whatās on your mind? - jww
a/n: based off of this text post. this is part 3, part 1 and part 2 here.
content: kinda sub!wonwoo (reader mostly leads), coworker!wonwoo, fem!reader, sexy glasses-wearing man ww, very soft and they are both in love with each other, lots of touching, kissing, scent kink stuff, lil bit of begging, hickeys obviously, mentions of oral sex (reader receiving), lil possessiveness and jealousy for flavor, they get interrupted by the pizza delivery boy, idek what sex position is going on so donāt ask, reader does wear his clothes but there are no implications that heās bigger or taller, if you like this pls let me know i crave ur validation <3
disclaimer: donāt fuck your coworkers <3
even though he left after you, he makes it to his apartment without word that youāre there yet. he needed to tidy up anyway, so it worked out perfectly. he sees your car pull in after a few minutes, but he waits until youāre at the door instead of going outside to meet you. not that he has anything to hide because heās single, but thereās something weird about you both being out together in broad daylight.
when he opens the door and lets you in, your freshly applied perfume his him more than usual. that signature scent already had him wrapped around your finger, but itās never that strong. heās already getting distracted.
he helps you take off your coat, laying it on the couch as you watch him closely. his eyes meet yours cautiously, āwhatās on your mind?ā he asks, a bit awkward.
āyou,ā you murmur offhandedly, and he blushes a little bit, even if he expected the answer, āwhat about you? whatās on your mind, wonwoo?ā
he canāt help wanting to be closer, so he takes a couple steps so that your bodies are pressed up to each other, still some room to breath but itās dwindling. he holds you by the waist as he says his answer, looking down at nothing in particular, āyou as well.ā
āyeah? what about me?ā you ask, resting your hands on his shoulders neutrally, almost like you donāt know what you want to do with them yet.
āyour perfume,ā he answers, inhaling right after. you can feel him shudder on the exhale like itās the most erotic turn-on ever. even just smelling that scent has him hard. he probably shouldnāt even tell you for fear that youāll use this power against him, but heās not thinking too rationally, āyour lips, yourā¦ā he doesnāt finish talking, instead giving into the burning urge to kiss you.
once the kiss starts getting intense, he pulls away to take his glasses off, setting them on the counter before going back for more with twice the energy and passion. wonwoo has never been this intense, and it leaves you wondering how strung up you must have got him.
you instinctively move your hands to his hair, your fingers running through it wildly as you kiss him; itās not as much fun as leaving him to look like a wild mess while still clocked in, but he looks in the blurry reflection of the tv and his hair is already going in like five different directions. he canāt stop this.
you pull away to look at him, and he opens his eyes to look back, āwhatās wrong?ā he asks.
ānothing, itās justā¦ā your thumb brushes his cheek soothingly, but he wonders if you do it to self-soothe too, āare we sure we want to do this?ā
ācan i be honest with you?ā he asks, knowing youāll say yes but still asking permission. you nod, and so he continues, āi have never been more sure of something in my life. i need you so much, baby,ā his words at the end sound like a whine, almost like a cry for help, āi need you so, so bad,ā he repeats.
āshh,ā you whisper in his ear as you guide his head down to rest on your shoulder, āiāll take such good care of you, good care of us,ā your hands rub down his back, sliding into his pockets as you two hold each other, āhavenāt i all this time?ā
āyes, of course you have,ā he murmurs, playing with the hem of your shirt, lowering his voice even more to say one last, āi need you.ā
āwhereās your bedroom, baby?ā you say, and he lifts his head up to look, pointing before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards it.
you shut the door as you both enter, āwhat do you want, baby? what can i do for you?ā you ask, pulling him closer, brushing his hair out of his eyes. heās so charmingly soft in everything he is and does.
ācan you take off your shirt?ā he asks awkwardly, cringing at his own his words after he hears them too. he wouldnāt be this inept if he wasnāt so enamored with you.
ādo you want to take it off me?ā you ask him so sweetly. his hands shake involuntarily as he undoes each and every button, so slowly but itās so sweet and intimate and heās so pretty when heās focused. he pulls it back and down your shoulders, laying it out nicely on a chair so it doesnāt get wrinkled; such a sweetie he is, āyour turn, baby. you gotta take your shirt off, too. donāt be shy.ā
heās not really shy, but when he takes it off, heās hyper-focused on your reaction. he notices the way your gaze changes, but you suddenly look hungrier; like you could eat him alive. itās kinda hot, heāll admit. you come closer to him with hands roaming all over his chest and abs and neck and he thinks he could faint if he doesnāt keep a grip on himself.
āyou want me to touch you properly, donāt you, baby?ā you ask, his whine more than enough of a response, ājust say please, angel. i know exactly what you want. just say it, gotta hear you say it.ā
āplease,ā he groans, your hand feeling him up over his slacks before unbuckling his belt and helping him shrug them off. you pull at the waistband of his underwear before reaching your hand underneath them. he moans so pretty with your hand on him, finally helping him instead of just teasing.
but youāre a tease at heart, so of course your lips still find his neck, still kiss and bite and leave bruises wherever they traverse while your hand works his underwear down just enough to let his cock out, getting him worked up and ready for whatās about to happen.
he notices the mirror on his wall. even if he canāt see perfectly, he looks so wrecked already. something about his messed up hair gives him away, not to mention his cheeks are bright red and heās moaning like heās in heat already. so desperate in just a few minutes.
youāre not much different, already so riled up from working him up and the amount to which just watching him turns you on is incredible. heās a sight to behold for sure, but maybe thatās not the intended way. heās still so fuckable regardless.
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you both stop when you hear a noise.
his doorbell.
āoh my god itās the fucking pizza i ordered,ā you groan, āgive me a t-shirt real quick.ā he searches around for the closest one, tossing it to you as soon as he finds one. itās one of his favorites, and the way it looks on you in the 2 seconds he got to see before you ran out of his bedroom has him dizzy. itās oversized on him anyway, so itās not like thereās much a difference in fit, but itās just something about you wearing something of his.
he sits on his bed with his underwear at his feet, dick out and everything because heās assuming youāll just resume when you get back. he catches another glance at himself in the mirror, marveling at the various healing and recently forming brusies on his neck and chest while he faintly hears your voice in the background talking to some guy.
the second he feels a semblance of jealously in his heart, he knows heās fucked before you even get back.
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āiām sorry, babe,ā you murmur, slowly shutting his bedroom door, āi left the box on the table whenever weāre ready for it. sorry for the interruption.ā
ādonāt be sorry,ā he whispers back, pulling you by the arm closer to him, holding you close. his sudden clinginess is startling, but not unwelcome, āyou look so pretty.ā
you get on the bed with him, sitting in his lap, feeling his hardness underneath you, āitās the shirt, isnāt it?ā you ask, like you could read his mind. his face makes you giggle, āyou wanted to be exclusive even when we werenāt fucking. youāre possessive, baby, itās okay.ā
āi canāt help it,ā he groans as you grind against him, teasing in the best way possible, āi like you too much. couldnāt stand the thought of someone else having you.ā
āso i caved and gave you what you wanted. arenāt i so nice?ā you say as you move off him, his eyes watching you hungrily while you undress, āwith no one to fuck for months on end, guess i became a little irrational. youāll fix that problem for me, wonāt you?ā
āiāll do whatever you want me to,ā he murmurs as you fall back into his arms, naked just as he is. he falls back against the bed, taking you with him.
you kiss his collarbone, using the tip of your finger to write out your initials on his shoulder. a little mark of you that only his body will remember, āmy pussy is tired of waiting for you, baby.ā
thatās his cue to get on with it; enough teasing each other. he notices how wet you are at this point. you really werenāt lying. it makes him smile when he feels it between his fingers. he can feel impatience radiating off of you, and he doesnāt have the self control to do anything but exactly what you want.
his cock slides in easily but still a little snugly, and he waits a second before rocking his hips up. the angle is somewhat awkward, but you look like youāre having a good time so heāll deal with it. heās strong enough.
you keep pressing kisses to his neck, but theyāre much less controlled and a bit sloppy now. you keep whispering into his ear, praises that he loves or dirty talk that makes him blush, āsuch a good boy. always treating me so good. so good to me.ā
his breaths are shaky as he gets closer. itās so obvious heās getting close, but he tries to hold back because heāll get flustered if youāre not even halfway there yet, which he assumes youāre not.
ābaby,ā he says to get your attention. it feels like a whimper and a cry for help, āi canāt hold back much longer. you feel so good- oh my god,ā his facial expressions say it all, āplease donāt be upset.ā
āthatās okay, you can cum.ā
āiāll make you feel so good after, i promise- iāll-ā his eyes shut as his sentence cuts off suddenly. you can feel his body tense up, all his muscles and all at once. you continue moving your hips as his movements still, helping him ride out the orgasm a little bit. he holds his breath for a few seconds before breathing incredibly heavy like he was just working out. you swear his never held your hips this tight in your entire time together; itās like heās holding on for dear life.
you give him a second to lay there and catch his breath, watching him with a smile. he follows through with his promise to make you finish. heās so weirdly good at giving head for someone with little skill. must be a god-given talent.
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as he sits at the counter in his kitchen with you, eating pizza while you go on a rant about something work related, he canāt help but like you just a little more. youāre wearing his clothes now because apparently youāre sleeping over, but heās fine with it; he likes how you look in his clothes and in his bed. you look like youāre his, and his heart swells just a little bit.
āwhatās on your mind?ā you ask as you take a bite. thereās no other answer but you.
maybe tonight wasnāt the night to talk about love. letting the feelings just slightly hang in the air instead may be for the best. he knows you have a lot on your plate, and he has to take a backseat until you can get your life back together with work being so overwhelming right now.
but youāre still here for tonight. and if this is all he can have tonight, heāll take it (and just hope youāre down for round 2 after the pizza energy boost. and then maybe round 3).
