guidlines. don't like don't read. block me if this isn't your cup of tea. not beta-read.

part one.

In all twenty-two years of Wonwoo’s life, there was never a time when he felt like he did not have control over a situation. One may believe Wonwoo had been able to free himself and find true agency with his actions, his thoughts, until you came along—that is. 

After that night with you in Seungcheol’s guest bedroom, he has been sent into a spiral. A push and pull with no one but himself. How can he shake the feeling of you off him? Not even he can answer that question.  It only got worse as the days passed; memories of you sprawled out on the mattress flashed behind his eyelids every single time he attempted to fall into a deep slumber. 

To put it simply, you were fucking with his head. The sounds you made, the way you tasted, the way you felt. God can only hope he doesn’t end up going mad. 

Within the time of him leaving you in that bedroom during that party to now, he hasn’t heard one peep out of you. Which was the most ridiculous part. How can someone who was clearly so head over heels for him suddenly just stop? No more annoying texts filled with cute emoticons, no more lattes or pastries from the bakery across campus. Nothing. Wonwoo knows he fucked you good, he remembers. The sweetness of your cum is left burnt into his taste buds. Yet you aren’t being your usual self and crawling back for more. 

The last time Wonwoo had seen you on campus was the Monday after the party, and he had half the mind to approach you. It never happened, because of course it didn't. 

He’s not that desperate.

 That’s supposed to be your forte. The scene of your eyes going wide, and the scared look on your face. Like a doe in headlights. You ran away so fast that Wonwoo was convinced you were a figment of his imagination. And that only intrigued him more. Who are you to run away from him? After the lengths you took just to get his attention, not more than a week before? 

… 

“So uh… what happened with your little girlfriend?” Mingyu jokes, his lips upturned into a smirk. 

Wonwoo scoffs, his chest blooming with heat, forcing him to cross his arms. 

“One, she’s not my girlfriend. Two, nothing happened. I rejected her and she ran away crying like a fucking baby.” 

Wonwoo seethes, his jaw tense. There’s uncertainty as to why he’s so worked up, but the look on Mingyu’s face makes his skin crawl. He’s known his best friend long enough to read between the lines. Never has there been a time when Mingyu is up to any good. 

Mingyu snorts at the new information. The two of them sat in the library, barely working on what was supposed to be their Sociology essay. 

“Dude, you’re a fucking idiot. You’re telling me I gave you an opportunity to fuck that girl and you just sent her away?” 

Wonwoo’s eye twitches subtly. 

“Why would I fuck her? I’m not tryna have her be more obsessed with me than she already is.” 

The lies that slip out of Wonwoo’s tongue scorched his throat. He doesn’t have to inform Mingyu about that night. He’d rather not recall the memory at all. What more would there be to say? If anything, Wonwoo should be happy that you’ve finally decided to get off his ass and fucked off somewhere else. There was nothing more tiring than you attempting to gain his affection. The sex should’ve satiated you. And yet, the burning desire still tingles all through his own body. 

Wonwoo must’ve really lost his mind. The lack of sleep is getting to him, or at least that’s what he likes to tell himself. 

Mingyu sneers at his response, but Wonwoo can see the gears turning in his best friend’s mind. He can’t help but shift uncomfortably in his seat as he watches Mingyu stalk your Instagram so shamelessly. 

Mingyu catches Wonwoo’s hardened stare, bemused at his lack of detail and standoffish attitude. 

“You’ll let me have her, right?” A wolfish grin on his lips. There's a glint in Mingyu’s eye that stirs something nasty in Wonwoo’s stomach, only responding with a grunt and a shrug of his shoulders. 

“Whatever, man.” 

…

Reciprocating your infatuation for Wonwoo is the last thing he should be considering. There is no way in hell he would give you the satisfaction of knowing that you’ve finally worn him down. You’re supposed to be a nuisance, a pest. Someone who’s clinging onto the idea of him rather than seeing how truly fucked up he can be. 

Perhaps Wonwoo is that desperate. 

Your adoration for him is nothing but some surface-level nonsense, and that is exactly why he can’t possibly consider giving you the time of day. Which is all the more reason why he feels like a fucking idiot stalking you on your way home from class. 

The breeze is light, and the sun is on the cusp of the horizon as he watches you walk towards your apartment building. There are so many reasons why he shouldn’t be here. So many reasons why he should’ve gone straight home after his Econ class. He doesn’t even remember following you all the way here. It’s as if he were under some kind of spell. 

Though he’s thoroughly convinced you’ve placed some witchy manifestation bullshit on him, he can only blame you for his actions. Some may say he’s pussy whipped, but Wonwoo wants to believe he’s tying up loose ends. 

The fabric of your skirt flounces as you walk towards your building, and he has to take a breather, the images of you under him that night flashing in his mind. 

He makes an attempt to get out of his car and walk across the street like it's a normal Wednesday evening; quietly slipping through the crack of the door that shut too slowly for your own good. 

Wonwoo observes your innocent demeanour; you don’t even look over your shoulder as he walks behind you down the hall to where the front door of your apartment is located. You just go in without a care in the world. There shouldn’t be a reason why he’s moving so expertly, waiting behind a corner as the door shuts behind you. His breath hitches as he watches you, ready to satisfy the growing need festering inside him. 

There’s about five minutes spent pacing outside your door, fighting himself on whether he should knock or leave with his pride still intact. 

Pathetic. That's all that Wonwoo can mutter to himself in his head. It’s pathetic for him to even be here, to follow you all the way home, to even demand you let him inside just so he can get a taste of you. Maybe he’s thinking with his dick, but who gives a fuck when he can’t let go of the memory he has of you clenching around his cock? Balls deep inside you as if it were the last time he would ever get to have sex again.  

Wonwoo is weak for a short list of things. Virgin pussy is number one on his aforementioned list. It’s almost an addiction, one that doesn’t come around often enough. He’d like to think that’s his excuse for trailing you on a random fucking Wednesday evening after class. 

After several minutes of contemplation, he finally wills himself to knock at your door. The skin over his knuckles is a ghostly white from how hard he has to reel himself back before he decides to use physical force. The bitter taste on Wonwoo’s tongue keeps him grounded, as if that will stop him from spewing rubbish to get into your pants again. 

Raw skin rasps against the dark oak, a ring in his ears that echoes throughout the narrow hallways. There’s faint shuffling to be heard beyond the slab that keeps you safe from him. Wonwoo’s breath held tight in his chest, hoping for the click sound along with the lock turning. Any fucking minute now.  Wonwoo is not a man with much patience, and you were being slow as shit. 

God, he hated you. Or rather, he hated what you’ve turned him into. 

After what seems like an eternity and a half, Wonwoo sees your annoyingly cute face peek through the crack of the door. A lazy smirk makes its way onto his face, boring holes into your little frame. He almost has to stop himself from licking his lip as he pays close attention to your attire. The tank top you’re wearing, your nipples teasingly poking through the fabric. There’s nothing he wants more than to fuck you right now, not that he would admit that to you out loud. 

“Hey,” is all Wonwoo says, as if it’s a normal occurrence to be knocking at your door. 

The features on your face morph into a sense of bewilderment and confusion. Wonwoo can only assume you’re wondering how he even found out where you live. 

“U-uh. What are you doing here?” you manage to speak, your hands gripping the door for dear life. 

Wonwoo chuckles, his palm flat against the wood, pushing it with enough force that it scares you into releasing the grip you had on it in the first place. 

“Cmon, you know why I’m here. Don’t act stupid.” Wonwoo scoffs, slamming the door behind him. 

There’s a flash of fear in your eyes that sparks something diabolical in his veins. The smirk on his face deepens as he makes his way closer to you. There you are, reduced down to nothing but a little lamb, eyes round and glassy with unshed tears. 

“Cat got your tongue? What happened to the desperate little thing that would do anything for my attention?” Wonwoo’s voice is timbre, his hand coming up to grip your chin as he has you pinned against his body and the edge of your couch. 

“Wonwoo… you can’t come into my house like this. I-it’s wrong.” Your statement is clear, but the lilt of uncertainty gives you away. 

How easy could you be? 

Wonwoo’s low chuckle is the loudest sound in the room at the moment, aside from the heavy breaths that cause your chest to heave up and down. He would be lying if he didn’t admit that he’s enjoying how pliant you are despite your spoken protests. Apparent goosebumps are rising along the side of your arms, but the heat radiating off your body steers him in a direction of believing that you’re enjoying this more than you let on.  

“Ever since that night, I couldn’t stop thinking about how tight that sweet little pussy of yours is,” Wonwoo mutters against your ear, his hand coming down to cup your clothed cunt. Such little fabric covering you, yet enough for him to feel the arousal pooling in your panties. 

A whimper escapes your mouth once he starts palming at your heat, his fingertips grazing you with practiced precision. Wonwoo feels your knees buckle as he begins to kiss down your neck, sucking and biting hard enough to leave little marks. 

“W-wonwoo… please. We can’t,” you whine, but your body betrays you. The slow cant in your hips as he rubs you through your shorts only eggs him on further. 

“You can’t? Then tell me why you're already fucking soaking.” Wonwoo scoffs, pulling back to stare at your blown-out pupils. The expression on your face is sickly saccharine. 

Wonwoo shouldn’t want another round with you; he shouldn’t have fucked you in the first place. Yet the lust that builds inside him rescinds any ounce of his reasoning. 

“Tell me you don’t want me. Tell me that you’ve been ignoring me this whole week because you’re over me.” Wonwoo speaks in a shallow tone of voice, staring deep into your eyes, attempting to find a way out before it's too late. 

A simple shake of your head breaks Wonwoo free from whatever semblance of control he had left. 

“I-I can't. You know I like you.” 

“Of course you do. Can’t resist me, can you?” Wonwoo growls in your ear, his hands gripping at your waist under the fabric of your top, pushing it up to expose your chest.  

“Mmph… Wonwoo…” is all you can muster, pushing yourself closer to his body. 

The growing ache travels from his abdomen all the way down to his cock, his bulge rubbing against you to increase friction. Pert nipples rub against his chest as his hands snake down to grope at the plush flesh of your ass. The tiny sleep shorts you have on ride up, your pussy pulsing with need as he continues to do as he pleases. 

A groan escapes his lips when you get on your tippy toes to kiss him. You’ve gotten better since the first time, and Wonwoo can’t complain. His tongue pushes past your lips while he hoists you up in a smooth motion, throwing you on the couch with reckless abandon. 

There’s no time for games, no more cat and mouse. Wonwoo wants to fuck you, and you’re willing, just like he had expected. 

A squeal leaves your lips as he flings you onto the couch, and without a second to waste, he shoves your shorts off. The seams are practically ripping from the force of his actions, leaving your bottom half bare for him to devour. Balling up the fabric and chucking it over his shoulder, Wonwoo presses his lips to yours once more. Every whimper and whine muffled by the lewd swipe of his tongue against your own. 

This time is different than before, you don’t protest or voice out your doubts, letting him take the lead. Wonwoo relishes the fact that he’s spun you into his web of infatuation; nothing is going to stop him from claiming your body. From the moment you had confessed that you’ve never had anyone else inside you, Wonwoo knew that he’d be the last. You mustn’t get it twisted, though. Wonwo wasn’t here out of care or love, but ownership. 

“God, your little cunt is so fucking wet. You secretly enjoy getting used like this, don’t you?” Wonwoo whispers in your ear, voice low and dripping with lust. 

He doesn’t wait for a response; you were too wrecked just from being under him to even answer. The pads of his fingers were already rubbing your bare pussy, circling your puffed up clit before dipping into the wet heat that he’s been thinking about for the past week. 

The moans that leave your lips are high-pitched, coming out more like breathy whines as he pumps his digits in and out of your sopping hole. Wonwoo’s dick is rock hard as he watches you unravel before him, the pink tint on your wet lips spurring him on. He wants to be inside your tight walls— he needs it.

“Gonna fuck you so good, baby, you’re gonna forget why you were ignoring me in the first place,” Wonwoo states, his fingers pulling away from you. A whine erupts from your lips from the sudden lack of touch. 

  It doesn’t take long for him to shed the last of his clothing, quickly shoving his sweatpants and boxers down until his length is waving over you like a looming illustration as to what is going to happen next. 

“Wonwoo… fuck me please,” you beg, staring up at him like he’s personally hung the moon and the stars in the night sky. 

If he were any normal being, he would’ve found your fondness cute. But he’s far from it. The look you give him is infuriating, so fucking annoying to the point he needs to pound the adoration of you. 

Wonwoo’s hand wraps around your throat, squeezing you harshly as he mutters, “You’re whining like a bitch in heat. So fucking needy.” 

There isn’t any need for talking beyond this point; his cock slams into your pussy with full force. The sound of him splitting you open comes out in loud squelches from how wet you are for him. One hand around your neck, while the other grips the underside of your thigh, hooking it around his hip as he pistons into your sweet little cunt.

The sound of skin on skin is music to his ears, his pace relentless as he chases the high of your tight walls. Your round eyes stare up at him as he looks down at you, grunting with each push of his into yours. His cock can feel you clenching around him; the way your heat flutters around him makes him feel lightheaded. A high that only you can give. 

Wonwoo hates to admit it, but your pussy is addicting. Like a shameful bump of coke in a club bathroom. He knows he shouldn’t give in, but somehow he’s crawling back with his pride left at your doormat. 

“Ahh… Wonwoo…” you whimper, the tip of his cock bruising your cunt, leaving the shape of him memorized inside your gut. 

Dark eyes stare down at you, his glasses low on his nose bridge, cheeks flushed as he exerts all his energy in chasing his orgasm. The feeling is so familiar, yet so new when it comes to you. 

“You’re gonna let me cum all over your tits? Right, baby?” Wonwoo groans, pumping your hole rapidly before pulling out. He doesn’t care for you to even answer his question before he’s stroking his dick, white spurts of semen splattering your chest and torso. 

Without missing a beat, Wonwoo cleans himself off with the tissues left on the coffee table before pulling his sweatpants back up, leaving you there to fend for yourself. 

  A sigh leaves your lips, cleaning yourself off before sitting up. Arms behind your back as you prop yourself on the couch. Undeniable resignation washes your face as Wonwoo collects himself. He can see the disappointment in your eyes, but he knows to leave you wanting more or else there might not be a next time.

A single question leaves your lips. 

“Does this mean we’re dating?” Your voice is full of hope, it makes Wonwoo laugh. 

“Fuck no.” He responds, “I’ll text you, though.” 

✮⋆˙ note: sorry this took me so long to get out and idk if it’s as good as the first part but i hope you like it! leave an ask or reblog if you liked this update :>