PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE USE YOUR PERFECT MIND TO GIVE US ANYTHING WITH SWITCH WOOJIN, I THINK IM THE ONLY ONE WHO LIKES TO WRITE HIM LIKE THAT
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Hong Woo-jin - Devotion
hong woo-jin x mid-size!female!reader
summary: Woo-jin finds out you have been keeping a secret from him in order to protect him, which leads to a heated argument and making up.
warnings: fighting, explicit content, mentions of stalking, p in v, fingering, head (m and f receiving).
word count: 6,4k
a/n: I don't really think I wrote switch!Woo-jin to his full potential for which I apologise but I still hope you enjoy! I used particular words like “thick”, “soft” to describe the reader’s body, which is why i put “mid-sized”. Also I got a little carried away! Any feedback is appreciated!
The car ride back home was so silent, you could hear a pin drop. Sitting in the passenger seat of Woo-jin’s car with your hands clasped together in a nervous habit, you shifted from looking out the window at the city lights, shining brightly against the black night sky, to looking to your left, eyes landing on the man beside you. His body stiff with unspoken fury, big hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, making his triceps flex under the sleeves of his white t-shirt, his dark eyes fixated on the road ahead of him, not looking at you for a second. Even when infuriated, he never dared to drive over the speed limit, knowing how scared you get when someone drives too fast.
After a few minutes of unbearable stillness, the overpowering feeling of frustration in the air made it hard to breathe, and the car came to a halt in front of the dark mansion. You unbuckled your seatbelt slowly and looked over at Woo-jin, who was already out of the car, closing the door shut, before rounding over to your door, opening it for you with his rough hand extended towards you, inviting you to take it. Despite the ongoing strain between you, he never acted out or disregarded you - he treated you with respect, always, no matter what. You took his big hand in yours before slowly getting out of the car. The two of you walked to the front door, your hands intertwined, before he opened it and urged you to go in.
“Can we talk about this? Please…” you said softly, turning around the minute he closed the front door, but seeing him already move for the kitchen, and towards the fridge. You hurried behind him, not about to let him avoid you or distance himself from the situation, locking himself inside his own mind.
“What exactly do you wanna talk about?” he said, frustrated, looking through the fridge until his hand landed on the cold water bottle at the back.
You had wanted to talk it out, but now that you were alone and had all the time in the world, you didn’t really know what to say, all words leaving you the second you demanded to work it out.
You watched as he opened the bottle and took a few big gulps before setting it down on the counter, the sound sharp in the enveloping silence. You could see how tense he was from the way his shoulders stayed locked even after he put the bottle down, his frame stiff, intense emotions trying to fight their way out.
He dragged a slow hand across his face, staring at nothing for a second, his jaw tight. He slowly turned around to face you before continuing, “You wanna talk about how you kept this a secret from me for almost a month? About how I had to find out from mom instead of you coming to me?” he said, elbows planted on the kitchen counter, putting his head in his hands and letting out a loud sigh.
For a moment, he just stayed there in silence, head hanging low as if he was trying to keep himself together. You knew what you did wasn’t your most rational decision, and it definitely wasn’t your brightest idea, but you had good intentions, you were looking out for him, for all of them.
“I don’t understand you,” he admitted quietly, hurt slipping through the frustration. “How could you carry something like that alone and not tell me?” he said, finally setting his eyes to look at yours. You opened your mouth to argue but nothing came out.
Woo-jin watched you carefully from across the kitchen island, his frame slightly slumped over it, his dark eyes looking more tired now than angry. You could see the internal battle he was fighting as you spoke, and wanted nothing more than to reassure him that he had no fault in this - it was all you, you were to blame.
“I was just trying to protect you…” you said, your voice small but echoing in the silence of the night. You looked down at your hands, clasping them together to keep them from shaking.
“Protect me?! I am the one who should be protecting you,” said Woo-jin while running his hands through his hair aggressively. He couldn’t bear the thought of you getting hurt because of him.
You stayed quiet, thinking of the last month; the way you started noticing the same people wandering around your work place, the strange black car that planted its tyres outside your office window and stayed there until you walked out at the end of the day; and there were those strange phone calls coming through every day, which you answered, only to hear someone breathe hard against the speaker, the eerie feeling sending shivers down your spine; you were scared of course but you weren’t dumb. You knew exactly who all those things pointed to - Im Baek-Jeong, or more specifically, the people who worked for him, since he is said to have been killed. Your boyfriend and his best friend, Gun-woo, were his sworn enemies, and he would have done anything to make them suffer, but now that he is gone, that task is left with his people.
You knew what all those things meant; they weren’t coincidences, you weren’t being dramatic - you were being watched, targeted. They had somehow found out everything about you, including the fact that you were Woo-jin’s girlfriend, which, supposedly, makes you his biggest weakness. They knew that the only way to truly harm him wasn’t by inflicting physical damage on him but by taking it up a notch and hurting someone he loves, and that someone happened to be you.
Unfortunately, you made the mistake of confiding in So-yeon about your fear after she noticed you looking out the window more frequently, receiving calls and leaving the room to answer them, returning only to look a little paler than usual, the fear in your eyes every time you got a notification, the way you were becoming a little more distant (which went unnoticed by the boys but not by her).
That’s when she pulled you aside while Woo-jin and Gun-woo were distracted, arguing about whether they would be able to survive a zombie apocalypse.
She asked you worriedly if something was up, why you seemed so jumpy these past few weeks. You denied, telling her you were fine, and tried to make your way back to the table when she softly grabbed you by the wrist, making you turn around. The look on her face broke something in you, which made you spill your guts.
That was two days ago - you guess she held off about a day, trying to figure out what the right thing was - telling Woo-jin and betraying your trust, or not doing something and potentially endangering you. You didn’t think that sitting down to have dinner in a cosy restaurant, which the whole family loved, would end up with half screaming and the other half crying. To your luck, the place was empty except for you, and no one witnessed the whole ordeal.
You hadn’t noticed you had started crying until it was too late, tears were spilling down your face, down your neck, wetting your soft skin. You tried to wipe them with the back of your hands, but they continued overflowing, like a river breaking from its bank.
Woo-jin heard your small sniffle and his head shot up from his hands, his eye filled with worry and regret. He jumped to his feet and rounded the counter until he was standing in front of your shivering frame.
“Baby, baby, please don’t cry…” he said, his big hands cupping your tear-stained cheeks, thumbs wiping your tears away. “I am so sorry, I know you meant well, but I just got so scared about not noticing all those dangers surrounding you because it’s me who’s supposed to protect you, not the other way around,” he admitted, all while looking deeply into your glossy eyes, his own filled with sadness and overcome with fear.
“I thought I was doing the right thing…by keeping it from you. I thought I was doing you a favour, you know. You have been so happy these past months that I felt so guilty for potentially taking that away from you,” you said, voice thick with emotion, your chin trembling slightly.
Woo-jin’s expression softened instantly at your confession, the frustration in his face long gone, melting into something far more painful.
“Hey…” he whispered gently, his forehead pressing against yours for a brief second, hands still cupping your soft cheeks, as he tried to calm you down. “Baby, look at me,” he urged you to do so, eyes full of desperation. You slowly lifted your watery eyes to meet his soft brown ones.
“You could never ruin my happiness, do you understand me?” he said softly but firmly, trying to get you to really listen to him, thumbs still brushing gently beneath your eyes to wipe the tears that had magically stopped flowing once his hands were on you, his touch healing. “You are my whole life, without you I know no happiness! Nothing matters more to me than you being safe…”.
You let out a shaky breath at his confession, knowing you are the most important person in his life as he is in yours, which always shocks you, no matter how many times you have proved it to one another. You were so grateful to have him in your life, always by your side, his presence secure and unwavering.
“I didn’t know what to do…” you said after a few seconds. “What I knew was that I didn’t want things to go back to the way they were before. I didn’t want you always on the run, fighting, coming home hurt…” you said, your mind drifting back to the time Woo-jin would come home beaten and bruised every night, his ribcage purple with fresh bruises, his knuckles torn up from all the brutal punches, his face full of cuts, blood dripping down. You pushed those painful memories away, returning to the present moment, to Woo-jin now, untouched, safe, and happy, which he really was up until tonight.
Finding out his happiness was based on nothing, that it was entirely temporary, was expected. He knew that it was far from over and that the fight had just begun, but for some reason, he was able to drift into his normal way of living, foolishly thinking it might just be over. Of course, life had a way of getting at you.
“I was scared that if I told you, you would have reacted impulsively in order to keep me safe, you would have gone after them and end up hurt…a-and I don’t want to see you hurt ever again…” your voice cracked slightly just thinking about him being hurt, ”So I thought keeping it from you would keep you safe,” you said, your eyes, now dry of tears, landing on his, looking deep into his soul. His strong hands went from your cheeks down to your shoulders carefully, almost like he was reassuring himself you were really standing in front of him.
“You have to promise me to never keep something so serious from me, not when your life is at stake…I would never forgive myself if something were to happen to you,” he said before pulling you into a tight hug, his body warming yours. You lay your head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his sweet scent, while he placed a soft kiss on the top of your head, holding you flush against his chest, like he was afraid you would disappear.
“I promise,” you whispered after a while, pulling your head up to look at him, his soft brown eyes landing on yours, then slowly moving down to your soft lips and back up.
His lips were on yours in seconds, crashing with such intensity that it made your body tense up, eager for his touch. His big, rough hands began roaming down your soft sides while he backed you up against the wall, as predator would prey.
Your back hit the wall, your body caged between his broad frame and the rough wall. His hands made their way under your shirt, his soft touch sending shivers down your spine. You arched your back at the contact, pushing your chest against his.
His lips began trailing down your jaw in messy kisses, down the smooth skin of your neck, sucking roughly at your flesh, making you moan out when his mouth circled that particular spot he knew made you act up.
You felt him smirk against your neck at the sounds escaping your mouth, his hands moving down to unbutton your blouse, working the buttons with ease, while your hands land in his hair, pulling at his brown locks.
He pulled his lips from your skin slowly as if it was a magnet he couldn’t pull away from, to get your blouse off in a swift motion, leaving you only in your bra, his eyes landing on yours in the dimly lit kitchen, full of love and heat as you knew yours were.
The tension in the room was heavy, your bodies so close to one another they could become one. You put your hands on his hot cheeks, pulling his face against yours, lips crashing once again in a passionate kiss, the sensation of his mouth moving against yours making your head spin. His hands trailed behind your back to unclasp your bra, slowly freeing the straps from your arms and letting it fall to the floor next to your blouse.
His big hands cupped your breasts, his thumb and pointer fingers massaging your nipples softly, making you moan out against his mouth. His warm hands felt cold against your heated skin, making goosebumps ride their way down your body.
“Fuck, baby, you are so beautiful…” he said, breathless, breaking the passionate kiss to take in the sight of you - lips swollen, cheeks hot with desire, messy hair falling down your shoulders. He swore he could burst in his pants right then and there.
He slid his big hand to your neck, thumb stroking your soft cheek as he brushed his lips against yours. You opened your mouth, letting his skilful tongue slide in.
Your mouths began moving in sync, tongues fighting for dominance. His strong hands made their way down your sides, stopping to grip the soft flesh of your waist, while yours found their way to the back of his head, pushing it forward to deepen the kiss.
He pulled away, panting hurriedly against your lips, breaking the contact for just a second before ordering you to, “Jump.” his voice was hushed, his hot breath tickling your ear, before slamming his mouth against yours with such hunger that he needed your soft lips moving against his in order to stay alive.
You jumped up from the ground slightly, his strong hands catching you from under your thick thighs, big palms planting themselves on your ass, keeping your body impossibly close. He moved you up the stairs with ease, his hands holding you securely, his lips never leaving yours.
Woo-jin reached your bedroom door and opened it, one arm outstretched to push the handle, the other going under your thighs, holding your whole body weight with balancing on his forearm effortlessly, the thought making your cunt pulse with need. He walked up to your bed and slowly lay you down on the soft white duvet, before pulling his lips away from yours.
He trailed his big hands down your stomach and to your lower abdomen until they reached the hem of your pants. He looked up at you, eyes searching yours for silent approval. You nodded your head frantically, unable to contain your excitement, your patience wearing thin.
He let out a breathy laugh before beginning to unbutton them. You lifted up your hips off the bed for easier access. He took his time pulling them down your legs, his lips planting light kisses down your soft thighs, your knees, and calves before he took them off completely, throwing them somewhere behind him.
He then stood up and pulled his shirt off hurriedly, sending it flying across the room, before moving on to his pants, his hands trembling with anticipation as he took them off, now with nothing apart from his underwear, which barely contained his growing bulge.
You looked at his sculpted body, feeling your underwear soak. Woo-jin looked like something out of a dream; his ripped chest on full display, his abs so prominent you could outline them perfectly; his broad shoulders down to his big biceps, strong forearms, and muscular legs; all showed years of hard work and determination, making you bite your lower lip at the sight.
“Like what you see, baby?” he said, smiling at you after noticing your dazed stare, moving towards you sprawled out on the bed with your legs open slightly.
“Mhmm,” you said, eyes staring right at him from below. He put his big palms on both your knees, pushing them apart before positioning himself between your legs.
He lowered his head to yours, giving your mouth a quick peck before trailing down to your chest. His big palms cupped your breasts, giving them a squeeze before he placed his wet mouth onto your nipple, making you moan out in pleasure.
“Fuck…you drive me crazy, you know that, right?” his voice strained, almost painful. His cock was now straining his underwear at the sight of your chest, glistening from his spit, the fabric stretching out painfully against his erect member.
His mouth left your breasts after a minute, the nipples perked from his attentive touch, and he began slowly moving down your stomach, his hands going to tug at the hem of your panties. When his mouth reached your lower abdomen, he looked at you from below, his dark eyes overflowing with desire.
“Wanna eat you out so bad, baby…please, can I?” he said against your clothed pussy, voice laced with desperation, his hands on your thighs, squeezing your squishy flesh.
“Please…” you answered, still breathless from his torment upon your chest.
He smiled up at you so brightly, as if you had just offered him a billion, but to him, your sweet juices spilling on his tongue, your sweet moans as his tongue ravaged your wet heat were invaluable.
His long fingers hooked onto the hem of your panties and slowly dragged them down your thick thighs, past your knees, and to your ankles before taking them off and throwing them somewhere behind him.
Woo-jin grabbed your soft hips with his big hands and dragged your body to the edge of the bed before sinking down onto the carpeted floor, his face at eye level with your glistening cunt.
He pressed his thumb over your wet entrance before groaning, “You’re fucking dripping, baby”. Your pussy clenched against nothing at his rough voice, excitement running through your whole body at the thought of his mouth on your heat.
He then pulled your lips apart with his thumb and pointer finger, before lowering his head down, his tongue landing flat against your hot cunt, the mere touch making your hips buckle against his face, and your eyes roll back in long-awaited pleasure.
His tongue began licking short and sensual stripes up your wet sex, making you throw your head back and grip the white duvet below you.
“Oh God…fuck!” you moaned loudly when his tongue began flickering faster, his thumb pressing down on your clit, gently massaging the sensitive spot, sending shock waves through your body.
Your hips buckled up ferociously against his face, hands flying down to grip his brown locks, making him let out a groan, sending a strong vibration through your body. You kept him flush against your cunt like your own personal toy, his tongue moving faster than any vibrator could.
His nose was pressed against your cunt as his tongue devoured you like you were the tastiest thing in the world, and maybe for him, you were.
Woo-jin heard the way your breath hitched, the way your fingers gripped his hair tightly with every lick of his skilled tongue. He knew you were close, your thighs beginning to tremble from the overwhelming sensation.
“Woo-jin!” you moaned loudly, your voice and the wet noises coming from his mouth against your cunt echoing through the empty mansion. “Mm s-so close, baby!” you gasped, fingers digging deep into his scalp, extracting a raspy groan out of him.
“Let it out, baby,” he mumbled, his skilled muscle not once stopping its assault on your puffy cunt. Your thighs began to tremble uncontrollably from the overwhelming sensation. You threw your head back and gasped, your hand pushing his face flush against your heat in desperate need for release as the wave of your orgasm hit you like a truck, knocking the breath from your lungs.
Woo-jin’s thumb circled at your clit, his tongue slowing down its flicks as he licked every last drop of your sweet juices. He stopped his abuse of your cunt only when you had ridden out your high. He pressed a quick kiss to your pussy, making you squirm in overstimulation, before standing up from the floor and lowering himself, hands caging your head to look at you.
Breathing heavy, still recovering from the brutal orgasm, you grabbed his face and kissed him hard, tasting yourself against his hot tongue. You trailed your hand down his chest, his sculpted stomach, before cupping his hard cock through his underwear. Woo-jin let out a whimper against your mouth at the sensation, his dick straining his boxer briefs, hips buckling towards your hand, desperate for your touch.
You pulled away from the kiss and slowly sat up on the soft mattress, your hands pulling his underwear down to reveal his painfully erect member, pre-cum coating his tip.
You were now on your knees, face to face with his hard cock. You wrapped your delicate hand around the bottom, giving it a teasing tug, which made him choke out a moan and buckle his hips against your face instinctively.
“Fuck…don’t be a tease, baby. Let me watch you take me in that pretty mouth of yours.” his rough voice made you clench your thighs tighter. You stared up at him from below, his broad frame hovering over you, his sharp features illuminated by the soft yellow light.
You brought your head down and licked up his shaft all the way to his tip. You looked up at Woo-jin while taking him in your hot mouth slowly, cheeks hollowed out. He let out a shattered moan at the sensation, his big hand finding its way in your hair, not pushing, just resting.
You took in as much of him as you could inside your mouth and worked your hand up and down the rest.
“That’s it…you’re doing so well, baby,” he said, his strong hand stroking your hair, letting your throat adjust to his size. When the sting in your throat died out, you began moving your head up and down his cock slowly, then began to pick up the pace until your nose was flush against his balls.
“Fucking hell…” he groaned, throwing his head back, the veins in his neck bulging, his muscles flexing from the overwhelming sensation of your hot and wet mouth sucking on his cock, stars overcrowding his vision.
You sped up your movements, head bobbing up and down at a rapid pace, one hand massaging his balls while the other rested on his muscular thigh. You felt his dick twitch inside your mouth, signaling to you he was close.
Woo-jin’s big hand, still in your hair, was now far from just stroking it. He grabbed the back of your head harshly, not harsh enough to hurt you, but more to ground himself, before he began thrusting his hips against your mouth fast. The sound of his loud moans and your throat gurgling were now filling the room.
You let him use your mouth to reach his high, loving the way he looked when he fell apart - his mouth open agape, strong arms flexing from the overwhelming pleasure, his hips snapping ferociously, no rhythm, only his need for release.
His breath quickened, his hips snapping erratically against your mouth before coming to a halt, his cum hitting the back of your in thick ropes. You swallowed everything he gave you obediently, loving the salty taste going down your throat.
He moved his hips a few times, riding his high out before loosening his grip on your head and gently pulling his cock out of your mouth.
You sat up on the bed, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.
“Are you okay, baby? Was I too harsh?…” he said, voice laced with concern, as he put his hand on your chin, getting you to look at him, his brown eyes now softer, full of adoration. His touch was gentle, as his thumb stroked your cheek.
“No, you were perfect…” you said, smilling up at him, your reaction making him let out a chuckle. You felt your wetness drip down your thighs from having him use you as his own personal toy. Your cunt was pulsating with desire, needing to have his cock, tearing at your folds.
You bit your lip at the thought. “Woo-jin…” you said softly, eyes glued to his. He stared at you softly, awaiting, knowing he was ready to do whatever you wanted.“
“Fuck me…please,” you begged, your expression pleading. You saw the slight shift in his expression, the way his eyes darkened with desire, before he smashed his mouth against your so hard your body hit the mattress.
Woo-jin climbed on top of you, his big hands on your thighs, pulling your legs apart to stand in between them. As your tongues twisted in a heated battle for dominance, he trailed his rough hand down to your heat, pressing his thumb against your clit, the movement making your body jerk and attempt to close your legs, but having his muscular body stand in your way.
He pulled away from your hot mouth to look down at your body hungrily. Woo-jin moved his hand from your clit to his mouth and spat on it before rubbing his spit all over your pussy. You pushed yourself onto your elbows and gazed at him through hooded eyelids as he wetted your heat, letting out a soft moan at the sight but also at the slight pressure of his fingers against you.
“So pretty…” he said, not tearing his eyes from your glistening folds. Woo-jin began pushing one finger inside slowly, his eyes snapping to your face to catch any sign of discomfort. You closed your eyes at the stretch, his thick finger pushing in slowly until his palm was flush against your cunt. You let out a shredded breath, feeling your walls clench, adjusting to the familiar stretch.
His hand began moving slowly in and out of you, your walls having adjusted to his finger, were spasming hungrily for more. Woo-jin buried his face in your neck, placing messy kisses down your soft skin as he began pushing a second finger inside.
“Ohh fuck!” you moaned out at the feeling, one hand reaching up to his head, fingers tangling in his brown pock, nails digging in his scalp, maling his groan against your neck.
His fingers bottomed out, his palm pressed up against your heat. He moved his thumb over your sensitive bud skilfully, waiting for you to adjust.
After a minute, your cunt began loosening its grip on his fingers, and he began moving them in and out slowly. He picked up the pace, thrusting his hand and moving his thumb over your clit all while he continued to kiss messily down your collarbone.
You felt the familiar feeling in your lower belly as he rammed his hand against your cunt, his forearm flexing with every hit, the wet sound of your hole taking and clenching his fingers was filling the room.
You threw your head back as his fingers hit that particular spot that made your insides spasm in pleasure. You let out a pornographic moan as he hit your g-spot over and over, bringing you closer to the edge.
He pulled his mouth from your skin and hovered over you, his big frame caging you underneath him.
“You like that, baby?…Fuck, you look so beautiful like this.” Woo-jin groaned at the sight of you sprawled out underneath him - your hair a mess, skin damp from your sweat mixed with his saliva, eyes hooded with pleasure, lips swollen from biting them, trying to keep your moans in.
His words were enough to send you over the edge; his rough groans as his fingers slammed in and out of you mercilessly, his thumb circling your clit, making your thighs shake with pleasure.
You arched your back against the duvet, letting out an embarrassingly loud moan as the wave of your orgasm hit you hard, knocking the breath out of your lungs. Your warm walls clenched hard and fast around Woo-jin’s fingers, still moving in and out of your dripping hole, helping you ride out your high.
His fingers continued their abuse on your cunt, his thumb still circling your sensitive bud, sending shockwave after shockwave through your body, the overstimulation making you squirm underneath him, thighs shaking with pleasure. You grabbed his strong forearm with your hand, making him slow down his movements and bring them to a halt.
He pulled his fingers out slowly. They were coated in your slick juices, the sight making your head spin.
“Fuck, you’re dripping, baby,” he said, bringing his soaked fingers into his mouth, tasting your sweet juices.
“Mmmm…you taste so good,” he moaned out at the taste of you on his tongue, sure that you were the most delicious thing to exist. He could spend days between your legs, tongue ravaging your cunt and slurping up your candied juices, or fingers slamming in and out of your puffy cunt until you are squirming from the overwhelming sensation.
He licked his fingers clean before his eyes landed on your naked frame, your gaze utterly fucked out, your cheeks flushed both from the intense orgasm Woo-jin gave you but also from the way he looked - the way the dim light illuminated his his sharp features, the way he looked at you with so much love as well as hunger, the way his body glistened with sweat from the overwhelming heat between your bodies.
He leaned down, big hands on either side of your head, and kissed you slowly and passionately, making you taste yourself on his hot tongue. You moaned into his mouth and buried your hands in his hair, nails digging into his scalp.
His hands roamed down your body, appreciating your every curve, worshiping your whole existence.
Woo-jin gripped your hip steadily with one hand while he grabbed his cock, so hard from watching you cry out underneath him, he could bust any moment, with the other, aligning it with your leaking entrance.
Pulling away to catch your breath, you pressed your warm forehead against his, not caring about the sweat stuck to your skin, your eyes gazing lovingly into his soft ones.
With foreheads pressed against one another in an intimate gesture, Woo-jin pushed the head of his cock into your tight hole slowly, extracting a whimper out of you at the sweet stretch.
“Shh…I know, baby,” he cooed, his hand going up to stroke your hair soothingly as he continued to push into you gently, feeling your tight walls make room for his cock until he bottomed out.
Woo-jin stayed unmoving for a minute, his head now buried in the crook of your neck, his hot, heavy breath fanning your already damp neck. You rested your soft hands onto his broad shoulders, giving them a slight squeeze, signaling for him to move.
He pulled back slightly before sinking back in, his cock filling you up to the brim.
“Oh, fuck, baby, you feel so good…” he moaned out against your neck, hips beginning to thrust faster into your wet cunt, his hard abdomen hitting yours with every deliberate thrust.
"Fuck, Woo-jin...faster, p-please, baby," you cried out, nails digging crescent-shaped marks into his strong back. He didn't need you to tell him twice before he began snapping his hips into you mercilessly, the sound of your cunt squelching around his thick cock, taking him in so deep, you swore he managed to bruise your cervix every time, echoing through the dimly-lit bedroom.
He pulled his head from the crook of your neck to look at your face. The moment his eyes landed on you, he was absolutely certain you would be the death of him. Your eyes were closed from the intense pleasure coursing through your body, brown furrowed slightly, your cheeks flushed, damp skin glowing slightly from the low bedroom lights, making you look like an angel, fallen down from heaven, your lips were swollen from constantly biting them trying to contain your moans, your mouth was slightly agape, breath hitching every time his cock hit your g-spot.
Woo-jin loved seeing your face when you made love. That's the main reason why his favourite positions were missionary and cowgirl, but other than look at your pretty face, observing your reactions to his every move, Woo-jin was obsessed with kissing your soft lips while his cock dove in and out of you at a rapid pace, with roaming his big hands down your soft body, landing on the curve of your waist or gripping your hips to keep you in place while he snapped into you, your breasts bouncing with every thrust.
He kissed you passionately, his rough hands planting themselves on your waist, handling you like a rag doll as he pulled your whole body down to meet his hard thrusts, making you cry out loudly every time your bodies met. He trailed a hand down to where your bodies intertwined and began circling your wet clit with his thumb, sending waves of shock down your spine, making you tighten your hold onto his strong frame, nails leaving long red marks down his back.
He trailed his lips from your hot mouth, down your jaw, and planted them onto your neck, sucking on that particular spot, which made your walls clench.
"Don't stop! I'm s-so close!" you moaned out loudly, throwing your head back in pleasure. His thrusts stayed the same - rough and deep - his thumb applying slight pressure onto your sensitive bud, rubbing fast.
You felt your high approaching, your thighs began to shake violently, your back arching slightly off the bed, your eyes rolling back from the overwhelming pleasure.
"Let it go, baby...I gotchu," Woo-jin whimpered against your ear, and that was enough to send you over the edge, the strong wave of your orgasm crashing over your whole body.
He continued his abuse on your cunt, now chasing his own high. Your walls were clenching fast around his cock, making him moan out loudly into your neck before he spilled his load inside your velvety folds.
The air was filled with the strong smell of sex as your bodies refused to move from their current position. You were both breathing heavy from the intensity of your orgasms. He pulled himself up onto his hands, his cock still buried inside you, his hips unmoving.
"I love you so much, baby..." Woo-jin whispered, his face hovering over yours, his eyes now softer, full of love. "I am so lucky to have you, my gorgeous, most beautiful girl," he said softly, while planting soft kisses on your neck and up your jaw.
He grabbed his cock with one hand, the other planted on your soft hip as he pulled out of your tight folds slowly, making you whimper at the empty feeling. When he was out, he laid beside you on the plush duvet and turned onto his side, facing you. You followed his lead, and now you were laying so close, you could feel the warmth radiating off his body.
"I love you too, Woo-jin...so much," you answered softly, your fingers going up to his forehead, fixing his messy hair, before remembering the events leading up to this moment - the restaurant, the fight, the silence, the anger.
"I should've told you. I was just s-so scared that if I did… you’d get hurt.” You swallowed hard, eyes dropping for a moment. “And I don’t want to see you hurt ever again,” you said, voice low but still echoing through the silence of the night.
You saw his expression shift slightly into something more vulnerable. Ï understand why you kept it from me...you were scared, I get that, but please just...just promise me you'll never hide something so serious from me again," he said, his voice low, his eyes pleading with you. "If something had h-happened to you..." you heard his voice crack slightly, the words struggling to leave him. He looked away for a moment, taking a deep breath before continuing softly, "I wouldn't have been able to live with myself."
Your chest tightened painfully at his words, the sight of him so broken piercing through your heart.
“Woo-jin…”
“No.” He shook his head lightly, taking your hands into his. “Do you know what’s been going through my head ever since I found out?” His grip trembled ever so slightly around yours. “All I can think about is how alone you must’ve felt. How scared you were while pretending everything was okay around me.”
“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” you whispered, seeing the effect your pain had on him.
“I know.” His thumbs brushed gently across your knuckles. “I know you were trying to protect me.” He let out a shaky breath before finally meeting your eyes again. “But I need you to trust me enough to let me protect you too.”
