steal me with a kiss — lee hoseok/wonho
a/n: this was the most self-indulgent thing i’ve ever written and believe me, as someone who’s masterlist is like half wonho, mostly everything i write is self indulgent. this fic has consumed so much of my soul, it’s probably my favorite thing i’ve ever written honestly so pls enjoy 👀👀 also big thank you to leila, jazzy, nae, and rosie for listening to me while i was writing this when i would not shut up about it <33
word count: 4.0k (i kNOW)
content: sub!wonho, dom!fem!reader, lots of kissing, hickeys and marks, oral (f receiving), fingering (m receiving), pegging, dacryphilia/crying, aftercare scene, some angst, he’s a bit different than i usually write him, not exactly bratty but up until the end he’s not the sweet bunny that i usually write him as :,)
summary: so pull me closer and kiss me hard, i’m gonna pop your bubblegum heart.
in short: wonho is a daydream and a nightmare all wrapped up with a pretty little bow. he’s the cutest thing to ever exist, his body is impossible to take your gaze off of, his smile wrecks your heart and his smirk makes you lose your mind. he’s an unforgettable beauty, and the worst thing is: he knows it.
you’re not sure what exactly you are with him, whether you’re dating or you’re just friends with benefits or if you’re just so wrapped around his finger that it’s impossible to escape.
you remember the moment you got hooked on the pink-haired beauty.
the scene is set at minhyuk’s party last year. you remember how minhyuk even warned you. he warmed you how the pretty boy with the muscles and the pink hair picks his target and steals their heart ruthlessly, sucking them in with cute smiles and dark smirks. it’s like he doesn’t even have a heart of his own.
you remember the way he pulled you away to a room where you were alone.
you remember how his hands wandered as you dragged your nails against his skin and wrapped your hands around his neck, feeling satisfaction from how you could feel his pulse, feel his breaths in and out even if you weren’t actually choking him yet. however, there wasn’t a single bit of fear in those dark brown eyes. you kissed him while he smiled against your lips with you still holding his neck. he tasted like the sweetest liquor and you wanted nothing more than to get drunk on this pretty thing, “you’re so pretty with my hands around your neck.”
you remember how he still smirked and winked when you murmured how you’d love to ruin him. his touch kept you just as locked against him as you kissed him until you were satisfied, pulling back to simply stare at him, his pretty lips all parted and puffy from your bites, eyes half-lidded giving him the impression of both the predator and the prey.
you remember how his hands wandered under your clothes, holding your waist against him, and you remember how perfect his body looked up close, how you’d kill just to get your teeth on his neck and chest, how you were already imagining him shivering before you even knew what this boy’s presence would do to you.
and you distinctly remember how he pulled away from it all so easily, left a kiss on your cheek, and disappeared out the door without a trace. ever since that moment, it’s been him in your head, his smile and his eyes and his lips and his body that floods your thoughts.
and you can tell that he loves it, he thrives off of the attention. he’s constantly flirting, sending you sweet messages just to keep you thinking about him (there’s really no need to, you already are most of the time), etc. it’s enough to drive you mad.
most of your interactions are just his teasing words, his pretty smile, and/or his intoxicatingly beautiful body, leaving you starstruck. it’s either that or he drags you away to make out. maybe you’ll wrap your hands around his neck or maybe you’ll bite his lip and taste the blood or maybe something else entirely and then disappear right from under your grasp once again. he’s an enigma.
and then he calls you one day, saying all the sweet nothings he always says before getting to what he actually wants you for, “you should come over, baby.”
“i’m busy, wonho, maybe next week,” you murmur, but it’s a lie. you know it’s a lie and, perceptive as he is, he knows it too.
“but you said that last week! are you avoiding me?” he pouts. you can’t see it but you know he does, he makes the kind of voice he does when he pouts.
“what? no, i’m not avoiding you—,” bullshit, you absolutely were, “— but i have things to do. i’m sorry the world doesn’t revolve around you.”
“yours does,” he mumbles under his breath jokingly (though he’s not wrong), “c’mon, i just want a little bit of your time! don’t you miss kissing me?” yes, yes you absolutely do. take away all of his smirkings and teasing words and he’s absolutely heavenly to kiss, perfectly melting against you in a way that’ll make your head spin. his bruised lips haunt your memories, his soft, dazed eyes are all you want to see.
“i- wonho, please,” you plead, but knowing he’d already won you over, “don’t talk like that. you’re playing so dirty.”
he giggles, “hmmm, but don’t you wanna kiss me? bite my lips? kiss me until i’m aching? leave bruises on my hips from how tightly you hold me-?”
you hang up the phone on him.
god, why did he have to talk like that? it makes your cheeks flush, so flustered from his words, so wrapped around the idea of doing all those things to him it makes your head spin.
wonho. the boy with the softest giggles and sweetest eye smile and the smirks that drive you wild and the body that would make anyone’s knees weak. maybe he’s so used to people wanting to be ruined by him and that’s why you interest him so much because there’s no other reason he’d give you so much of his attention.
he doesn’t exactly give it out to you freely, but it’s so much more than anyone else gets. you’re sure it’s because he adores the attention, so he doesn’t mind if you’re a bit more dominant than he’s used to (he might even like it).
it’s so obvious how much you’ve fallen for the pretty boy with pink hair, the lovesick feeling in your heart never quite dissipating. it’s obvious because even after all the attempts at trying to avoid him today, you’re there knocking at his door, and he’s pulling you in quickly as he shuts the door and pins you to the wall as fast as he can, keeping himself as close as possible to you as he murmurs, “hi, baby.”
it’s incredible how breathless it leaves you, but you pull yourself together almost instantly, pulling him closer by his waist, humming in contentment as your hands rub up and down his waist, feeling the muscles that drive you so desperately crazy, “hello there, my pink prince.”
he giggles, “you like my hair a lot, don’t you?”
“guilty as charged,” you murmur, raising one of your hands to grip him by the back of the neck, giving him no chance of escape as you press a kiss to his lips. he smiles because fuck he’s always smiling like the cheeky bitch he is. his smile is so beautiful but it’s always laced with the right amount of cocky energy to keep you on edge.
he pulls back just to murmur, teasing in the way he speaks, “you can kiss me harder than that,” and so you do. you grip his jaw so tightly you just hope it hurts, kissing him with the intention of leaving his lips aching with cuts and bruises. he moans as you kiss him, knowing it’ll drive you insane, and of course, it does.
once you’re done with his lips, having sufficiently bruised them up, you start to kiss down his jaw, bringing your hands back down to his waist to keep him against you, before pulling away, “was that hard enough for you, baby?” you ask with a mocking tone when you say the pet name he loves so much.
“nothing’s enough for me, baby,” he breathes a bit heavily, still with that stupid grin on his face, and you roll your eyes, “you know you love me.”
you sigh, because god he’s right but you want to wipe that smirk off of his face. ‘of course i do but god you really love to watch me suffer don’t you?’ your head is so clouded with feelings of him you can’t exactly boil down to one word. is it love? or do you just want to see him break, see all of his act break down? “you're going to drive me insane,” you mumble under your breath, “you can’t bring me here just to taunt me.”
“i can do what i want, baby, your heart is mine to break,” he murmurs, but you’ve had enough of his attitude.
it’s your turn to smirk, pulling him in by the collar of his shirt, whispering, “just like how your body mine to wreck, right, baby?” he whimpers. god, it’s barely audible, but he whimpers and it’s everything you’ve been wanting this whole time. you don’t say anything about it because he’d obviously pretend it didn’t happen. but it did, and it was the most satisfying thing you’ve ever heard.
his break in composure doesn’t last long at all, “well there’s a bright pink strap-on in the closet calling your name,” he murmurs, leaning in just to taunt you, “so why don’t you ruin me?”
it’s startling because the furthest you’ve ever gone was make out until your lips hurt and touch each other, groaning and moaning as your lips made messes out of each other, but he doesn’t look even a bit hesitant, so you decide you might as well take the opportunity. maybe he’s got you wrapped around his finger, but you’ll have your thighs wrapped around his head soon enough, “hm, how about instead you get on your knees and earn it?”
he slips for a second time, somewhat startled and almost flustered by your words, but he recovers just as fast as the first time, “of course, i’d love to,” he murmurs, sinking to his knees like it’s where he’s meant to be, his place being before you. he looks up at you with half-lidded eyes and a smirk, and all you want is to see him fall apart, it’s everything your soul craves, “can i?”
“if you say please? maybe,” you see the way he rolls his eyes at your words, still with that grin on his face, but he plays your game.
“can i please take off your pants and panties so i can pleasure you so when you’re satisfied enough you fuck me until i see stars?”
you groan, “that attitude isn’t gonna get you far, baby, but go ahead,” he fumbles with the zipper of your jeans, pulling them down along with your underwear so he could get them off of you. still up against the wall, you let him pull them off, watch him as he sets them next to his bed.
he crawls even closer to you until he’s so close to your cunt that if he leaned in just a little bit more he could give it a lick. he looks up for permission one last time, so oddly obedient even when he’s so cocky.
you nod, giving him the go-ahead to go in and lick up and down, fucking you with his tongue, sucking on your clit gently but increasing the intensity once it’s not enough. he holds the sides of your thighs to balance himself and to also be able to touch you, but what if you....“hands behind your back, wonho.”
“oh, you say my name like it’s a weapon, baby,” he leans back with a smirk to whisper while looking you in the eye. you force his head back to your heat with your hand, though you can feel him smile even more. despite this, he does keep his hands behind his back for the duration he spends on his knees eating you out. he’s cute with his hands behind his back, you muse. he’s incredibly skilled at it, and you wonder just how many times he’s been in between a girl’s legs. the thought makes you jealous in a way it absolutely shouldn’t.
“make me cum, sweetheart, and i’ll fuck you as hard as you want,” you mumble, gripping the bubblegum pink hair on his head as he works even harder to help you reach that high.
the second it hits, your moans halt for just a moment before becoming louder as you start to heavily grind against his face, using him for every last bit of pleasure you can before letting him go. he falls back onto the ground, breathing even more heavily than you, “sorry if that was too much.”
“don’t be, i like being useful,” he murmurs, before getting back onto his knees once he recovers somewhat, that stupid smile back on his face, “do you want me to keep going, baby?”
“stand up,” you order, and the second he’s up you’ve got his jaw in your hand, pulling him close, “go get that strap-on you were talking about, undress, and get on the bed. you’ve got lube right?”
he pulls your hand away from his face, pressing a teasing kiss to your palm, “of course i do, babe, don’t worry about it,” he winks before disappearing into his closet only to reappear with exactly what you asked for. he does what you ask, having a somewhat shy moment as you throw off your shirt and watch him undress, but he decides to make a show of it, sexily throwing off his shirt. he keeps that lust-filled, seductive eye contact throughout him taking off the rest of them, leaving his perfect body in all its glory as he sits on his bed, docile just like you asked.
you move from your spot in front of the wall for the first time, and without any conscious thoughts, your hands are already on him, rubbing his chest before you press kisses to it, “how about i mark you up? would you like that?”
“y/n,” he breathes with that same smile, “you can do whatever you please with me,” every word out of his mouth is enough to wreck any chance of this just being an innocent hook-up because god you need him to be yours. as much as you’re already his, he needs to be yours.
“but do you want me to leave marks?” you ask again.
“i want you to ruin me, baby, of course i do,” he groans as you make your choice to bite down on his collarbone, settling on just leaving one mark for now. you suck on the freshly-bitten skin and kiss it one last time as an apology before moving on, but you can tell from the way his breath picked up that he loves it just as much as you do.
“your body is so perfect, i just want to leave endless love bites, but we’d never get to the main event,” you say as he licks his lips in excitement, “and i can tell by your hard cock that you wanna get there sooner rather than later.”
“what can i say? i’m made to be loved and ruined,” his words once again leave you wrecked. how he always knew exactly what to say to someone like you (who’s not exactly a submissive person) is beyond you.
“and ruined you’ll be, now spread your legs, rest one on my shoulder,” he does as told, placing his right leg on your shoulder and keeping his legs spread wide for you.
you put some lube on your fingers, and glance over at him, just to make sure he’s ready. you work your first finger in there as he makes a face of discomfort, but the second you were about to pull out and try to comfort him, he starts moaning so, so softly, begging under his breath for more.
it’s a bit startling of a change, but it disappears somewhat quickly (not as quick as the first two times) when he gets himself together, “baby,” he murmurs softly, “more.”
“you’re so demanding,” you laugh endearingly, but the change of pace is deceptive; he’s still smirking even with a finger in his ass. you press another finger in, and his breath hitches, but he still manages to recover his composure rather quickly.
your movements are gentle and small at first, but you gradually pick it up, especially when he murmurs, “come on, you can do it harder than that,” he bites but there’s barely any venom in his words. he then has to hold a hand against his mouth to hold back the moan that followed you moving a bit more roughly. you don’t stop him nor do you call him out, but you can see him slipping away. It feels incredible.
“don’t you wanna fuck me now? drag your nails against my skin? pull my hair and make it hurt?”
“be patient,” is all you murmur back in return.
he groans in annoyance this time, pulling himself as close as he can to you, holding onto you to keep himself upright, “why are you trying to resist me? god, you know you want to ruin me, why are you holding back? what do you have to lose by giving in and giving me hell?”
his words leave you shuddering, wrecked with thoughts of him and only him. why were you holding back? because you wanted to not be the only one that’s a complete and utter mess, you wanted to watch him crumble to pieces because you didn’t want to think about how he’s got you so bad, but you’re as compliant with his demands as he is obedient with your orders, “flip over, get on all fours.”
you cover the strap in lube, careful (somewhat) in the way you enter him, slightly enjoying the strained look on his face even if you don’t say a word about it, “you can move now, don’t be gentle with me,” he mumbles, and you’re more than happy to fulfill that request even if he’s still so demanding for someone in his place.
you start to move and his whines become gentle moans as he gets more comfortable with the pace, but you try to be a bit harder and rougher and you also reach your hand around to jerk him off lazily, just for the added stimulation.
“you look so pretty,” the words leave your mouth absentmindedly, and it’s precious to see how everything is starting to affect him more, how he tries desperately to keep himself composed, but his cheeks are flushed and he bites his lip to try and hold back. he’s remarkably good at keeping his cool, but you’ll break him sooner or later. you just have to be patient.
“a-ah, fuck, you can be rougher, i want more, please,” he admits, pushing back onto your strap slightly.
“you’re gonna have to beg for that, baby,” you prompted.
“please! i-i’m pretty when i cry, so make me! i know you think about being so rough with me until i break and j-just sob, just make it happen already! please!” it’s not exactly begging, more just trying to tempt you, but that’s exactly what this boy is: tempting. every part of him naturally pulls you in, keeps you locked against him no matter who’s in control, it’s just something about him that makes him irresistible and it’s infuriating.
but you give in, like always, fucking him harder until you can faintly hear his cries under the sounds of skin hitting skin. even still, he’s not satisfied, “pull my hair,” he breathes, “hurt me.”
you groan but reach your hand out to pull his hair, loving the way he yelps, crying out as you mutter, “my perfect little bubblegum slut, aren’t you, wonho?”
“y-yes!” he whines, shouting out the words you’ve been aching to hear, “fuck, god, i’m yours!”
“then cum for me, baby,” you mumble as his body almost gives in as he pleasure crests and he cums, moaning like the pretty pink whore he is while his tears stain the white pillowcase and he grips the white sheets like his life depends on it. he cries out moans while his cum gets all over your hand and some on the bedsheets.
his body just completely gives in when he cums though, and he can’t hold himself up on his elbows and knees any longer, so he just falls against the bed as you pull out of him, leaving an absolutely wrecked version of the heartbreaking boy that once inhabited that body.
he’s shaking and reeling from his high as you get back on the bed with him, pulling him close to press kisses to his forehead and hoping to provide some sense of comfort as aftercare. his head rests against your chest as he tentatively wraps his arm around your waist.
you whisper, “you’re okay, angel, i’ll take care of you. whatever you want, now,” and though he was already crying, you can tell he starts crying harder, burying his face into your chest so he doesn’t have to face you, “what’s wrong? wonho? are you okay?”
he doesn’t hold back the second he doesn’t have to, “fuck, i think i’m in love with you,” he murmurs, so soft it’s hard to catch. the air is quiet and tense for a few moments, “i think i love you, y/n, i don’t know what to do.”
his confession leaves you speechless. after all this time of pining after the cruel-hearted boy with pink hair and a cute smile, learning that it wasn’t all one-sided feels like a dream.
“i, uhm, i guess you don’t feel the same,” he raises his head to smile at you one last time, but it’s not like the other ones. this one makes you so sad, aching to protect the vulnerable heart of the boy in front of you, “thats... okay. i guess my charms didn’t work as well on you. bummer...”
“i- no, wonho, i do. i do feel the same,” you bring your hand up to run through his hair, and he leans into your touch, “you’ve got me, angel, you had me from the first kiss.”
“at min’s party last year?” he smiles half-heartedly when you nod, “god, i really thought you’d just be another one, but i got so wrapped up in it all myself, so i kept just trying to keep you at arm’s length, but you just persisted and i don’t- i don’t know what to do anymore,” he sighs, adjusting to rest his head on your chest but looking at you this time, “do you, uhm, do you really mean that? you really feel the same? this isn’t just some way to get back at me, right?”
“i’ve spent too much of my time thinking about you and your lips and your body not mean that,” you hear him giggle, and it brings your heart a sense of peace to hear that, “genuinely, i’ve never met someone like you, wonho. you’re so confident and sure of yourself, but you easily became exactly what i wanted and i just didn’t know what hit me.”
“i didn’t know what to expect at minhyuk’s party, when your hands were around my neck, i didn’t expect to love it so much. everyone always wanted me in control, so that’s what i did,” he explains. it feels like he's just babbling at this point, but you still listen to his babbled as you play with his hair, “but i loved how it felt to say those things and to see it all unfold in your eyes, i wanted you to be unable to resist me.”
“well i suppose you were successful in that,” you murmur, holding him close as you, “but, you do realize that i only know that act, right? i’ve fallen for what i can see, but at some point, you’re gonna have to let me fall in love with you.”
he sighs, and you can see the most adorable of pouts on his lips (ah, you’re falling for him already), but he concedes, “i- please don’t break my heart-,” a strong demand coming from him of all people, “-promise me.”
“i promise,” you echo, “i promise.”
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