Playing With Fire (H/M) - 2
Genre; Horrorish with some smut
Length; 1,400+ words
Warning(s); very very mild mention of violence
It’d been days since you met Wonho, and though you hadn’t seen him since that night the feeling his hands and lips on you still lingered.
“God..” You sighed as you buried your face in your covers, trying to block out any inappropriate thoughts you were having about him when your father barged in.
“Y/n.” He says coldly, as he pulls the blankets away from your face. “Get your ass up. I’m going on another hunt with Sal, I need you to lock the doors and windows after I’m gone.”
Rolling your eyes, you nodded- reluctantly complying as you lazily dragged yourself out of bed. At least he’s not dragging me along this time... Sitting there at the edge of your bed, you slowly rose; running your fingers through your unbrushed hair as you followed him down the hall. “You know you can at least ask me nicely if you’re not gonna knock.”
Your father scoffed, shaking his head as he kept silent. Figures.
As the two of you silently trotted down the stairs, he watched as you made your way to every window; making sure you secure them before he left. “Okay, they’re all locked.” You airily replied as let out a shaky breath. “With both the normal locks and the one you installed.”
He nodded, giving you a weak hug before exiting the door- leaving without even saying an ‘I love you’ or ‘goodbye’. You just watched as he climbed into his friends truck, before shutting and locking the door.
Despite having such an awful relationship with your father, you hated when he went on hunts. You were always so scared that one day he wouldn’t come back, that you’d never to hear him sternly call your name again- that you’d never be able to receive one of his half-assed hugs again, but you accepted that this was something he’d never give up on.
Walking over to the kitchen, you decided to grab something to eat to soothe your overworked mind. “Hmm..” You hummed as you opened the fridge, crouching down as you scanned through your options, but just as you reached out to grab something a loud crash rang through the house.
Immediately you shot up, “What the-” Your heart raced as more rattling seemed to fill the house. It had to be coming from upstairs, the lower floor didn’t have many rooms and it sounded way too muffled to be coming from somewhere so close. You patted your hip then thigh, searching for you blade only to realize you left in your room- Damn it...
As you made way into the living room, the shuffling became louder; it was definitely coming from upstairs. You automatically tried to leave as your father’s words came to mind, “If I’m ever gone and someone- or something’s in the house, get out and run to Sal’s. Amber will be there if he isn’t.”
Quietly, you walked over to the door; trying not to alert whoever... or whatever was in your house, but as you twisted the door your heart sunk as the door didn’t open. Fuck.. the locks... Beads of sweat formed on your forehead as you came to realized you couldn’t leave, the locks were too loud and the door creaked way too much; it’d catch you before you could ever take a step out of the door.
Looking around the house, your eyes immediately fell on the house phone- Dad, I need to call Dad. Rushing over to it, you picked it up and dialed his number as quickly as you could, but as you put the phone up to your ear you were met with nothing but an eerie static.
“Fuck, fuck..” You repeated in a hushed tone while attempting to stay calm. If you were really going to have to face this thing, you’d have to do it with a clear head.
After taking a few deep breaths, you walked over to the staircase; cringing each time a step creaked underneath your feet. “Who- Who’s there?” You stupidly called out as you neared the top of the steps, only to met with an uncomfortable stillness. “I’m- I’m armed. If there’s anyone there I suggest you come out now.” Still nothing.
As you reached the top, you stayed near the way as you inched your way down the hallway; your heartbeat being the only thing you could hear in the silence. “I’ll ask one more time..” You called out, trying to mask your fear by speaking louder but before you say anything else your door creaked open ever-so-slightly.
You stood there, frozen in fear for some time before finally gaining the courage to go in. “Who’s..” You shaky voice automatically trailed off as you saw him, Wonho, sitting on your bed; chuckling at the sheer fear that coated your words.
“You know, y/n.” He began, combing his hands through his now dark blue hair as he stood from his spot. “You’re literally the least intimidating thing I’ve ever come across. You’re a bad liar too...” As he said this, he pulled out your blade; twirling it between his fingers then tightly gripping the handle as he stepped closer to you.
Immediately you found yourself in defense mode, “Get the fuck away from me.” You growled, ready to bolt for the door only for it to be shut then locked.
That smug ass, toothy grin of his sprawled across his face as he tilted his head slightly, “What? Are you really that scared of me that you’d run?” He teased, taking another step forward.
“I swear to go, if you get closer you’ll regret it.” You warned through gritted teeth, clenching your fists so hard your nails dug into the palms of your hands. “I’ll hurt you..”
“I’d like to see you try, babygirl.” He replied, chuckling as swiftly closed the space between the two of you.
The instant he was close enough you swung but were immediately met with his harsh grip as he caught your wrists- stopping you seconds before your fist could connect with his face. “Let me go. N- Now..” You huffed as you tried pulling away from his increasingly tight grip.
“Why, y/n?” He teased, scraping the cold sharp blade along your forearm. “Are you scared I’ll kill you?” Just as he finished speaking, you tried to pull away once more but, of course, your attempt wasn’t successful.
Instead, he harshly yanked you toward him; pressing you up against his muscular form as he held the knife to your cheek, slicing into your soft flesh just enough to give you a paper cut like wound. Your face contorted at the quick sharp pain, whimpering as you felt blood slowly trickle down your face.
Wonho’s plush lips curled up into a malicious yet playful smirk as he watched your blood delicately fell down your cheek. “Mhmm so pretty..” He purred, leaning into you. Licking his lips, displaying his newly forked tongue.
Despite your weariness, just the sight his tongue swiping across his reddened plump lips while the feeling his dark eyes looming over you had the slickness between your legs growing.
Moving in closer, he left only inches between the two of you. “Mind if I-” He added, his honey smooth voice shaking you to the core. “Have a taste?” As he closed the space between the two of you, his long tongue sweeping along the side of your face; sending chils running down your spine. “Mhmm..” He groaned, flicking the fork of his split tongue against your wound once more before forcing himself to pull away.
That sexy smirk of his sprawled across his face, “Since your blood tastes so fucking sweet..” He smoothly said, moving his lips down to your jaw; planting soft enticing pecks along your jawline. “I wonder how delicious your little cunt will be..”
You knees automatically buckled at his words, the wetness between your legs nearly soaking through your leggings. “Wo- Wonho..” You shakily mumbled as you seemed to be unable to say anything else but his name.
“What baby?” He chuckled, nipping at the sensitive flesh of your neck while tightly pressing your body against his. “I know you want me, just like you did that night..”
His gently yet harsh bites had needy little whimpers flowing out of you, “P-Please..” You whined as he began grinding his hardening members along your clothed heat.
“Sh, sh,-” Wonho replied, picking up you up as he walked backward towards your bed. Swiftly, he turned around, tossing you down onto the mattress before climbing on top of you; with the blade still in hand, he ran it down your chest. “I was going to wait but..” He added as he reached the end of your shirt, slipping the icy weapon underneath it- slowly cutting open the thin fabric.
“You’re just too delicious to resist..”
To Be Continued .. (if you angels want it ofc)