warnings: details of wonwoo, wonwoo's lips, wonwoo's deep voice, wonwoo's height, wonwoo's attentiveness, fluff, lots of kissing!
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It's best to say, observing Wonwoo has got to be the most satisfying slash productive hours of your life. He is fun to analyze, albeit predictable with routine as straight as ABC. Honestly, he is just endearing even when he is only breathing. Every day, he starts his day with a few push ups before taking a shower, heading straight to the kitchen for coffee after. "There's coffee on the counter," you give thanks by kissing his cheeks, because you learned the hard way not to point out his act-of-services.
When he is reading, he tends to get sucked into the book, lost in whatever thoughts in his head. Most of his reading is calm, eyes blinking slowly, batting his eyelashes almost with his breathing slow and steady. You love to sit next to him when he is reading, even sit on top of him, chest to chest because as you match your breathing with his, you know you'll be asleep in no time. The quietness in the room, the temperature just nice and don't even start with his warmth. His palm splays on your back, rubbing up and down to lull you into a deeper sleep, to which he joined minutes to hours later.
Everything about him is so serene.
He has this habit of touching his lips when he is so deep in his thoughts. Eyebrows scrunch, occassionally pouting from all the complicated words he is reading. And sometimes, well most of the time, he would rub his stubbles growing on his chin. He shaves of course, but within days his baby beard will grow back again and he can't be bothered by it. He sports the stubbles like it is nobody's business, looking so deliciously manly you just want to kiss along those stubbles. The scratchy sensation prickling your skin when he goes as near as kissing you, anywhere on your body, it makes you shudder with delight from just thinking about it.
Takes a lot in you to absorb his magnificence. On the first meeting, you just thought that he was shy, kept words to himself most importantly, you thought he was the hottest nerd you've ever laid your eyes on. His nose, probably what he himself thinks is his best feature, feminine and incredibly straight with the slope ending with a pointy tip. It matches his eyes—his best feature for you—slanted and sharp, like he could see right through you. He was a tad bit annoying when he showed off his intelligence, but hot nontheless. The way he talked with conviction, laughing like a villain when Mingyu decided to challenge his intellectual.
His lips. Those lips that utter softness, always giving you assurance. The same lips that debates with Mingyu, and sometimes Jeonghan. Thicker bottom lip, with an upper lip that is feminine with a deep cupid's bow. And when he kisses you, your body tingles with every movement. The groans he spill, with his deep voice that you can feel in your spine. It makes you shiver. When he compliments you, it comes with a kiss.
"My pretty girl." A kiss on your cheek, at random hours every day.
"You did amazing." A kiss on your shoulder when you lost in a game.
"You look cute." A kiss on your neck when he sees you relaxed, reading a book he suggested.
"I love you." A kiss on your forehead and on your lips.
It's everytime he speaks, a kiss will land somewhere on your body. You love it so much.
You also love how soft spoken Wonwoo is. With that deep voice of his, he can easily scare people away but because of the way he articulates his words softly, he sounds like an actualy sunshine. Especially when he comes to you and spill about his day, sounding so excited. What makes it funny to you is when he reenacts some jokes the member told him. The thing about Wonwoo is that he is not an animated speaker. Minimal hand gestures, body language reserved, it's up to his tone for you to decide if he's telling a funny story. But when he laughs, be sure that his nose will scrunch.
At night, when you two are getting ready to sleep, he always asks if you're having any trouble lately. If you do, he will listen and let you finish talking, his hand keeping busy with caressing your hair until you fall asleep like that. If you don't, he will hum you to sleep.
Wonwoo is a tall guy. He makes it a habit to kiss the top of your head. He loves the height difference between you two, how your head fits right on his chest. It makes hugging you so much better when you can listen to his heartbeat, arms circling your neck as he pushes his cheek against your temple. He gives the best hugs, it's not as frequent as his kisses but when he is into it at certain times, he won't stop. Especially after tour, days without physical contact will take a toll on him. He is snaking his arms around your waist with his palm rubbing your back, swaying side to side without a single word. He hopes, and he knows, his hug delivers the best "I missed you" message.
You miss his presence the most when he's not there to make your coffee in the morning. Or when he's not there to tie your apron when you're cooking because being the graceless one between the both of you, you always forget to. He knows when to act. Like when you are entering the car, he will take your bag so that you can sit without sitting on your bag. How he laid out your pajamas on the bed for you, so that you don't have to rummage your closet after showering. To be fair, he wants to match with you, which is why he is always a step ahead.
"Tonight is a pink pajamas kinda night." He says, showing the pajamas he picked earlier like it was some prize, which you giggle at.
There are times where he even surprise you, saying that your period will be in a few hours. And he's spot on. How does he knows this? "Your boobs look bigger, and you've become sexier in the last hour." Sounds crazy but his methods are flawless!
"Of course you notice my boobs." You say while rolling your eyes, and he can't help but to kiss you stupid. You're glowing in his eyes, always the most beautiful.
"They're my favourite baby! I won't be the man that I am today without your boobs."
contains: newlyweds!reader and wonwoo, minor injuries, lots of fluff, multiple smut scenes (MINORS DNI), they're sick and in love its gross
synopsis: You and Wonwoo have said your I dos in front of the entire world, and now it's time to uphold them when it's just you and him.
[a/n]: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY ONE AND ONLY MY GUIDING STAR MY WIFE AND PARTNER IN CRIME CAMOTHY @highvern I love you so much this fic is purely to torture you and only you and no one else. you asked for honeymoon wonu and you are receiving honeymoon wonu. I hope you enjoy it ily ily ily
thank you so much to @starlightkyeom for betaing and listening to me yap about this, I love u to the moon and back, and thank you to @shadowkoo for all the help on the banner, ly raven <333
ps: heads up that is isn't very plot heavy I tried something new this time and attempted to let it flow as it came out. hope it holds up!! if you aren't cam then u must pay taxes in A) going to her blog and wishing her a happy birthday, and B) tell me ur thots about the fic in da reblogs heh!!! :3
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You let out the deepest exhale of your life.
Haphazardly strewn chairs, and you find the nearest one and plop yourself and your skewed reception dress on the padding. Your numb feet don’t have a chance to thank you immediately, but the tingly feeling means they aren’t entirely a lost cause.
Slouching as far as your shoulders would go, you pan the nearly empty venue, one that now looks like you accidentally slipped a tornado an invitation. Your eyes land on where Wonwoo is saying goodbye to the last few guests who definitely did not pay heed to your request for temperance at the bar. The uncle grips his bicep like a vice, blubbering congratulations you could hear all the way where you sat.
Wonwoo’s suit jacket and waistcoat are gone with the wind, hair tousled and spiking every which way—near inverse of the gelled, waxed and styled they sat earlier in the day; the first time you laid eyes on him standing at the altar with the sun in his eyes. The crisp of his shirt is now wrinkled from the dancing and the hugging and every other excessive movement he had to subject himself to today.
The final stragglers are your family, your sister already moving over to push you out of your chair.
“I just sat down!” you whine, not caring for decorum with the absolute day you’ve had.
“Go on with him, you have a flight to catch!” she stresses. “We’ll handle everything here.”
Wonwoo catches the last bit as he returns, hands in his pockets, sleeves rolled up to the elbows. Blatantly, you stare. “Handle what?”
“You guys should go ahead first,” she says.
“We have some time till we need to start rushing,” he responds, twisting his arm to look at the watch on his wrist. The lights are back on, so you can see him significantly clearer without the disco lights and low spotlights. His forearm is practically in your face, and if you weren’t so exhausted you would’ve taken a dive at the divot, teeth first.
But you don’t, because what stares you both in the face right now is a month long getaway of blue sky, green waters and lots and lots and lots of completely alone time. Since your sister is already so keen to get rid of you both, Wonwoo decides for you as he excuses himself to grab his strewn clothes.
She turns to you in his absence, and you immediately know there’s a grenade smoking behind her goading grin. “Well…?”
Brows raised, you’re defiant in your decision to remain nonchalant. “Well what?”
“Are you excited?”
“Of course I am, I just got married.”
“I mean the honeymoon.”
“Who isn’t dying to go Seychelles?”
She huffs and rolls her eyes. “You’re no fun.”
You shoot her an equally infuriating smile, “You can’t be mean to me today.”
“I already have,” she responds.
You don’t have a chance to be annoyed because Wonwoo is back, clothes draped over his arm as you are suddenly ushered into saying your last goodbyes. Flats on and heels in hand, ready to peacefully stroll out of the building you got married in.
You hook your arm around his as you cross the threshold out, the wind pleasant in the pitch black night. Walking to the car, the one you bought together, you feel like the threat of your dangerously full heart might finally erupt.
All day has been a rushing incline of adrenaline, from the moment you woke up, sticky eyed with bridesmaids over your head, to getting into your dress, to standing behind the giant oak doors that led you to the altar of your future. To the moment you heard the love of your life say I do for everyone who mattered to hear.
It’s late, and your flats crunch under gravel, pressuring every sore point in your foot. But you don’t care. One of Wonwoo’s arms is draped by his coat, and the other by you, a pressing silence falling over your pair. At peace.
“I’m glad we didn’t have a grand exit,” Wonwoo speaks your thoughts.
“Mhm,” you reply. “I like this better.” You look up at him as he halts his steps for a minute, and he leans down to kiss you for the nth time that night. All smiles.
The finality of an Exit felt like a staggering halt to your special day. You already knew you’d never want it to end, opting to let the night trickle out, ending it with just you left on the floor.
Something told you this would be more memorable anyway.
Everything’s packed and ready when you get home, a service to present you from past you. You turn to Wonwoo, who’s toeing his shoes off, who also was a horrendous sport when it came to packing early.
“Aren’t you glad we did this beforehand?” you taunt, waving your hands at the packed bags near the door. He only smirks, leaning in to grab your face and kiss you again.
“Of course, wife’s always right,” he mumbles against your lips, and the giddy feeling that’s been simmering all day gushes once again.
Wife.
“Welcome to the rest of your life.”
The dim bathroom light seeps into the bedroom, where you scratch your skin with makeup wipes to get the first layer off your tired face. It’s easy to slouch, wanting nothing more than to lay back against the pillows and fall asleep, fully dressed. You’re aware of all the outside germs you’re transferring onto your pristine sheets, but also cannot find the strength to care.
The water shuts off, and you take it as your cue to slug off the bed and take off your dress. Reaching over, your fingers grapple for the hook with no avail, arms already showing the first inklings of a very sore weekend. The zipper isn’t even within your vicinity, fingers aiming for nothing but skin and fabric.
You smell Wonwoo before you can register he’s out of the shower, the humidity carrying the scent of his body wash to where you stood on the other side of the room. It takes no time for you to feel both his hands on your waist, pulling you towards him before you can open your mouth to ask.
Cold fingers brush the skin above the hook of your dress, and it takes an effort to not melt into the carpet entirely. The dress is unhooked, the zipper pulled down as you feel the fabric release you into the bedroom air. He helps you push it over your hips, letting it pool onto the floor.
The sigh you release lingers in the air, prompting him to put his hands on your shoulders, squeezing your shoulders, thumbs digging into the back of your neck to release all the pent up tension. Then your upper arms, where he pulls you even closer, bare back hitting his damp chest.
“Tired?” he mumbles, arms circling around you and squeezing you tight.
Leaning back is the easiest thing you’ve ever done, only humming in response as you close your eyes, head against his shoulder. Droplets hit your skin in a cold cascade, his hair still wet. His hands roam around any expanse of skin he can find without releasing his pressure on your form, squeezing and massaging. The weight is welcomed, nearly falling asleep by the time he’s mouthing at your shoulder, breathing in the sweat of your skin.
“Are you gonna need help in the shower?” he asks. You know he’s not being cheeky, and you consider saying yes seeing as you’re five seconds from falling asleep standing up.
“I think I’ll be fine,” you mumble. “I’ll keep the door open in case I crack my skull on the tile.”
“Can’t have you dying on our wedding night,” he says.
“Enjoy the life insurance payout,” you crack one eye open, staring up at him.
“How many hours have we been married?” he muses.
You want to kiss him, suddenly slammed with a tsunami’s force of affection for the man that holds your leaning body against him like an ever-present pillar. Married.
He lets you go, but not before helping you pick out every last bobby pin in your hair, during which he remains in nothing but the damp towel around his waist. At one point you face him, forehead on his chest as he unravels your hair from the crown.
“Your towel’s inside, I’ll grab your clothes,” he says when he releases you, letting you walk into the bathroom to wash off the day.
Simply raising your arms to shampoo your hair is turning out to be a conquest despite the fumes of the scorching water invading your vision. The door is half open, and you can hear Wonwoo shuffling about in the bedroom, no doubt fixing the last bits before you have to leave for the airport.
Immediately, you sigh, the thought of loading and unloading the uber, going through security, checking your bags and then the god-knows-how-many hours of flight time settling in your bones like an additional phantom ache. By the time you’re done, towel wrapped around your chest and droplets of water still cooling your skin after a half hearted attempt at drying yourself, you’re spent.
Wonwoo is zipping up a bag when you emerge, unfortunately wearing clothes now.
“You wanna sit in the towel while I dry your hair,” he asks, already pulling out the hair dryer from the drawer.
“Are you done packing?” you ask, frowning.
“Just your toothbrush left.” He plugs it into the outlet. “I’ll grab it while you change.”
Forehead leaning on his tummy, he tousles the wet mop of your hair as the dryer fills the room with its white noise. That, paired with the bed where you sit, once again, is turning out to be a seductor of a lifetime.
When he’s done, and brushing out the tangles in your hair, you find the strength to ask him. “Why aren’t you as tired as I am?”
He chuckles, eyes focused on a knot that’s giving him a hard time. “For starters I slept for five extra hours. You know, considering my side of the party didn’t need to cake their faces.”
“You didn’t like my makeup?” you jab in jest.
“I loved it,” he responds, leaning down to kiss you on the forehead. “We’ll talk about it on the plane, considering you don’t fall asleep before we can even take off.”
“Or in the car. Or in the lounge.” You yawn openly. “Or right now.”
When you stand up, you wrap your arms around his neck, wanting to touch him for a little bit before attempting to put on clothes. His lips find the crook of your neck immediately, hands gripping you through your towel.
“I love you,” you mumble against his skin.
“I love you more,” he responds. “I know I already said it a thousand times, but this is still the happiest I’ve ever been.”
You have to bite back a snarky reply, but you feel the pool in your eyes anyway. Inexplicably, you hold on to him tighter. Worried if you opened your mouth you’d begin to sob—again.
He does let go of you, but only when his eyes land on the time. You’re dressed by the time he’s called the Uber and grabbed your toothbrush, shoving it into the front pocket of one of the bags. You’re quite useless the entire time, but Wonwoo doesn’t mind as he loads your limited bags into the trunk.
You manage to keep your eyes open on the ride to the airport, manage to not be a nuisance as you check in, and make it to the lounge with limited hassle.
“We only need to wait like twenty minutes, we were pretty on time,” he mentions, handing you a to-go cup of coffee the approximate size of your face. “We get to board first anyway.”
Months ago, while you were thick in the trenches of wedding planning, you went back and forth for a very long time about flight tickets. Not your destination, but the decision between business and economy was a conversation that stretched over weeks.
Today, with your jelly arms and mushy mind, you thank your heavenly stars through bites of fancy lounge sushi for making the collective decision to splurge. Wonwoo is taking it upon himself to let your friends and family know you’d checked in, while you lean wholly against his arm, dreaming about the flat, comforter clad surface of your plane seat, and the joy you’re going to have for the hours to come.
Inhaling the amount of coffee that you did in the lounge meant the prior sleep in your eyes had decided to evacuate for the time being, getting tucked into your seat soon after take off.
To be clear, you were more than happy with your decision on the seat, but you realise quickly that you and Wonwoo are blocked out by a divider between you, closing you off. You assume you were pouting at the realization, because you hear him ask.
“Don’t like the seat?”
“No, I do,” you say. “But you’re so far away.”
He smiles, close mouthed, the one where it looks like he might be smirking. An arm snakes over the console, elbow towards you as his forearm rests against it. Immediately, like this was nothing but a usual drive in your car, you lean your head against his arm, your own two arms wrapping around his.
There’s nothing in the air except the whirring of the plane's engine, the quiet chatter of the cabin as the crew prepares for turndown service.
A realisation befalls you, that this is the first time you’ve been able to sit down with Wonwoo today, without the constant buzzing in your brain about everything that has gone wrong and what could go wrong. It might be your defeated conscious talking, but it may have even been months.
Shifting your head so you can look up at him, you speak, “We have to stay married. ‘Cause I don’t think I can plan an entire wedding again.”
“So no vow renewals?”
You raise your brows, surprised this was something he’d be interested in. “Maybe when we’re sixty.”
“Oh,” he frowns. “I was thinking more like every five years.”
“God.”
“I’m glad we decided to do this,” he says.
“The seats?” you ask.
He looks at you, and you raise your head from his arm.
“Getting married.”
“That sounds like an afterthought.”
“I was nervy,” he says. “It’s like coming out the other side of a roller coaster. Took guts but you’re glad you did it.”
“Glad our special day was a vomit inducing experience for you.”
“Didn’t you cry five times while getting ready?” he jabs.
Scowling, you turn away. “Who told you that?”
“So you can throttle them in their sleep?”
It was no use, since you were both crying at the altar, but you have a bone to pick with your sister once you’re back home.
“Go to sleep,” you grumble, removing yourself from his arm. He only laughs, grabbing your arm with a force that pulls you back in.
He leans into your ear, familiar press of his lips against the skin. “You looked beautiful today.”
“So I’ve heard.”
Similar to this, with his lips pressed against your ear, hours ago on the dancefloor, he said the same thing. Over and over and over.
“I’m gonna confess something,” he whispers. For a wild moment, your heart is in your throat.
“What?” you ask sharply.
“When I went home after our first date—”
“You noted my drink order?”
He nods against your head, “That. And I dreamt of you.”
“Was I pretty?”
“Prettiest. Big smile like it was the happiest day of your life. In a white dress.”
It’s silent for a moment as neither of you move. The lump in your throat is ever present, breath quickening as you brace for the waterworks.
“Dang,” is all you say in a watery voice, one that earns you a laugh from him. The absurdity is not lost on you. “What other secrets do you possess?”
“Just that,” he responds. “Didn’t wanna tell you before. Thought you’d freak out and run away.”
“Idiot,” you mumble against his hoodie, tears wetting your lashes.
You don’t get to continue, because a flight attendant hovers over your joint seats, asking if you’d like to turn down for the night.
Wonwoo answers for both you and your aching bones. Fatigue would make you gloss over many things about the aftermath of your wedding night for years to come, but you’ll always remember the first night asleep next to your husband over rocky terrain in the sky, with so much changed, yet nothing at all.
Your first night in Seychelles was a blur, mostly because you both ate room service in expensive robes and watched The Pitt before falling asleep again.
Eyes closed, you know it’s sunny with the exceeding warmth in the room and the light against your eyelids. Opening them takes a minute, no desire to move in the morning light. At least you think it’s morning.
Shifting around, you realise you fell asleep in your robe, the tie unravelled, turning it into a loose shrug over your naked form. Through bleary eyes, your eyes meet the linen curtains and how they blow in the wind that pours through the open sliding doors. Blue skies and hanging branches of deep green trees are all you see, and your husband, standing over the railing overlooking your private pool.
Maybe it was the haze of being half asleep, but for a second it feels like a dream. He’s in a white T-shirt, messy hair indicating he didn’t wake too long before you did, basking in the sunlit glow of the morning. His back is to you, but it’s enough.
He hardly notices you get up and walk to the bathroom, the rustling of the trees masking most of your movements. When you’re done washing up, robe tightened around your waist, you emerge onto the makeshift porch of your hotel suite.
Arms immediately make their way around his waist, alerting him of your presence. “Morning,” you mumble into his shirt.
“Morning, baby,” he shifts so he can hold you too, leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead. “Sleep well.”
“As well as I could.” It was a frivolous question, considering he was well aware you could sleep well on pavement if he was next to you, presence inches away.
“It’s so pretty in the day,” you comment. The private pool was one thing, but the way the trees and plants hovered over the open area, swaying in the breeze left the impression they’d situated the room in the middle of a jungle.
“Mhm,” he responds, having had his fill of the view of the hotel, currently more interested in the bare expanse of your neck. His lips trail over the skin, leaving kisses and gentle nips, now caging you between him and the railing. “Pretty.”
Of course, the obvious connotations of a honeymoon hadn’t escaped you—in the weeks leading up to your wedding, there wasn’t a loved one who would let you. But it feels like a delayed reaction after the hectic 48 hours you’ve had, finally at peace in what feels like the most beautiful place in the world.
You let him grope you over the fabric, let his mouth run over every sliver of skin he can find. Facing him, your hands find the back of his neck to pull him down towards you, mouth to mouth properly.
You melt, sighing into his mouth as he moves impossibly closer, pressing you against the railing as your head moves further back. Mouthing at your jaw, he lets you push him back in through the open door.
He understands when you’re being pushed right back into your unmade bed. Pulling at the mountain of comforters, he lets them drop to the floor. “God it’s been torture,” he groans, hands moving up your thighs, through the irregular folds of your robe, cool palms against your hot skin.
“You wanted to leave right after the reception,” you tease. The robe remains tied, and you make no move to undo it yourself.
“Didn’t realise I’d have to hold back for this long,” he says, hands reaching the knot. His mouth is back on yours as he undoes it, pulling agonizingly slow.
Tucking his hands into the undone robe, he runs them over your naked body underneath, pulling the fabric away from your body. Migrating down your neck, his hot breath mixes with the wind coming through the outside, casting shivers down your spine.
Mouth over your breast, his teeth graze over your skin as he sucks. His free hand gropes your other breast, fingers pinching and flicking over the erect nipple. Head thrown back, you can’t stop the way your hips gyrate on nothing, moving to feel friction of any sort.
He only lets go when your hands grapple at his shirt, noises of frustration for every passing moment you couldn’t feel his skin on yours. Shirt thrown somewhere behind him, his shorts follow, before ripping the robe off you entirely, leaving you completely bare.
Moving higher up against the bed, Wonwoo situates himself like he’s about to live there, hands pushing your thighs apart as wide as they could go. In the morning light, he stares his fill of the glistening swells of your core. Fingers grazing over the back of your thighs, he massages the skin closer and closer to where you need him most.
“You’re gorgeous,” he mumbles, moving back up to kiss you one more time, deep and long.
Distracted, his thumb pressing a stripe down your clit catches you by surprise, gasping into his mouth at the feeling. His thumb reaches your hole, catching the wetness at the entrance, dipping shallowly. Travelling back up, he presses into the centre of your clit beginning with tight circles around the area.
Whining into his mouth, your hands travel to his shoulder, down his arms to grip the muscle. Your other hand grips the sheet as he presses harder into your clit, localising his torture to one tiny area, occasionally rubbing all over.
“Wonwoo,” you moan into his mouth, hardly kissing anymore as you pant into his mouth.
Two fingers push into your hole, the pads pushing up against your walls as his knuckles graze over them. He begins to pump in and out, scissoring his fingers to open you wider. The feeling has you throwing your head back, breathless.
When he removes his fingers you nearly scream, but his hand is at the waistband of his boxers, just as desperate as you feel. The tent is obvious even as he pulls the fabric down, watching his painfully erect member slap against his stomach. Your hands wrap around his own that lay at the base, caressing past to pump him as he positions himself between you.
It’s hypnotising, the redness of his tip, the way it leaks onto your fingers after just a few strokes. Wonwoo’s face is pained, and you realise he may have been serious about feeling tortured.
Not that you were any less desperate, but the agony of needing to remain celibate for the weeks leading up to your wedding weren’t planned—you could hardly find time to eat and sleep. It flew over you, that it might've been a little tougher on him than it was on you, but when you pull him in closer, you make sure that changes.
Knees bent, he pushes your thighs apart as he settles in. He sinks in slowly, “Oh this is gonna be quick.”
You don’t mind, because you’ve remained untouched long enough to not last very long either. “Right there with you,” you groan out, engulfed by the stretch.
He’s slack jawed, hair falling over his eyes as he struggles to keep his eyes open. His fingers dig into the plump your thighs, gripping them like they were the only things keeping him tied down to earth.
It’s bliss, even as he remains stationary for a moment, buried into you till the hilt. Slowly, he pulls out, rocking back in. He picks up the pace, folding your legs over as he watches the way he disappears into your wet pussy, milky white beginning to rim at the base of his cock, a mix of your slick wetness and his precum. He nearly cums at the sight.
Your fingers play with your stiff nipples, head thrown back as you moan without a care of your volume or coherence, Wonwoo’s name on your lips like a mantra. His fingers find your clit, rubbing it in circles as you whine loudly at the feeling.
“You feel so good,” he moans, hips snapping up to slap against the back of your thighs. “So good, you’re so good.”
Eyes blown open as he slams a hard one into you, his groaning and moaning ensuing another warm gush out of you.
Wonwoo pauses for a moment, ducking closer to lay his forehead on yours, his spread legs keeping yours apart, hands coming up to cup the top of your head to protect you from the hard headboard.
“I love you,” he whispers into your ear with effort. “I love you so much.”
“Fuck, I love you too,” half sobbing.
“You’re amazing,” he blabs, words hardly coherent. “All mine. Mine forever. All of you.”
His words, paired with the hand that grazes over your tits, down to your swollen clit to rub it harsher than before, is enough to send you careening over the edge.
“Won—oh my god, Wonwoo I’m cumming,” you moan so loud you’re sure it’s carrying over. But you don’t care, because you wonder how you went so long without clenching around his dick like this, gushing over him as he pounded into you like it was his last day on earth.
He holds you steady as he rides you through it, the contracting of your walls pushing him into his own orgasm, shuddering in your hold as his thrusts become increasingly sloppy yet running with force.
It’s euphoric, hot spurts of his cum painting your walls, leaving his traces where no one else could ever touch you. The thought sends him into overdrive, thrusting into you long past his release dripping out of you, pooling onto the pristine sheets, glazed over your gorgeous skin.
Resting his head against your collarbone, he breathes in the salt of your sweat, mixed with the scent he calls home.
It feels like an eternity, both of you silent as the wind blows into the room over your sweaty forms, laying there in each other’s arms. Wonwoo continues to keep his mouth on you, your shoulders, tummy, waist, worshipping every last inch of your being as you catch your breath intertwined in his heat. He’s at your knees where your legs fold, hand wrapped around your ankle as he caresses it with his thumb, leaving kisses above your knee.
For a moment, he rests his head against your thigh, and the world becomes clearer. His silhouette against the light, the nature beyond your crystal windows. The weight of him now, the traces of his touch that persist, to lay here bare for your lover for life—a glimpse into the rest of time.
The moment is ruined when you feel your stomach growl, and Wonwoo is close enough to hear the rumble. He shifts so he can look at you, “Shower time? I think I saw a restaurant downstairs.”
The shower went from quick to an extra thirty minutes, considering you’d hardly washed the shampoo off before he pushes you against the tiled wall to kiss you breathless, water going cold over you as he works you with his fingers again, the thudding of water hitting the shower floor paired with the squelching of his fingers dipping in and out of your already spent hole, and the pants and moans that fill your ears.
He needs to help you into your clothes after that, which he chuckles through before pulling you to the hotel restaurant. Housing down everything in sight, Wonwoo remembers to keep your glass full in an attempt to keep you from choking on croissants of all things.
“Do you wanna hit the beach after this?” you ask.
“I was thinking about a nap before that,” he says, belting out a burp that earns him a kick under the table. It shakes, earning you looks from the rest of the vacationers. He only laughs, “But I could nap on the beach.”
Wonwoo does not, in fact, nap on the beach and instead follows your example as you pack a book in your beach bag, realising very quickly he brought none of his own, choosing to snipe one of the many you brought for yourself.
It’s you needing to turn your brain on this time, because the random book he’s grabbed has him so enraptured at the synopsis you have to pull him away from slamming directly into people and poles alike. There’s posters and notices as you walk through the connection that leads to the beach; cocktail classes, trivia nights, and tutorials on Seychellois cuisine.
“Isn’t this that movie you watched on the plane?” he asks, reading the Crazy Rich Asians on the front cover.
“Mhm, didn’t mean to pack that, I’m reading the sequel right now,” you hum as you look for the path that leads to the beach, hand in his.
It’s a gamble as the view of the white sands and water come into view, visibly smiling as you see the near empty sands. It was the off season, which you expected to mean less of a crowd.
Finding a double beach chair is easy, dumping your things as you make yourself comfortable. “Water’s nice.” Wonwoo comments, and you wonder if you did wrong with keeping your bathing suit away for today.
Squeezing a generous amount of sunscreen onto your hands, you agree with him as you dot his face with sunblock. He lets you rub it in as he looks over the water, perfectly aware that he’d never willingly put sunscreen on his face if it were up to him. He’s done, and he settles in while you protect yourself.
Leaning against Wonwoo’s arm, you’ve both grabbed your books under the giant parasol. The sun is out and warm just right, deep sounds of crashing waves, and the smell of salt—-you feel giddy.
The beachside bar is seconds away from bringing you your cocktails when his hand finds your thigh, tracing his fingers over the skin, while his other holds open the book he’s reading, twisting the cover back like a heathen.
It’s perfect.
“These are good,” Wonwoo pauses to comment, brows furrowing at the flavour of your espresso martini and his cosmopolitan.
“I think I saw something about a cocktail class at the hotel. We could try it later.”
“Oh yeah,” he agrees, sipping his drink again.
You don’t know how long it’s been, but both your glasses are now empty and Wonwoo seems to be growing distracted after a few hours. It’s still late afternoon upon you as he announces he’s going to dip his feet in the water.
You think about it, and walk to the shallow end behind him, leaving your flip flops near the chairs. The sand is plush beneath your feet, cool between your toes despite the warm afternoon. Walking closer, the water is almost blinding with the way the sun dances on its crystal surface, waves breaking and sending pleasant sprays as you walk closer.
You gasp audibly as the water touches you, turning to look at Wonwoo wide eyed and giddy. Colder than you’d expected, washing over your ankles and shins as you walk further into the water, pulling up the hems of your skirt to keep it from getting wet.
Wonwoo leans down to touch the water, fingers dipping into the clear, coming up to splash you with a handful. It earns him a yelp from you as he laughs, but you soon recover and send another one right back. You don’t panic till you see both of his hands cup enough water to practically drown you.
“Wonwoo, I didn’t bring extra clothes!” you yell, already running away.
The irony doesn’t escape you, considering sprinting through the water has wet your clothes more than his splashes. But you're laughing harder than your breath can catch, and even more so when his wet hands grab you by the torso and pull you back in a lurch, suspended in the air for a moment.
“Wonwoo!”
It’s funny for a few minutes, still encased in a fit of giggles as you kick at the water. Until it isn’t.
Wonwoo separates from you for a moment, venturing a little deeper into the water, swearing he saw a ring of colourful fish swim past the shallow end. You’re in the middle of convincing yourself to follow him when you hear him suddenly splash at the water with shocking force.
Stunned, you hardly register what’s just happened, thinking you’ve just heard him yell. He’s out of the water before you, hunched over and grabbing at his calf. By the time you reach him, you can see it.
An ugly red slash across his calf, long and thin. It looks like a chemical burn.
“What—”
“Shit,” he curses. An anomaly, considering you’ve only heard Wonwoo curse about five times in the years you’ve known him.
“What is that?” you ask, immediately on your knees to get a closer look. It’s growing redder by the second, the swelling clear.
Wonwoo stretches over to try to see, “That might’ve been a jellyfish.”
“You weren’t even in that deep!”
“Deep enough I guess,” he winces.
Bringing him to the shallow end, you try to pour more seawater on his reddened skin, hoping your memory is serving you right and you aren’t just making it worse.
A few minutes later, a life guard is applying a topical cream on the area and giving you instructions to let the wound soak in warm water, assuring him he can get back in the pool in a couple days.
Once the shock wears off, it’s almost a little funny. “That’s a story we’re gonna be telling forever,” you mumble as he gets up from the table in the tiny lifeguard tent.
The man turns to you, “It happens sometimes, people usually just sleep on it and have a great rest of their vacation. Don’t worry about it too much.”
You thank him as you mutually decide to call it a day, moving back towards the hotel. Wonwoo seems alright, walking fine as he holds your hand talking about dinner plans. You suggest room service by the pool so he can keep off his leg, but insists he wants to try the traditional spot just outside the hotel.
Heeding, you let him pull you back into the hotel room to clean up and rest. Except this time he’s serious about the nap.
Wonwoo doesn’t fight you when you suggest staying off the beach today, choosing to occupy yourselves with the cocktail class instead.
It’s in the hotel so you don’t have to leave the premises, the venue moderately full when you enter the room. The instructor introduces himself as Marcus, taking the time to make small talk with you both as you wait for everyone else to file in. His face lights up when Wonwoo tells him this was your honeymoon, very outwardly enthusiastic about having a couple in the class.
So much so, that when the class eventually does begin, you hear a loud call for congratulations from the room for the only newlyweds (you). Mortified a little, you both fluster in your thank yous, attempting to move the attention back to the front where Marcus remains jovial as ever.
“I think that’s too much ice,” you comment, attempting to compare the pile in your glass to Marcus’ up front.
“No, it’s one scoop. It’s what he said,” Wonwoo says, but he’s beginning to look a little lost.
“Doesn’t that look like a lot?” you ask, not convinced. But there isn’t much you can do about it, because you’re suddenly being asked to find one of the syrups on the counter, still rummaging while Marcus is already two steps ahead of you.
It’s hard not to giggle, the energy from your station overwrought. But as you finally make your first drink after 20 whole minutes, you stand with straight shoulders.
It’s another two hours of this, spilling precious spirits on the counter, floor and yourself, hands stained with syrups and fingers numb from picking up the giant spill of ice courtesy of your husband. You have to duck under the table for a moment, knowing your chortles would disrupt the class even more than you’ve done unintentionally already.
Making cocktails meant drinking cocktails as you made even more cocktails. Marcus only seems to encourage the class to get day drunk, but that only resulted in added chaos.
But even when you’re back in your hotel room, tipsy and giggly, you’re glad you did it.
Wonwoo is spread eagle on the bed, still laughing about tripping over air in the hotel lobby. You join him, tucking yourself into his arm. Head lolling over to look at you, he dips his head down to kiss you, lips over your own in a close mouth peck. He doesn’t stop, lingering with every press to your mouth, still slightly smiling against your lips.
“It’s been a day and this is already the best trip of my life,” he mutters against your lips. You’re very aware of it this time, a habit he’s had forever.
You flashback for a moment, and suddenly you’re both a lot younger, alot less wise with constantly flushed cheeks in each other’s presence. It’s at the door of your old apartment, the same one where he would take you in more ways than one in the following months and years.
But for now, it was your third date, and you were shifting your weight between your feet, trying not to feel disappointed as he bid you a goodnight with nothing but a smile and a wave. Mustering a smile of your own, you unlock the door and begin to walk in.
Except instead of descending steps, there’s a pause. And Wonwoo was back before you could even cross the threshold. He didn’t ask when he cupped your face and planted one on you, mouth to mouth for the very first time, one hand over your door handle and the other on his wrist.
“Sorry that took so long,” he mumbled against your mouth, the first time of many, sheepish smile on his face.
But your heart felt like it was about to burst, so you went in for another one, opening your mouth to kiss him properly. And then the door had shut behind you both, and you’d dragged him inside.
Tipsy haze and a little love drunk in your hotel room, on your honeymoon, you laugh against his mouth. “What,” he asks, laughing with you over nothing.
“I’m glad you didn’t chicken out that night. After the drive in.”
Wonwoo doesn’t need any more information, because the events of the day were ingrained into his mind like a brand. Not your first date, but your third, where he almost didn’t kiss you, where he almost never took the steps back up the stairs, where you almost slammed the door in his face.
“I don’t think I would’ve wanted a fourth if you didn’t do it,” you say, eyes locked in on him.
The thought scares him, that tiny mistake that never happened, how it would have altered the trajectory of his life. It’s terrifying, dread settling into his stomach. To this day he’s unsure why he’d hesitated as much as he did, especially considering he dreamt of your wedding the first night after he’d laid eyes on you.
“You looked sad,” he says. “Disappointed. Just, not happy. I thought that meant you didn’t enjoy yourself, but…I was on the staircase when I realised I felt sad too.”
He leans into you, lips planting kisses on the apples of your cheeks, to your fluttering eyelids, “Didn’t think much after that. Glad I didn’t, because I probably would have chickened out in the end.”
“We’re married,” you whisper like it’s a secret. “Can you believe that?”
“I can’t. Sometimes I still wake up and think I dreamt you up.”
“Are you calling me unreal?”
“Because you are,” he says. “I’m not sure how you exist.”
That sticky feeling engulfs you again, and you know it’s because you’re a little drunk, but you’ve been teary enough to last you a lifetime just these past few days. Before you turn into a blubbering mess, you push yourself up.
“Well,” you clear your throat. “I’m gonna go ahead and be unreal and not exist in the pool we are yet to use.”
He stares as you get up, walking to your open suitcase to rummage around for your stack of bathing suits. He remains on the bed, head propped up with his arm as he watches, content.
You don’t bother with going to the bathroom, stripping off your shirt and shorts in the room. You fish out a green piece, only to hear a refute.
“Where’s the yellow?” he asks, and you fish around to come out with the butter yellow two piece you didn’t realise he even knew you had.
“Actually,” he slips off the bed, walking over to open the sliding doors that lead to the outside, glancing around. “Do you really need it?”
You only give him a look, proceeding to go to the bathroom to change out of your underwear anyway. He makes a noise of disapproval, but you respond with the loud sound of the door locking shut.
When you emerge Wonwoo has soothed himself by taking a dip into the pool himself. You have to laugh, watching him paddle through the water with his swim goggles on.
“Does it hurt? The sting?” you call out as you sit by the edge of the pool, dipping your feet in the water to start yourself off.
He breaks the surface, hair flat over his head like a bowl. He spits out a mouthful of water before calling out, “No! I put the topical on this morning, I think it’s working.”
If that were you, you’d probably be out of commission for the rest of the holiday, but as he dives back in to check how long he can hold his breath for, you want to applaud him. You jump in after a few minutes, finally getting yourself wet.
Wonwoo comes over to you, letting you wrap your legs around him as you float as one. You do, however, rip the goggles right off his face. He doesn’t refute, letting them sink to the bottom of the pool.
“Don’t you think I’m so strong?” he asks.
“I’d say the water’s doing most of the work,” you note.
“I meant my fatal injury.”
“Hardly fatal if you’re making jokes about it,” you snort. “Do you feel like a man?”
“Yeah.” He’s smiling a dumb smile, and you know he can hardly see a thing without his glasses. “Are you impressed?”
“So impressed,” you sigh, leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose.
You let him go for a little bit, wanting to float by yourself for a while. As the sky breaks through branches of low hanging trees and giant green flats of leaves, you realise your not-soberness is probably contributing to how psychedelic the view looks.
But you aren’t complaining, content with the weightless feeling.
Wonwoo can’t help himself from meddling for too long, because suddenly you're being lifted off the surface just to be dunked under the water, flailing for a moment before breaking the surface.
“Wonwoo!” you screech, but he’s already on the opposite end of the pool, laughing maniacally. You’re rethinking your stance on drunk Wonwoo, because you aren’t liking him too much.
He’s unfortunately a faster swimmer, but you have him cornered in the pool. He makes to go below, escaping your wrath of you and your dripping wet hair, but instead you hear him yell.
Through the water, you watch him grab his calf, face contorted like he banged the sting wound on the wall of the pool. Immediately, you move forward to check on him.
“Does it hurt?” you ask sharply, mind already racing to where the topical was inside the room.
But you should’ve known, because as soon as you’re close enough for him to grab, you’re being snatched off guard and caged between him and the pool wall.
You want to stay mad at him, but it’s difficult when you note how his shoulders are blocking the entire sun from view, casting you in a shadow shaped like your husband.
“What was that for?”
He only shrugs, hands roaming the expanse of your skin in the water. “I missed you.”
Rolling your eyes, you attempt to break free. He blocks you, whining as he buries his face into your neck. “I said I missed you.”
Another thing about drunk Wonwoo—his sex drive shoots for the clouds.
Even now as he’s mouthing the side of your neck, you can feel him through his swim trunks, pressing you against the pool wall, water spilling over the edge. His input on your choice of swimwear should’ve been your sign, but as he fiddles with the straps of your bottoms, you decide to resign into him.
Water is Wonwoo’s biggest enemy as he finds out how difficult it is to create friction like this, the tent in his bottoms pressing against your stomach. You decide you’re going to be nice, palming him through his trunks. Your other hand is around his middle, roaming to his front as you let them wander over his skin.
He groans contently into your neck, coming up to take your mouth. His tongue pushes in, and you let him lick and suck on your tongue, pulling away only to go right back in. It seems your hands aren’t enough, because he’s suddenly gripping you by the sides and pulling you out of the water, finding yourself sitting by the poolside.
There’s water everywhere as you get a headstart, but he’s enthusiastic even while tipsy, lifting you off the ground at the steps. To your surprise, he doesn’t head for the bedroom, and instead places you on one of the beach chairs on the porch.
“Wonwoo,” you begin, slightly scandalised.
“It’s just us,” he says, nipping at the shell of your ear.
It was sheltered enough, canopied but exposed enough to have you giggling through it. Wonwoo is an efficient man, not a second wasted as he rids you of your bottoms, his own swimming trunks coming off, landing somewhere on the floor with a wet thwack.
He’s sinking into you within seconds, hovering over you as he mouths your cleavage spilling out of your bikini top, licking and dragging his tongue over your skin. You move to take it off, but he stops you.
“No,” he says sharply, pinning your hands in front of you. “Stays on.”
So maybe you underestimated how much he liked it, but you can’t bother to think about it when he picks up his pace, slamming into you so hard the chair rattles and shakes beneath you. Your wrists remained tied with his hand, reaching out as far as you can to touch his stomach, needing to feel him somehow.
The noises you're making are only fueling him, hand coming up to squeeze your breast through the wet fabric, slipping his fingers underneath to play with your nipple, erect from the cold. His knees are in place steadfast on either side of the beach chair, and you have to ask.
“Isn’t that–humph–burning?” you ask through pants.
“Don’t,” he thrusts up hard, “care.”
Taking a moment, you look up at him, and he’s enamoured with the sight of your wet body in front of him, but all you can see is how he manages to encase you with his body alone, the flop his hair over his beautiful eyes, How pretty he looks in the partial shade. How in love he looks with you.
His thrusts are getting sloppier, and you’re moaning so loud it’s beginning to hurt your throat. “Wonwoo, I think—”
“Me too, me too, me too,” he babbles as he feels the familiar clamp of your walls around him, the mesmerizing arch of your back, the way you rip your hands from his hold, only to seize his arms to ground yourself as you ride out your high. He doesn’t fail to abuse your clit, fingers pressing and rubbing just hard enough to send you to a place so far away from here.
“Oh…Wonwoo, fuck, that’s so–so good.” It sounds like a sob, and maybe you are crying a little bit.
He follows you on your descent, hips harried and face contorted like he’s forgotten how to hold himself back. He cums inside you, and you can’t help moaning at the feeling.
He’s hardly brought himself down to Earth when you’re being yanked towards the side of the beach chair, legs over the edge. There’s a loud groan from the chair as it's yanked to the side so Wonwoo can sit on the floor in front of you.
Legs thrown over his shoulder, he watches as the white of his cum leaks out of your raw hole, the sight nearly giving him another erection before he can even dry off. His mouth meets your cunt, lapping at the mix of his cum and your release off your thighs, your hole, spilled over your clit.
You’re overstimulated, but you only prop yourself on your forearms to watch him suck on your clit like he was starved, tongue flat on the muscle as he rubs against your folds. His finger pushes through your entrance, the sound downright sinful as he pumps his cum in and out of your hole.
The second orgasm hits you like a truck, shaking like you’d lost yourself on the chair as you finish hard. Seeing stars in daylight, painting the blue sky.
When Wonwoo emerges, eyes dazed and a slight smirk on his face, he’s panting, leaning against your thighs. He places one last open mouthed kiss against your thigh before dealing with your jellied form, slumping against the chair as you attempt to relearn how to breathe.
“You–” you pant. “We need to get drunk more often.”
He only grins at your suggestion to turn into alcoholics for the sake of mind blowing sex.
“I love you,” he says as he scoops you up into his arms, and you want to ask what ounce of superhuman strength he even had left to pull you into a sitting position, seeing as your own muscles are of no help whatsoever.
Your legs are swung across his thighs as you sit on his lap till you can recover. His mouth is covered in your bodily fluids, but you’re reminded what love feels like when you let him kiss you all over regardless.
“I love you too,” you say. “And I’ll keep loving you if you keep eating me out like that.”
“What happened to unconditional love?” he laughs.
You push back the wet mop of his hair, letting his face come into full view.
“Still unconditional,” you respond. “Always unconditional.”
He leans in to kiss you, and you immediately taste the salt on his tongue, but all you want is to move deeper.
“Unconditional,” he mumbles into your mouth, and you're immediately smiling.
He pulls away for a moment, staring at you for a moment. “I think you’ve recovered.”
“Hm?” you question.
You know the answer when you’re suddenly being yanked by the hand back inside. “Wonwoo,” you scream as he gives you no room to prepare, pulling you indoors while the sliding door slams shut behind you.
warnings: details of wonwoo, wonwoo’s lips, wonwoo’s deep voice, wonwoo’s height, wonwoo’s attentiveness, fluff, lots of kissing!
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It’s best to say, observing Wonwoo has got to be the most satisfying slash productive hours of your life. He is fun to analyze, albeit predictable with routine as straight as ABC. Honestly, he is just endearing even when he is only breathing. Every day, he starts his day with a few push ups before taking a shower, heading straight to the kitchen for coffee after. “There’s coffee on the counter,” you give thanks by kissing his cheeks, because you learned the hard way not to point out his act-of-services.
When he is reading, he tends to get sucked into the book, lost in whatever thoughts in his head. Most of his reading is calm, eyes blinking slowly, batting his eyelashes almost with his breathing slow and steady. You love to sit next to him when he is reading, even sit on top of him, chest to chest because as you match your breathing with his, you know you’ll be asleep in no time. The quietness in the room, the temperature just nice and don’t even start with his warmth. His palm splays on your back, rubbing up and down to lull you into a deeper sleep, to which he joined minutes to hours later.
To me, Wonwoo is very much a kisser. Cheeks, lips, shoulders and forehead.
Your lips, no doubt is his favourite to kiss. He can kiss your for hours if he is given the time. The first thing he does early in the morning, kissing your lips. A peck that turns to a few pecks, and then sealing it with a lingering kiss that eventually wakes you up from sleep. He loves it when he swallows the small noises you make, the grunts and soft moans.
His forehead kiss, is his signature "I love you" gesture. Sometimes he does it right before sleeping, once he has you in his arms. Not much of a cuddler, but Wonwoo still pulls you to his chest just to kiss your forehead. It often comes with back rubs, which you absolutely can't sleep without since Wonwoo does it every. single. time. It is also a "see you soon" kiss. When he leaves for tour, he can't stop kissing your forehead, and he keeps on it until the very last minute. Hoping that you know, just how much he loves you. It is also an "I'm sorry" kiss. Rarely happens, but when it does happen, be sure that Wonwoo will kiss away all the tears and frustration after every fight. "I'm sorry you feel this way, I should've voice it out. Forgive me, my love." That is just the man that he is.
Your shoulders, definitely one of his weaknesses, is the spot he kisses whenever they are exposed. He can't explain it, his lips are practically tingling to kiss the skin of your shoulders as soon as he sees them. And it will not be only a peck of two, he bites them too. Wonwoo has this itch in him, to absorb you into his body when he sees your shoulders, that is how much it affects him.
Your cheeks. Just. So. Kissable! Wonwoo sometimes dive in too hard, at those times when he is just full of affection, that his nose bridge hit your cheekbones. It hurts so bad, and has been happening so frequently you can almost see the bruise on yourself. He kisses your cheeks aggressive especially after touring for so long, he needs to recharge and smell your skin to calm himself down. He does it like a cat sometimes, purposely rubbing his cheek with yours, trying to "disturb you reading because you weren't paying attention to him."
You love his kisses. Each and every one of it. He makes kissing so fun and addictive, you can never have enough. You're not complaining of course! Wonwoo is the most considerate person in the entire universe, he will give you every type of kisses in the world and some more. That is just Wonwoo.
One of those rare moments, where you come home late and Wonwoo is already in bed.
No really. Wonwoo loves his games, and he plays until late night if it isn't for you dragging him to bed, clinging onto his neck.
"Another 30 minutes?"
"No! You've been saying 30 minutes 2 hours ago. Please, let's go to sleep!" He thought you were cute, burrowing your head into the crook of his neck he just couldn't help but to ruffle your hair. He wouldn't trade it for the world to cuddle with you.
It is eerily quiet when you enter the house, but you know he is home judging by the messed up throw pillows on the sofa.
You let out a giggle before you know it. This man is just so endearing, every little traces he left made you smile until your cheeks hurt.
Across the living room was the dining room, and on top of the counter was a leftover takeout. Fried chicken takeout, no doubt was ordered by Wonwoo. He did it all the times that he was alone at home. If you were at home together, it was either you cook or you'd invite Mingyu over to cook because.. why not?
Walking past the reading nook, you went straight into the main bedroom, and opened the door slowly to make as little sound as you could. And there he was, in his mustard pajamas lying on his side with the blanket between his legs.
You held to yourself and prevent from coming closer because you were still in your outside clothes, because no matter how adorable Wonwoo is, you despised it when something or someone unclean is touching the bed. So you went ahead to shower.
After shower, you put on a matching mustard pajamas, on the shorter side since you prefer it shorter than a proper, magazine style pajamas and slide onto bed. You quietly shuffle in, making sure to make less movement as possible. Wonwoo is not a light sleeper per se, but he is the kind to wake up spontaneously regardless of your shenanigans. You can be singing without a care of the world and he can still be asleep, you can also be reading quietly on bed and he will jolt awake, scaring the fuck out of you.
Then again, why not wake him up? It's still too early for him to sleep. Earlier than his usual bedtime, that's for sure.
Moving to straddle Wonwoo, you gently push him so that he lies on his back, caging him in between your thighs. Propping your elbows for support, you trace your fingers on his face, admiring.
Wonwoo sleeps with his mouth slightly open, to which you trace his lips before giving it a kiss. There are times where he fell asleep with his glasses on, and you often giggle while removing it. Some other times, he fell asleep with his book wide open on his chest, it almost hurt to see the spine broken into two. But tonight, he seems like he was playing with his phone, as you notice the gadget next to his pillow.
Leaning closer, you smell something sweet, like vanilla and macadamia. And what do you do with that information? You sniff him.
You sniff his neck, the crook of his neck, his ears, even his whole face, and eventually Wonwoo wakes up from all the sniffing. The ends of your hair makes him feel ticklish, and he slightly stretches before realising that you are on top of him.
"Hm?" Eyes squinting, you can see him scanning your face, before looking around in the room. "Oh, when did you arrive home?" His voice deep, laced with sleep.
His arms wrap around your waist naturally, hands creeping inside your pajamas and you shiver when his cold fingertips make contact with your skin.
"About 20-30 minutes ago. Say, you're sleeping early tonight?" Giving him a smile, you brush his hair away from his face. Wonwoo doesn't flinch at the act, he's used to it. And he misses you so much today. The boys kept mentioning you during lunch, saying how you've been busy and they haven't seen you in a week.
Yawning, he pulls you closer, simultaneously burrowing his head into your neck. Using his leg to reach the comforter, he laid it on top the both of you.
Letting out a contented sigh, he begins to leave a trail of kisses around your neck. You smell like oranges and peaches, and he just loves it. It's always been like this, him sniffing you out right after shower, holding you close by your waist. And you being ticklish, tries to wiggle your way out of it but to no avail.
Even right now, you can't even escape due to his strong hold. You're squirming on top of him like a worm, giggling like a teenage girl.
"Wonwoo stop!" You strech your neck away from him, trying to avoid his kisses as much as you can. When it works, you thank the heavens.
"You're always avoiding my kisses. Are they that bad? Does my breath stinks?" Turning away, he questions you with a frown, his hold loosening.
It breaks your heart to hear it, because if he stinks in the first place you won't even come near him, let alone seduce him.
"No baby! You know I'm ticklish." Using both of your hands, you cup his face, turning his head so that he is facing you. "And you don't stink, you smell heavenly." You end your sentence with dropping kisses on his lips.
Groaning, he kisses you deeply and turns your body to the side. "Mhm gonna make you a mum. You're gonna be so sexy, carrying my baby."
A giggle bursts out of you from his confession. Not exactly a confession, he mentioned wanting to get you pregnant for a while but nothing ever happened. He shares how he can envision you all round, glowing and fucking sexy when you're pregnant.
"I'm already inseparable from you now, it's gonna get a lot worse when you're pregnant, baby."
It's indescribable, what you're feeling. You know it's just his dick talking but you also don't hate the idea of having a baby. In fact, it's been your dream to be a mother. You even wrote it in your diary when you were 8;
A mother by 23.
Now you're way past that age, but it's never too late.
Tracing his high nosebridge, you ask "so do you want to have a baby, or do you only want to see me pregnant?"
Without wasting any breath, Wonwoo answers "both."
"You'll be an amazing mum. I just know it. The way you care about others is truly genuine, and just pure love that only a mother can be." Says Wonwoo, gently playing with your hair, twirling the strands around his fingers.
"And not to mention, you'll be hot as fuck! Imagine all the pregnant se—," you pinch his side before he can even finish his word. Such a naughty thought for someone who got woken up a few minutes ago.
Wonwoo only throws his head back and laughs though. Teasing you is the easiest thing! Not to mention your reactions. Pushing his other hand inside your pajama, he rubs a circle motion on your back, simultaneously making you feel sleepier and horny at the same time. You swear, just a touch from Wonwoo and you're already drenched. It's like magic.
Giving a slight peck to his lips, you ask him the most important question.
"So, is it gonna stay a dream or do you want me to take care of it."
As someone who hates public-display-of-affection, Wonwoo sure does show a lot.
Not the hand holding thing, and wrapping his arms around you is also excluded. Those are pretty common things every couple do. He does a little bit more for someone who claims he doesn’t like so and so.
warnings: nothing I guess.. prolly just Wonwoo being sweet heheh
a/n: got this idea after rewatching To All The Boys I've Loved Before. And imagine Wonwoo in this fit!
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"You.. want to drive?"
Showing him your best puppy eyes, you nod.
"I told you. So long as I'm with you, I'm not gonna let you drive, princess." Wonwoo sounds so exasperated, still not handing over the keys to his Audi.
"But, it's not snowing and I want to bring you somewhere," you are sure that he is gonna give in soon, but until then you need to tug on his heartstrings a little bit. You are his biggest weakness after all.
He scoffs, not in a mean way, like he thinks you're being cute. "Where? Just tell me and I'll drive us princess."
Pulling on his sleeve, you whisper "it's a surprise."
Staying quiet, he breathes in, a deep breath like he's actually considering the idea, before finally giving in. "Alright, here." He hands you the key, to which you giddily accept.
See? You always get what you want.
As you skip to the car, Wonwoo chuckles. He thinks that you're so cute. It doesn't take much to make you happy, so long as you get whatever you want. And what you want, is always simple. It's never complicated, never hard for him to make sure that it comes true. But maybe because it's just HIM. He will do anything for you.
In the car, you can't stop smilling. You've always wanted to drive his car—his beautiful, sleek, black Audi—but Wonwoo never allows you to drive whenever he's around. All that you've driven is your own car, basically useless because Wonwoo is ALWAYS around.
He trusts your driving, he has seen you drive your friends around before. If anything, you are the driver of your friend group. It says a lot about how much your friends trust your driving. But with him? You are his princess, his own pretty passenger princess. He loves taking care of you, what's wrong with that?
"Princess, focus. You keep smiling like that, your cheeks will hurt." He reaches out to caress your cheek with a finger, making you smile harder.
"Let me be! I'm finally driving you around. Do you know how much it empowers me to drive my man??" Wonwoo smiles at that. Sure, he can make you feel empower everyday if it makes you this happy, but less of the driving though.
"Yeah?"
"Mmhmm," nodding, you turn to look at him for a sec, only to look back onto the road because HOLY the way he is staring at you makes your panties wet.
Chuckling nervously, you ask "Why are you looking at me like that?"
He hums, leaning forward to tap a finger on the dashboard, not even turning away for your figure. "It's how you look at me whenever I'm driving. I'm just mirroring you, princess."
Wow. If it is true, you don't know how he survived, getting turned on every time? That's... a hard life.
"I don't know how you survived."
"You didn't notice me gripping your thigh every single time? And how I would drag you into the bedroom after?"
When it registers, you feel your face getting hot. Damn, Wonwoo can be so straightforward sometimes, no filter at all.
Masking it, you reach out and rests your hand on his thigh, trying to mimic him and he was laughing so hard beside you. "Oh princess, you are so cute." He grips ypur hand, playing with your finger.
The rest of the drive is chill, with Wonwoo telling you about his brother. You respond accordingly, driving carefully through the night as you are nearing your destination.
"We are here!" You got out of the car, fingers tingling to pull out the gift but you control yourself, holdong out til the end.
Wonwoo grabs your hand, waiting patiently as he looks around. "Wow, I didn't know this place existed."
It is a garden, looking so magical as if fairies are gonna come out soon. It is breathtaking, especially with the golden glow of the twilight, the air hums with the scent of blooming flowers. The petals are shimmering, delicate veins weave through the arched trelkises, with the lavender hanging over like waterfalls.
There is a pond, it mirrors the night, speckles with floating lotus flowers that are glowing, as if holding a secret light.
"Minghao told me about this place, I thought should check it out."
Minghao? Wonwoo is more confused by the one suggesting the garden. "How would he know? Does he go out on dates here?" he asks, to which you shrug.
Turning his body to face you, you give him a small smile. "Baby.." you start to take the gift out, "I know we are late to celebrate Valentine's Day, but I wanted to do something special for you."
A small smile paints his handsome face, looking down at your small figure. His hands rest on your waist, as he waits for you to continue.
"Thank you for the dinner, for the countless gifts and meals you've paid, for driving me around, giving me assurance and pouring endless love to me, I don't know how I got this lucky, but you're mine." He chuckles, and murmurs 'and you're mine.'
Slapping his arm lightly, you reveal his gift, pulling it from the box.
"I want you always remember me, and as much as I want to be with you all the fucking time 24/7, we know I can't. So in times that I'm not physically next to you, I hope this reminds you of my unwavering support. That I'm committed to you." You take his hand, pushing the ring into his pointer finger.
Wonwoo is speechless.
His mind is blank, overwhelmed and in a good way. He receives a lot of care today; from you cooking and massaging him, to you driving him and now giving him a ring.
"Princess.. I will never, NOT think about you." He cups your face, and gives you a kiss so deep, you feel lightheaded.
When he pulls away, he is all smiles, but can't look into your eyes.
This, is the man who dominates the hell out of you in the bedroom, but outside this is how he acts; shy, quiet but sweet.
"Thank you princess, I will be better so that next year you'll give me a bracelet next." He jokes.
"Oh yeah? A bracelet with my name on it?"
He gasps at your answer, fire in his eyes like he is determined to get the bracelet with your name on it. When you realize it, you laugh and slaps his chest. "You're nasty!!"
To me, Wonwoo is very much a kisser. Cheeks, lips, shoulders and forehead.
Your lips, no doubt is his favourite to kiss. He can kiss your for hours if he is given the time. The first thing he does early in the morning, kissing your lips. A peck that turns to a few pecks, and then sealing it with a lingering kiss that eventually wakes you up from sleep. He loves it when he swallows the small noises you make, the grunts and soft moans.
His forehead kiss, is his signature "I love you" gesture. Sometimes he does it right before sleeping, once he has you in his arms. Not much of a cuddler, but Wonwoo still pulls you to his chest just to kiss your forehead. It often comes with back rubs, which you absolutely can't sleep without since Wonwoo does it every. single. time. It is also a "see you soon" kiss. When he leaves for tour, he can't stop kissing your forehead, and he keeps on it until the very last minute. Hoping that you know, just how much he loves you. It is also an "I'm sorry" kiss. Rarely happens, but when it does happen, be sure that Wonwoo will kiss away all the tears and frustration after every fight. "I'm sorry you feel this way, I should've voice it out. Forgive me, my love." That is just the man that he is.
Your shoulders, definitely one of his weaknesses, is the spot he kisses whenever they are exposed. He can't explain it, his lips are practically tingling to kiss the skin of your shoulders as soon as he sees them. And it will not be only a peck of two, he bites them too. Wonwoo has this itch in him, to absorb you into his body when he sees your shoulders, that is how much it affects him.
Your cheeks. Just. So. Kissable! Wonwoo sometimes dive in too hard, at those times when he is just full of affection, that his nose bridge hit your cheekbones. It hurts so bad, and has been happening so frequently you can almost see the bruise on yourself. He kisses your cheeks aggressive especially after touring for so long, he needs to recharge and smell your skin to calm himself down. He does it like a cat sometimes, purposely rubbing his cheek with yours, trying to "disturb you reading because you weren't paying attention to him."
You love his kisses. Each and every one of it. He makes kissing so fun and addictive, you can never have enough. You're not complaining of course! Wonwoo is the most considerate person in the entire universe, he will give you every type of kisses in the world and some more. That is just Wonwoo.
To me, Wonwoo is very much a kisser. Cheeks, lips, shoulders and forehead.
Your lips, no doubt is his favourite to kiss. He can kiss your for hours if he is given the time. The first thing he does early in the morning, kissing your lips. A peck that turns to a few pecks, and then sealing it with a lingering kiss that eventually wakes you up from sleep. He loves it when he swallows the small noises you make, the grunts and soft moans.
His forehead kiss, is his signature "I love you" gesture. Sometimes he does it right before sleeping, once he has you in his arms. Not much of a cuddler, but Wonwoo still pulls you to his chest just to kiss your forehead. It often comes with back rubs, which you absolutely can't sleep without since Wonwoo does it every. single. time. It is also a "see you soon" kiss. When he leaves for tour, he can't stop kissing your forehead, and he keeps on it until the very last minute. Hoping that you know, just how much he loves you. It is also an "I'm sorry" kiss. Rarely happens, but when it does happen, be sure that Wonwoo will kiss away all the tears and frustration after every fight. "I'm sorry you feel this way, I should've voice it out. Forgive me, my love." That is just the man that he is.
Your shoulders, definitely one of his weaknesses, is the spot he kisses whenever they are exposed. He can't explain it, his lips are practically tingling to kiss the skin of your shoulders as soon as he sees them. And it will not be only a peck of two, he bites them too. Wonwoo has this itch in him, to absorb you into his body when he sees your shoulders, that is how much it affects him.
Your cheeks. Just. So. Kissable! Wonwoo sometimes dive in too hard, at those times when he is just full of affection, that his nose bridge hit your cheekbones. It hurts so bad, and has been happening so frequently you can almost see the bruise on yourself. He kisses your cheeks aggressive especially after touring for so long, he needs to recharge and smell your skin to calm himself down. He does it like a cat sometimes, purposely rubbing his cheek with yours, trying to "disturb you reading because you weren't paying attention to him."
You love his kisses. Each and every one of it. He makes kissing so fun and addictive, you can never have enough. You're not complaining of course! Wonwoo is the most considerate person in the entire universe, he will give you every type of kisses in the world and some more. That is just Wonwoo.
warnings: details of wonwoo, wonwoo’s lips, wonwoo’s deep voice, wonwoo’s height, wonwoo’s attentiveness, fluff, lots of kissing!
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It’s best to say, observing Wonwoo has got to be the most satisfying slash productive hours of your life. He is fun to analyze, albeit predictable with routine as straight as ABC. Honestly, he is just endearing even when he is only breathing. Every day, he starts his day with a few push ups before taking a shower, heading straight to the kitchen for coffee after. “There’s coffee on the counter,” you give thanks by kissing his cheeks, because you learned the hard way not to point out his act-of-services.
When he is reading, he tends to get sucked into the book, lost in whatever thoughts in his head. Most of his reading is calm, eyes blinking slowly, batting his eyelashes almost with his breathing slow and steady. You love to sit next to him when he is reading, even sit on top of him, chest to chest because as you match your breathing with his, you know you’ll be asleep in no time. The quietness in the room, the temperature just nice and don’t even start with his warmth. His palm splays on your back, rubbing up and down to lull you into a deeper sleep, to which he joined minutes to hours later.
One of those rare moments, where you come home late and Wonwoo is already in bed.
No really. Wonwoo loves his games, and he plays until late night if it isn't for you dragging him to bed, clinging onto his neck.
"Another 30 minutes?"
"No! You've been saying 30 minutes 2 hours ago. Please, let's go to sleep!" He thought you were cute, burrowing your head into the crook of his neck he just couldn't help but to ruffle your hair. He wouldn't trade it for the world to cuddle with you.
It is eerily quiet when you enter the house, but you know he is home judging by the messed up throw pillows on the sofa.
You let out a giggle before you know it. This man is just so endearing, every little traces he left made you smile until your cheeks hurt.
Across the living room was the dining room, and on top of the counter was a leftover takeout. Fried chicken takeout, no doubt was ordered by Wonwoo. He did it all the times that he was alone at home. If you were at home together, it was either you cook or you'd invite Mingyu over to cook because.. why not?
Walking past the reading nook, you went straight into the main bedroom, and opened the door slowly to make as little sound as you could. And there he was, in his mustard pajamas lying on his side with the blanket between his legs.
You held to yourself and prevent from coming closer because you were still in your outside clothes, because no matter how adorable Wonwoo is, you despised it when something or someone unclean is touching the bed. So you went ahead to shower.
After shower, you put on a matching mustard pajamas, on the shorter side since you prefer it shorter than a proper, magazine style pajamas and slide onto bed. You quietly shuffle in, making sure to make less movement as possible. Wonwoo is not a light sleeper per se, but he is the kind to wake up spontaneously regardless of your shenanigans. You can be singing without a care of the world and he can still be asleep, you can also be reading quietly on bed and he will jolt awake, scaring the fuck out of you.
Then again, why not wake him up? It's still too early for him to sleep. Earlier than his usual bedtime, that's for sure.
Moving to straddle Wonwoo, you gently push him so that he lies on his back, caging him in between your thighs. Propping your elbows for support, you trace your fingers on his face, admiring.
Wonwoo sleeps with his mouth slightly open, to which you trace his lips before giving it a kiss. There are times where he fell asleep with his glasses on, and you often giggle while removing it. Some other times, he fell asleep with his book wide open on his chest, it almost hurt to see the spine broken into two. But tonight, he seems like he was playing with his phone, as you notice the gadget next to his pillow.
Leaning closer, you smell something sweet, like vanilla and macadamia. And what do you do with that information? You sniff him.
You sniff his neck, the crook of his neck, his ears, even his whole face, and eventually Wonwoo wakes up from all the sniffing. The ends of your hair makes him feel ticklish, and he slightly stretches before realising that you are on top of him.
"Hm?" Eyes squinting, you can see him scanning your face, before looking around in the room. "Oh, when did you arrive home?" His voice deep, laced with sleep.
His arms wrap around your waist naturally, hands creeping inside your pajamas and you shiver when his cold fingertips make contact with your skin.
"About 20-30 minutes ago. Say, you're sleeping early tonight?" Giving him a smile, you brush his hair away from his face. Wonwoo doesn't flinch at the act, he's used to it. And he misses you so much today. The boys kept mentioning you during lunch, saying how you've been busy and they haven't seen you in a week.
Yawning, he pulls you closer, simultaneously burrowing his head into your neck. Using his leg to reach the comforter, he laid it on top the both of you.
Letting out a contented sigh, he begins to leave a trail of kisses around your neck. You smell like oranges and peaches, and he just loves it. It's always been like this, him sniffing you out right after shower, holding you close by your waist. And you being ticklish, tries to wiggle your way out of it but to no avail.
Even right now, you can't even escape due to his strong hold. You're squirming on top of him like a worm, giggling like a teenage girl.
"Wonwoo stop!" You strech your neck away from him, trying to avoid his kisses as much as you can. When it works, you thank the heavens.
"You're always avoiding my kisses. Are they that bad? Does my breath stinks?" Turning away, he questions you with a frown, his hold loosening.
It breaks your heart to hear it, because if he stinks in the first place you won't even come near him, let alone seduce him.
"No baby! You know I'm ticklish." Using both of your hands, you cup his face, turning his head so that he is facing you. "And you don't stink, you smell heavenly." You end your sentence with dropping kisses on his lips.
Groaning, he kisses you deeply and turns your body to the side. "Mhm gonna make you a mum. You're gonna be so sexy, carrying my baby."
A giggle bursts out of you from his confession. Not exactly a confession, he mentioned wanting to get you pregnant for a while but nothing ever happened. He shares how he can envision you all round, glowing and fucking sexy when you're pregnant.
"I'm already inseparable from you now, it's gonna get a lot worse when you're pregnant, baby."
It's indescribable, what you're feeling. You know it's just his dick talking but you also don't hate the idea of having a baby. In fact, it's been your dream to be a mother. You even wrote it in your diary when you were 8;
A mother by 23.
Now you're way past that age, but it's never too late.
Tracing his high nosebridge, you ask "so do you want to have a baby, or do you only want to see me pregnant?"
Without wasting any breath, Wonwoo answers "both."
"You'll be an amazing mum. I just know it. The way you care about others is truly genuine, and just pure love that only a mother can be." Says Wonwoo, gently playing with your hair, twirling the strands around his fingers.
"And not to mention, you'll be hot as fuck! Imagine all the pregnant se—," you pinch his side before he can even finish his word. Such a naughty thought for someone who got woken up a few minutes ago.
Wonwoo only throws his head back and laughs though. Teasing you is the easiest thing! Not to mention your reactions. Pushing his other hand inside your pajama, he rubs a circle motion on your back, simultaneously making you feel sleepier and horny at the same time. You swear, just a touch from Wonwoo and you're already drenched. It's like magic.
Giving a slight peck to his lips, you ask him the most important question.
"So, is it gonna stay a dream or do you want me to take care of it."
To me, Wonwoo is very much a kisser. Cheeks, lips, shoulders and forehead.
Your lips, no doubt is his favourite to kiss. He can kiss your for hours if he is given the time. The first thing he does early in the morning, kissing your lips. A peck that turns to a few pecks, and then sealing it with a lingering kiss that eventually wakes you up from sleep. He loves it when he swallows the small noises you make, the grunts and soft moans.
His forehead kiss, is his signature "I love you" gesture. Sometimes he does it right before sleeping, once he has you in his arms. Not much of a cuddler, but Wonwoo still pulls you to his chest just to kiss your forehead. It often comes with back rubs, which you absolutely can't sleep without since Wonwoo does it every. single. time. It is also a "see you soon" kiss. When he leaves for tour, he can't stop kissing your forehead, and he keeps on it until the very last minute. Hoping that you know, just how much he loves you. It is also an "I'm sorry" kiss. Rarely happens, but when it does happen, be sure that Wonwoo will kiss away all the tears and frustration after every fight. "I'm sorry you feel this way, I should've voice it out. Forgive me, my love." That is just the man that he is.
Your shoulders, definitely one of his weaknesses, is the spot he kisses whenever they are exposed. He can't explain it, his lips are practically tingling to kiss the skin of your shoulders as soon as he sees them. And it will not be only a peck of two, he bites them too. Wonwoo has this itch in him, to absorb you into his body when he sees your shoulders, that is how much it affects him.
Your cheeks. Just. So. Kissable! Wonwoo sometimes dive in too hard, at those times when he is just full of affection, that his nose bridge hit your cheekbones. It hurts so bad, and has been happening so frequently you can almost see the bruise on yourself. He kisses your cheeks aggressive especially after touring for so long, he needs to recharge and smell your skin to calm himself down. He does it like a cat sometimes, purposely rubbing his cheek with yours, trying to "disturb you reading because you weren't paying attention to him."
You love his kisses. Each and every one of it. He makes kissing so fun and addictive, you can never have enough. You're not complaining of course! Wonwoo is the most considerate person in the entire universe, he will give you every type of kisses in the world and some more. That is just Wonwoo.
Your favourite jeans were destroyed by the washing machine, which made you really sad because it was the comfiest and most flattering, quite probably the only jeans you owned. It was the jeans you bought somewhere when you were traveling with your parents, and you didn't even remember where so it was probably so long already.
Wonwoo, being the sweetheart that he was, brought you jeans shopping because he knows just how much you love your jeans, and it is about time that he adds one more to his own collection.
So here you are, in the mall, going in and out of stores to find the perfect jeans.
"Ion like it, makes your ass less jiggly." You look down at the one you're trying currently, experimenting with a little shake and Wonwoo is in fact, right.
"..... are you fucking serious." You deadpanned.
With that, he chuckles. That low, deep and rich chuckle of his.
"What? I like walking behind you. So trust me on this one babe." He slides his hand into the back pocket of the jeans you're wearing, and pulls you backward until your back is stuck to his front. "But it makes your ass looks amazing." He breathes to your neck
"So you want me to get this or not?"
"Pros, it makes your ass looks amazing. Cons, it doesn't make your ass jiggly. It restricts the movement." He explains it in a very serious way you almost burst out laughing.
"So it's a no then." You turn back and continue to choose amongst the array of jeans.
Until you found the one.
"Now this, this is what I'm talking about babygirl." Wonwoo can't help but admire your figure and ass in those jeans. Lips jutting forward in concentration, emphasizing that those jeans are in fact, perfect.
"You think?" Just to tease him, you shake your ass a bit and a very uncharacteristic sound spills from Wonwoo. Immediately, he is right behind you, turning you around and hands cupping your ass.
"You're so hot. I love you. Please get this one." He drops a kiss, squeezing your ass.
You won't lie, the jeans accentuates your shape. It enhances your ass and on top of that, it's comfortable. Almost a replica of your ruined jeans. It's perfect.
SYNOPSIS. in which wonwoo shows you love in it's simplistic forms - through the five love languages.
PAIRING. jeon wonwoo x gn!reader
GENRE. fluff, comfort, established relationship
WARNINGS. kissing alot of kissing, mild cursing, brief wonu shirtless shower moment, they shower together, some suggestive innuendos, reader wears a dress + jewelry, some creepo harasses reader, last scene is suggestive + contains allusions to sex, i'm rlly just torturing all the wonwoorideuls out there (me included)
WORD COUNT. 8.1k
notes: what are all of u guys love language(s) ?!?! mine is quality time and words <3. i also truly believe wonu is peak quality time, acts of services, and words ughhhdsfjkhdd. tbh all sections of these feature pretty much all the love languages lol its hard to emphasize just one specifically
i. in the moments where my hands speak what my heart can't say
A snowflake lands on your tongue.
You pull your coat tighter around yourself, shivering slightly as you walk your way back from a meet up with some friends. Wonwoo had texted you earlier, asking if you needed anything before he would come over to your place for the first time, and you had told him that he didn't have to come because really... your place wasn't exactly the tidiness right now.
Nothing but the colour white blankets the ground, snow crunching under your shoes with each step. Your gaze drifts up as snowflakes drift lazily down to the earth. The city feels almost otherworldly like this𑁋so quiet and still, as if time has slowed to let the snow settle into its new home.
You watch the delicate flakes as they hover down, dissolving into the endless sea of white. Despite the chill slithering up your bones, there's a sense of calm that washes over you.
You're so caught up in the scene that you don't hear the faint sound of footsteps approaching from behind. Then you feel something drape over your shoulders. A scarf.
Startled, you glance down, your hands instinctively reaching up to touch the fluffy fabric. You blink and turn around to find Wonwoo standing there, his cheeks flushed from the cold, his breath forming visible puffs in the air.
"Wonwoo? I..." You catch the way the strands of his hair is littered with speckles of white. "I thought you weren't coming."
Wonwoo just shrugs nonchalantly. "I changed my mind. Couldn't let you walk home alone in this weather."
Your heart warms at his words, and you feel the corners of your lips tug upward in an easy smile.
"Thank you," You murmur, adjusting the scarf snugly around your neck. It smells faintly of him. "But you really didn't have to𑁋"
"Shh," he interrupts, taking your gloved hand in his and stuffing your intertwined fingers inside the pocket of his coat. I'm glad that I came. You deserve to feel safe. "Of course I did."
Wonwoo offers you a reassuring squeeze of your hand in his pocket. The biting chill of the air is no match for the comfort of his presence, and with each step that you take together, you feel more at ease. The snow crunches harmoniously beneath your feet as the two of you walk upon the journey towards your apartment building.
The glow from the lamps on your building reflect warmly off the blanket of snow. The two of you have only been dating just over a month, and each step feels lighter with him beside you. Conversation flows through the cold air easily, wrapping around you like the scarf he gave you.
Then you pause and turn towards him. "Are you sure you want to come in? I mean, my place is kind of a mess right now."
What's a little mess compared to being with you? "It's okay. I don't mind," he reassures, though his voice comes out a bit shy𑁋not from any unsureness, but just from knowing he's about step foot into your world. There's no way he's backing away from this now.
Uncertainty crosses over your features, but the warmth in his eyes hugs your hesitation about inviting him in. He follows right behind you, and as you step into your place, a sense of relief washes over you. You kick off your shoes and gesture for him to make himself comfortable on the couch.
"Make yourself at home," You tell him, ignoring the slight embarrassment nipping at your cheek from the slightly disheveled state of your living room. There's books and papers scattered on the coffee table, a couple of coats draped lousily over the back of a chair as if you were indecisive about which one to wear, a pile of empty packages in the corner that you haven't had the time to dispose of yet, and a crookedly placed small painting on the wall.
Home. I like that word. Wonwoo settles himself on top of the couch and leans back on the cushion, taking in the cozy, albeit chaotic, atmosphere of your place. This is you𑁋perfectly imperfect.
You disappear into the kitchen, and he can hear the faint sounds of you moving about. "Hot chocolate or tea?"
Wonwoo doesn't answer right away, instead shedding off his coat before letting his feet trail over to where you were in the kitchen. He peeks around the corner, catching a glimpse of you as you rummage through cabinets, and he can't help but smile.
You look so determined. I like that about you.
"I believe that hot chocolate is calling our names right now," Wonwoo inputs cheesily, sliding his way over to where you are, already fishing through your cupboards to find some mugs.
You look up, surprised but amused. "Pardon me, sir, but I believe that this is my place."
"Well, you were taking too long," he shoots back playfully, a light laugh escaping his lips. I want to do this for you.
After scrouging through a few cupboards, he grabs two mismatched ceramic mugs and sets them on the counter. Next to him, you're already heating up the saucepan, but Wonwoo seems to have already beaten you in grabbing the milk jug from the fridge.
As Wonwoo adjusts the flame of the stove to a calmer setting, you add in the cocoa powder and some sugar. Then you reach inside a drawer for a whisk and start stirring the mixture, the rich aroma of chocolate filling the air. Wonwoo watches you, leaning casually against the counter, a content smile on his face, but that doesn't seem to be enough for him.
He comes up to you from behind, placing a gentle hand on your waist as he leans in closer, his breath fanning against your skin and causing you freeze up for a moment.
"Hello," he mutters, voice soft to your ear, lips awfully close to your neck. I want to be part of this moment, too. "Need any help?"
Even if you do answer no, he's already reaching his other arm around you anyway. His fingers brush against yours, cupping over your hand that's whisking away as he begins to help you stir. His body is pressed up behind yours, and it's making everything ridiculously hard to concentrate on.
"Wonwoo, I really can handle this," You protest lightly, though the way he leans into you sends butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
"I know," he replies, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. But I want to be close to you like this.
The mixture starts to bubble slightly, and you can't help but glance back at him, your cheeks flushing under his warm gaze. "I appreciate it, but𑁋"
I think I can get used to doing these things for you. "It's no problem," is all he says. "I just like being here with you."
The chocolate begins to froth, sending a rich, inviting aroma right to your nostrils and throughout the kitchen. Wonwoo leans closer, his chin resting on your shoulder as he continues to whisk the mixture. This is nice. Just being here with you, doing something simple...
Once the hot chocolate is done, Wonwoo helps you pour it into the mugs, the steam curling up into the air like little wisps of happiness. The heat of the mug seeps into your palms, and you can't help but notice how natural this feels𑁋how effortlessly he fits into your world.
Suddenly, your face brightens, and you step away for a second to retrieve a bag of marshmallows from the pantry, holding the bag up triumphantly with a grin.
Wonwoo nearly melts into the floor just from that.
"Want some?" he asks after dropping a few marshmallows in his own mug. You should take it easy, too. Enjoy the little things, right?
You nod eagerly, watching as he plops some marshmallows in your mug. Just a tiny bit more than how much he put in his. Then he grabs both of your mugs, bringing you to follow him into your living room. Although it was still a little messy, the nerves in your system have definitely lessened𑁋it doesn't stop Wonwoo from noticing that slight glint of anxiety to your eyes.
Look at you, all worried about your place, and here I am, falling for you a little more every second.
He watches endearingly as you quietly blow on the hot chocolate to cool it down, and he copies your actions. Then he takes a careful sip, the sweet, comforting drink warming him from the inside out. He glances at you, watching as you sip your own drink. When you features beam up at him, he can't help but smile back.
Your smile is quite dangerous.
The dim light from the lamp casts a cozy glow around the room, and for a moment, everything feels perfect. Both of you find yourselves enjoying your drinks, settling into easy conversations about nonsense, all while the snow continues to fall outside.
As the laughter fades and the mugs empty out, Wonwoo leans back against the couch, stealing glances at you, and he can't help but feel his heart swell. You are so full of life, and he wishes he could bottle this moment forever, like a pressed flower preserved within the pages of a book.
What did I do to deserve you?
"What are you thinking about?"
Your voice jolts him out of his thoughts as you set your empty mug down on the coffee table, eyebrows raised in curiosity. Wonwoo clears his throat.
"Honestly?" he starts, leaning in a little. There's a bit of shyness in the way he purses his lip together, yet a hint of boldness as his eyes flickers momentarily to your mouth. "I'm thinking about how I'm just three seconds away from kissing you."
Can I show you what my heart wants to say?
In your chest, you heart leaps, flips, and swells with anticipation that it almost aches. Heat floods your cheeks and every crevice of your body as he holds your nervous expression.
"Is that okay?" His voice is barely above a whisper, like he's sharing a secret just for you to hear.
All you can do is nod.
"Yeah," You answer sheepishly at first. "It's more than okay."
The smile that breaks across his face is like a sunrise you could watch every morning. And it isn't long before his lips tentatively brush against yours.
This, he thinks, smiling against your lips, is home.
ii. even the silence is like a love song
Sometimes you think that your boyfriend spends more time at your place than his own.
Not that you're complaining at all. You've already entrusted a spare key to your apartment with him, and he's also told you the code to his own place too. However, sometimes on days that you plan on visiting him, he's already texting you that he's on his way to your place. You'll find him there, either casually perched on your couch, or in your kitchen brewing a fresh pot of coffee as if he's lived there for years instead of just a few months.
It's become a small, ordinary routine, but it's quickly grown into one of your favourite things about being with him𑁋how naturally he's slipped into your boring, mundane life, as if he's always belonged.
Just like now, when you arrive to find him folding some laundry in your living room. It's a mixture of your clothes and his, all mingled together as if they've always been part of the same household. Wonwoo is sitting on the floor, focused on neatly folding a hoodie you recognise as one of yours, placing them neatly next to a stack of button-ups that belonged to him, his brows slightly furrowed in concentration. The sight makes you pause in the doorway, a mellow smile tugging at your lips.
"Hey," You call out, dropping your keys onto the table by the door.
Wonwoo lifts his head up and catches sight of you.
"Hello." He stands up, already meeting you halfway. "You're home."
His words makes the corners of your lips lift even higher. Home.
"I didn't know how I hired a housekeeper," You remark as you toss your bag on the couch, before letting yourself fall into his own open arms. He wraps them around you without hesitation, pulling you close in a loving embrace. You can feel his chuckle rumble through his chest as he holds you.
"Housekeeper, huh?" he murmurs playfully against your hair. "Is that what I am to you now? I thought I was your boyfriend."
"Boyfriend first, however..." You cast your eyes past his shoulder at the folded pile of laundry on the table. "The housekeeper part needs some work, because I think you put one of your hoodies in my pile."
Wonwoo pulls back slightly, following your gaze to the pile of neatly folded clothes. His lips twitch in a small, amused smile as he spots the hoodie in question𑁋a faded grey one with this cute stitched cat print that you've probably borrowed more times than you can count.
"Hmm, you can keep it anyway," he says casually, turning back to you and leaning in towards you. "I think it looks better on you than me anyway."
Before you can respond, he's brushing his lips against yours slowly and sweetly, and you find yourself chuckling into the kiss as Wonwoo deepens it just a little, his hands resting right at your hips. When he finally pulls back, a boyish grin spreads across his face, and you can't help but mirror it.
Wonwoo presses a kiss to your nose. "What do you want to do tonight?"
You hum thoughtfully. You didn't have anything exactly planned for tonight, and the day seemed to be taking its toll on you.
"Not sure, I'm a bit tired, to be honest..." You let out a small yawn, an apologetic look to your face. "We can just do nothing, if that's fine with you."
Wonwoo's features only soften. "That's perfectly fine with me."
With that, the rest of the evening is established with the two of you slowly settling into a familiar routine. You both finish folding the rest of the clothes, then you find yourself taking a small catnap on the couch while Wonwoo quietly plays some games on his phone right next to you, keeping the volume low so it doesn't disturb you.
When you wake up, you notice that he isn't right next to you anymore; instead, you hear the sounds of the shower being used. Wonwoo must have decided to wash up while you were napping, and the thought brings a wave of bliss as you groggily stretch your limbs.
When you get yourself to stand up, you rub at your eyes before approaching the bathroom door and knocking on the door softly.
"Babe?" You call out.
The water turns off, sounds of shuffling behind the door. "Yeah?"
"Nothing," You respond, voice muffled. "Just wanted to check on you."
It doesn't take long for the door to be creaked open, with Wonwoo's figure emerging from behind it, water droplets glistening on his skin and his dripping hair tousled in that effortlessly charming way you adore. He's wrapped in a towel, looking every bit like he just stepped out of a magazine.
"Did you need something?" he asks while putting on his glasses that were slightly fogged up, and your eyes can't help but flicker over him for a second.
You swallow a lump in your throat, feeling your heart race faster at his presence in front of you and the way the steam curls in the air around him. The towel around his waist clings to his skin, and you swiftly shoot your eyes up to the ceiling and then down to the floor, shaking your head to clear your thoughts.
"No, I-I'm good," You manage to say. "Just wanted to check in on you."
"Yeah?" He tilts his head playfully. "Bummer. Thought you wanted to join me."
Some sort of choked sound leaves you, and you roll your eyes to hide the heat rising to your cheeks.
"In your dreams, mister," You quip back, but it still doesn't make you any less flustered.
There's a teasing glint in his eyes for a fraction of a second, before it simply melts into something softer.
"I wouldn't mind if you wanted to join," he tells you casually, leaning against the door frame, a subtle smirk playing to his lips. "I think you deserve to unwind with a little bit of pampering."
You bite your bottom lip, torn between how temping his offer sounds and the voice in your head reminding you of the boundaries you've carefully maintained... until now, as it seems. Still, the warmth radiating from him and the sincerity in his eyes makes it hard to resist.
So, you let your shoulders deflate.
"Is there a spare towel in there?" You ask him, prodding the door open a little more with a finger.
Wonwoo's face just brightens, and before you know it, he's reaching for your hand and pulling you inside the bathroom, lips meeting yours as soon as the door clicks shut behind you.
Later that night, the two of you order some takeout from a nearby Chinese restaurant. It isn't long for time to drift by as the cozy atmosphere of your apartment settles over both of you. Even the silence that plagues the room is comfortable, tainted with the hum of the television and the occasional clinking of chopsticks as you both revel within the simple joys the night offers𑁋each other.
You regret mentioning how it's getting close to midnight, because now you find yourself watching with a frown as Wonwoo begins to pack his belongings and laundry into a bag.
"Are you sure you... don't want to stay the night?" You question timidly, arms crossed together as you lean against the counter, watching his moments carefully with a frown.
Wonwoo pauses, his hand hovering over his backpack as he glances back at you. "I mean, I could... I have a big meeting in the morning though, and I don't want to impose."
A pang of disappointment hits you at his words.
"I... I love having you here, you know," You say cautiously. "You're practically living here half the time, anyway."
His lips quirk up in that familiar way, a mixture of amusement and affection that never fails to make your heart flutter, before it's quick to dissipate.
"I don't want to be a distraction when you need to get some rest," he replies. "You deserve to have your own space, and I know how important alone time is for you."
"I love having you in my space," You interject, stepping closer to him, desperation creeping into your voice. "and I love sharing my space with you."
Wonwoo lets out a sigh. "Love, I don't want you to feel bur𑁋"
"We can live together."
The bombshell that tumbles out of your mouth takes both of you by surprise, and the room goes quiet for a moment. You can see Wonwoo's eyes widen slightly, and his hand pauses mid-motion as he processes what you just said.
"Are you being serious?" he asks, and you expected for his words to come out in utter shock, perhaps even disbelief and disdain.
Instead, there's a note of wonder in his voice, like he's barely believing everything that you just said.
"I know it's a big step, but I..." You take in a deep breath, glancing down at your fidgeting hands. "I mean, we spend so much time together already, and it feels like... like we could really make it work. I just𑁋I want you to be around more. When I wake up, I want you to be the first person I see, and when I come home from work, I want you there waiting for me."
Silence hangs in the air, and you hold your breath. The seconds that float by feel like an entire millennium has passed, your heart bracing itself for the potential inevitable.
Wonwoo's hand tightens around the bag in his hand. "You really mean all that, don't you?"
"I do," You affirm, mustering all the confidence you can. "I want this. I want you. I want us."
Wonwoo lets out a long awaited, bated breath, his gaze softening as he looks at you. Slowly, he sets his bag down, and in a few strides, he's right in front of you.
"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to hear you say that."
You blink, feeling a rush of warmth flood your cheeks. "Really?"
"Really," he confirms, a bright smile spreading across his face. There's no reluctance or hesitation you hear in his voice, see on his features, or find in the way he's holding your gaze. "I've been thinking about it too, to be honest."
You feel the breath you've been holding finally release, and a laugh escapes you, shaky but full of relief and happiness.
"Let me just say this in advance," You start, lips teasing up in a faint smirk. "I'm sorry for the mess I might bring. I promise to clean it up."
Wonwoo only rolls his eyes and steps closer towards you, cradling your face gently with his hand, caressing over the skin of your cheek oh so tenderly.
"When do we start?" he asks, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to your forehead.
"Whenever we want," You reply lowly, lacing your fingers with his. "Whenever we're ready."
Wonwoo pulls you close again to connect his mouth with yours once again. "I think I've been ready from the moment you gave me that spare key, sweetheart."
iii. your heart is in a safe space between my words
There was something particular that always caught your eyes whenever you would casually pass by Wonwoo's desk.
A stack of sticky notes, and a ballpoint pen.
As miniscule as they are, there's something about the way the stack grows smaller over time and the way the pen seems to be slowly losing its ink that makes your heart flutter.
It started off with a simple note you found one day in your lunchbox at work: You're doing great, my love. Have a good day at work!
At first, you didn't think much of it. After all, it was just a little note from Wonwoo, but as you read over the words a hundred times, warmth was quick to sprout within you like a flower seeking the sunlight. And somehow on that same day, not a single cloud had drifted over the sky like the weather had previously forecasted.
From there, that little note was the start of a tradition between you and Wonwoo. Every day, he would leave a sticky note for you somewhere you wouldn't expect it𑁋your bag, your lunch, the mirror of the bathroom, on the screen of your laptop, or even on the cute kitten plushie that hung in your car.
And every day, you found yourself looking forward to these small treasures, your heart racing in anticipation each morning. What would Wonwoo write today?
Today, however, the stack of sticky notes had emptied out.
You don't mind it too much, though; in fact, it still fills your heart nonetheless, knowing that he had shared each note with you so thoughtfully. After all, just thinking about him is enough to get you through the entirety of the day.
Unfortunately, the day goes particularly sluggish. A bunch of workload had been dumped on you, and you nearly get into an argument with your team manager over some stupid revisions to a project that you didn't agree with. Heavy frustration had settled on your chest during the slow hours that pass, yet somehow, you manage to get through the day with gritted teeth.
When the work day finally ends, you find yourself hurrying on the way home just before traffic could reach its peak rush. As you finally pull into the parking space outside your apartment, a wave of relief washes over you. You step out of the car and make your way to the front door, the familiar scent of home swirling around you like the smell of fresh dinner.
As you enter the apartment, you relish in the familiar scent of home with a deep inhale, and you can already feel the stress of the day beginning to melt away.
"Wonwoo?" You call out as you slip your shoes off and place them next to Wonwoo's on the floor.
Silence is all that greets you. Making your way through the small hall way, you peek into the living room. It's quiet, the weak glow from the lamp casts long shadows across the furniture, and it doesn't take you long to spot your boyfriend sitting on the couch.
There's a book in his hands, earphones in place, and he seems completely engrossed in whatever he's reading. You can't help but smile at the sight𑁋his brow furrowed in concentration and the corners of his lips twitching up slightly, the subtle flick of his fingers turning each page as if he's savouring each word.
You approach him quietly, and after turning one more page, he glances up and notices your presence. He pulls one earbud out and sets the book down, already scooting a bit on the couch so that you can sit down.
"Hello, beautiful," he coos lightly, eyes lighting up as he takes you in.
"Hi," You breathe out tiredly. Instead of sitting next to him on the couch, you decide on letting your body fall on top of him, making him let out a tiny oof. "'m tired."
Wonwoo chuckles softly, his arms instinctively wrapping around you as you snuggle into his embrace. "Long day?"
"Very long," You mumble into his neck. "and missed you."
"Missed you too," Wonwoo whispers back, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
You let out a content sigh as the warmth radiating from his body seeps into you, and you feel grateful for the safe haven he provides after a day that felt like it would never end. It feels like home.
"Tell me about your day," he prods carefully, his fingers tenderly carding through your strands of hair.
You pull away a bit to meet his gaze. "Well, it started off okay, but it just... snowballed. A lot of meetings, and my manager was being difficult again. I almost lost it over a few stupid revisions."
Wonwoo's expression turns serious, a slight frown tugging at his lips as he processes your words. "I’m sorry, love. That sounds really frustrating."
"It's okay. I'm home now," You say as you slide your body in the spot right next to him on the couch. "Just felt like I was drowning all day."
"Then let me help you float," Wonwoo offers. His thumb begins to stroke your arm soothingly, and you can feel the tension in your muscles slowly releasing under his touch. "I'm proud of you for getting through today. It's not easy, but you always find a way to push through. And remember, it's okay to have days like this. It doesn’t define you. You are so capable, and I'm always here to remind you of that, okay?"
You blink at him, feeling the corners of your eyes prick with heat. "Wonwoo..."
"I'm serious, my love," he insists earnestly. "Sometimes I think you forget how incredible you truly are."
You can't help but let a small smile break across your face, but you shake your head slightly. "You give me so much more credit than I deserve."
"That's where you're wrong," he replies soothingly, his voice steady as he continues to meet your gaze. "You deserve every bit of credit, and I’ll keep reminding you until you believe it too."
His words fill the space between you, wrapping around your body𑁋your heart𑁋like a soft blanket on a cold day.
You let out a shaky breath and lean in closer, pressing your forehead to his. "Thank you. You always know what to say."
"That's my job, precious," Wonwoo murmurs, placing a kiss to the tip of your nose. "Glad to see I'm doing it well."
"You want compensation for that?" You quirk up a teasing brow.
Wonwoo just simply smiles, before cupping your face in his hand and landing a firm kiss right at your lips, and it's filled with the reassurance you've desperately craved for the entire day.
When you pull away, your cheeks are flushed, and you can't help but grin at him, feeling lighter than before. You press your body against his once again, settling into the comfortable embrace as he wraps his arms around you tighter.
"By the way," You say, voice muffled against his shoulder. "I noticed the sticky notes were gone today."
Wonwoo shifts slightly, his fingers still tangled in your hair, and you can feel him smile against your shoulder. "Ah, yeah... I thought I had more, but I guess I didn't. I'm sorry."
"No, it's okay. I just..." You purse your lips together, tracing lazy patterns on top of his hand. "I just really look forward to them. They brighten my day, you know?"
Wonwoo tilts his head adorably, studying you for a moment. "You really like them that much?"
"I do!" You admit, smiling against his shoulder. "They make me feel really special."
Wonwoo hums thoughtfully. "I'll make a trip to the store tomorrow then."
"If you do, buy another stack, please."
You pause, feeling a bit embarrassed by how eagerly you're clinging to the idea of these little notes. But before you can add anything, Wonwoo pulls back just enough to look at you, a playful glint in his eyes.
You giggle when you meet his gaze. "Not for you though, for me. I want to start writing you notes too."
Wonwoo's eyebrows raise in surprise, a soft laugh escaping his lips. "I'll be looking forward to it then."
And in the morning, perhaps you'll leave the first note.
iv. it's not what i place in your hands, but what i place in your life
The blinding lights of your vanity shine down on you as you unclip a silver bracelet from around your wrist, placing it gently on the surface of the dresser, the charms clinging together as they settle. It's a bracelet he had gifted you a while back𑁋you had worn it every day since.
Fatigue slowly starts to plague your body as you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You had treated Wonwoo to a date today, and these days, it's rare for you to plan one because he's always the one taking up all those opportunities. It's a tad bit unfair sometimes, but once you got the chance the flip the script, you took it right away.
The door to the bedroom creaks open, and you glance up to see Wonwoo coming inside, still wearing the outfit he had worn for the date. As he catches your eye, a smile lights up his face.
"Hello," he greets, coming up to you from behind, the light shining on his form as he rests his hand on both of your shoulders as you continue to shed off the jewelry you were wearing, giving you a few squeezes.
"Hey," You greet him back, feeling your shoulders relax from his touch.
"Thank you for tonight," he adds fondly. "I had a really great time."
The sincerity in his voice tugs at your heartstrings, a doting smile on your face displayed in the mirror.
"I'm glad," You reply, turning slightly to catch a glimpse of his expression. "Thought you deserved at least a little pampering from me. You always plan things for us."
Wonwoo's eyes sparkle with appreciation, and he takes a step closer, lightly massaging your shoulders with his thumbs. "That only makes me want to step up my game even more, honey."
A pout crosses your face at that, crossing your arms playfully. "No competition here. I just wanted to treat you for once."
"Fair enough," he declares, letting his hands fall back to his side, watching closely as you start to fall into the rhythm of your nighttime routine.
He catches a glimpse of all your jewelry scattered across your vanity, and it warms his heart to see a mixture of some stuff he's personally bought for you, and some pieces that you've picked out on your own over the years.
Wonwoo brings his own hand up to undo his watch and sets it down beside your bracelet, the two pieces contrasting yet complementing each other beautifully. He knows that you aren't biggest person on gifts, yet he loves that you still cherish every little thing he gives you. That's enough for him.
"Think I should invest in getting you a jewelry box for all these," he jokes, trying to lighten the moment as he admires the collection.
You say something in response that he's hardly able to catch, a pitter-patter of hesitation clouding above his head. Unnoticeably, he shoves a hand into the pocket of his pants, fingers fidgeting against something in there. The nerves twist in his stomach, and he takes a moment to compose himself.
"...I just don't get how some people can easily organise all their stuff. I can hardly keep my own desk clean at work!"
Wonwoo nods, forcing a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes as his mind races.
"...but I think a jewelry box could work. There's one that I saw at this store I passed by𑁋"
"Sweetheart."
You cut yourself off from your rambling, concern knitting your brows at how suddenly serious he looks. "Yeah?"
He hesitates, glancing at the watch he just set down. "I want to give you something."
There's nervousness in his expression that you see, and you turn your body to fully face him, waiting for him to continue.
Wonwoo opens his mouth as if to declare something, before shutting it quickly. Then he simply takes something out of his pocket, and you watch as he opens up his hand, underneath revealing a delicate-looking necklace resting on his palm, the pendant gleaming under the light.
"A necklace?" You ask him curiously.
"My mom's necklace," he clarifies quietly. "She wore it all the time when I was growing up. It's been passed down in our family, and I thought... I thought maybe you'd want to have it."
Your eyes widen as you lean closer to the shimmering piece, taking in its intricate design. "It's beautiful." You reach out to lightly touch the pendant, before looking back up at him. "Are you really sure?"
He nods slowly. "My mom always said it brought her strength and comfort, and I only hope it could do the same for you."
A lump forms in your throat as you process his words, but the steadiness he attempts to hold in his face reassures you.
"I'll cherish and protect it with my life," You promise him. "Thank you for trusting me with something so important to you.”
Wonwoo just smiles𑁋there's something bittersweet about it𑁋his shoulders relaxing as he watches you admire the necklace. "Can I help you put it on?"
You nod, turning your back to him, meeting eyes with your nervous reflection back in the mirror. He carefully clasps the necklace around your neck, his fingers brushing just the slightest over your skin. You feel the cold pendant settle gently against your collarbone, catching the light in a way that feels almost magical.
"There," he whispers, stepping back slightly to admire how the necklace complements your figure. "It looks perfect on you."
You reach up to touch the pendant, the meaning it carries heavier than the weight itself. You meet his eyes through the mirror, taking in his eyes that holds both certainty and vulnerability, and that small, proud smile he wears, as if he's laying his heart completely bare for you.
And you'll treat it with all the care it deserves𑁋gently, without reservation.
v. your skin is the map where my love finds its way home
"I'm taken, sorry."
Usually, that kind of statement would drive someone away right off the bat, but the man that's looming in front of you𑁋with breath that reeked of alcohol and a smug, ugly-toothed grin plastered on his face𑁋only inches even closer, and you can feel the discomfort coil tighter in your stomach.
"What kind of boytoy leaves a pretty thing like you sitting here all alone then?" the man sneers, holding you in place with his lecherous, glassy gaze. "Come on, darling. We could have a little fun somewhere else."
"My husband is in the bathroom and we're on our honeymoon," You rebuke sharply. "and I don't think he would appreciate you being here."
The man eyes you up and down, huffing out a low laugh that sends a shiver of unease down your spine.
"I don't see a ring on that finger of yours, sweetheart," he taunts, leaning in closer. You can feel the heat radiating off him, and it makes your skin crawl.
The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as you shift uncomfortably in your seat, trying to create some distance between you and the man. For all the wrong reasons, the man is right about how your ring isn't on your finger, and you can feel the panic increasing in your system. You knew you were wearing it for the entirety of the day, yet as you feel around your finger.
You remember taking it to wash your hands in the restroom, but you could've sworn you slipped it back on before leaving.
Where the hell did it go? "I𑁋" You stammer anxiously. "I must have dropped it."
This only fuels the man's smugness. "See? No ring means no commitment. What's stopping us from having a little fun, huh?"
You can hear your heart pulsing up to your ears in panic while desperately scanning the confined area for any sign of your lost ring, but it's hard to think clearly when he's so close to you.
Just as the anxiety was about to overwhelm you, a voice cuts through the haze of discomfort.
"What's going on here?"
You peer up to see Wonwoo approaching, the sleeves of his button-up rolled up to his elbows and a frown creasing his brow. The sight of him instantly eases some of your tension, but the man in front of you doesn't back down. Instead, he sneers, his demeanour shifting as he sizes up Wonwoo, who doesn't even look the slightest bit intimidated by the drunken man.
"Who do you think you are?" the man slurs.
"I'm their husband," Wonwoo replies flatly, his voice calm but edged with an unmistakable steeliness. He steps in closer to you, wrapping a protective arm around your waist and pulling you more towards him. "And I suggest you back the hell off."
"You think you can just scare me off?" the man growls, trying to regain his composure. "I was just having a little fun. No need to get all riled up."
"Then go take your drunken ass somewhere else to have fun," Wonwoo snaps back harshly, voice lowering to a threatening tone that sends a clear message.
"What's it to you? They're just a pretty face," he spits and snickers, belittling you as if you were nothing more than an object.
"I don't care what you think, jackass," Wonwoo retorts, his grip around your waist tightening; even then you feel the way he's tracing soothingly over your hip. "Walk away before I call security on you for harassing my partner."
The man fixes you and Wonwoo with a callous glare, scoffing dismissively under his breath before turning on his heel and stumbling away toward the bar of the restaurant. The breath you've been holding in finally escapes out of you in a shaky sigh, relief flooding your system.
Wonwoo's hand remains firm on your waist, the other coming to interlock with yours comfortingly.
"Are you okay?" he asks, gaze softening as he returns all his attention back to you.
You give a nod. "Yeah, I-I'm fine. Thank you, I thought he wouldn't go away but he kept pestering me and wouldn't leave, and then I saw that my ring wasn't on my finger and I..." You quickly cut your words off, taking another deep breath. "I'm sorry, I thought I put it on when I left the restroom earlier, but𑁋"
With a small smile, he reaches into the pocket of his button-up, and there it is: your ring, the diamond on it sparkling under the glow of the restaurant lights. Your heart swells at the sight, relief flooding your chest.
"I found it at the bar when I was coming back. The bartender turned it in," he explains, while carefully slipping the ring back up at your finger. You can't help but smile affectionately as he adjusts it, feeling the cool metal settle back into place.
"Thank you," You tell him. "I was starting to freak out."
"Don't worry," Wonwoo reassures you, letting his thumb brush over the ring on your finger, before bringing your hand up to plant a kiss on your knuckle. "I won't let anything happen to you, okay?"
You take a moment to collect yourself. As the weight of the situation lifts, you feel a warmth spread through you, not just from the relief but also from the way Wonwoo is looking at you𑁋soft, protective, and so utterly devoted.
"Come on, let's go get some gelato and then head back to the hotel." Wonwoo helps you up from the seat, his hand never leaving your waist as he guides you through the bustling restaurant and back outside.
As you walk together, he never lets go of your hand, instinctively squeezing gently every now and then and drawing lazy shapes on your palm as you wait for your gelato. You catch glimpses of other couples around you, their hands linked in similar gestures, but none feel quite like this.
Wonwoo wasn't much of a public display of affection kind of person, but in these moments, he feels different. And you weren't complaining at all𑁋you love when he's not afraid to remind the world of his affection for you.
After treating yourself with gelato (well, Wonwoo had paid for yours, even when you protested no), both of you make your way back to the hotel. The moment the cool air of the room hits your face, a wave of exhaustion courses through you as you place yourself at the edge of the bed.
"Wow, that was a day," You mutter, leaning over to begin removing your shoes, yet Wonwoo is quick to kneel down before you, gently encouraging your hands away. He helps slip them off your feet with a careful, tender touch. His fingers graze against your skin as he sets your shoes aside.
"There," he says with a small smile, looking up at you. "Better?"
You nod, feeling the tension in your muscles begin to ease. "Much better, thank you."
You watch with half-lidded eyes as he stands back up to sit himself down on the bed right behind you, the mattress dipping with his weight. The warmth from his body presses against your back, his hands coming up to caress up and down your arm.
His breath hits the skin of your nape, and that alone was enough to send goosebumps surging through you. He's awfully close to you now, close enough that his lips are just barely ghosting your skin.
He trails his fingers from your shoulder down to your wrist, and you can't help but shiver when he leans in, his lips landing a featherlight kiss to the top of your shoulder, then slowly, they trail up to the curve of your neck, planting brief, lingering kisses that make you melt in his hold.
"Won..." You whisper, your voice nearly lost in the quiet of the room.
Wonwoo only hums in response, his lips landing to the sensitive spot right below your ear, and you feel a slight shiver ripple through you, your breath hitching as he pauses there, savouring the closeness.
"You have no idea..." he rasps lowly against your ear. "...how much I love knowing you're mine."
Your breath hitches at that, his words etching like a scar in your mind as his hands come to toy playfully with the strap of the dress you wore, before leisurely bringing it down your shoulder.
You don't even have to look at him to see the subtle smirk to his face, his mouth trailing its way down from your nape and to the delicate curve of your shoulder, where he presses another tender kiss, this time lingering just a bit longer, eliciting a hushed sigh from you.
After a few moments, you shift your body around so that you're facing him, and the heat of his gaze sends your heart racing. Swiftly, he pulls you closer, basically placing you on top of him as your legs straddle his waist.
A nervous giggle tumbles out of you. "Hi."
Wonwoo's face melts into a soft smile. "Hello."
You aren't sure who leans in first, but suddenly your lips are brushing against his. His hands find their way to your waist, fingers pressing gently into your sides as he deepens the kiss.
"I love you."
"I love you too," he breathes against your lips, hands roaming from your waist to the small of your back and pressing you flush against him, erasing any remaining space between you.
After a few more kisses, you pull away slightly, locking a firm gaze with the man right beneath your touch.
"So," You start, an impish look to your face. "You're my husband now."
Wonwoo's lips curve into a smirk, and he raises an eyebrow, leaning back slightly as he holds your gaze. "That seems to be the case."
A light laugh escapes you as you lean in closer, feeling the delicate fabric of his shirt beneath your fingertips. Your eyes drop momentarily to the buttons of his shirt, and without thinking, your fingers instinctively begin to unbutton the first few, revealing a glimpse of his toned chest beneath.
His breath hitches at your touch. "Love..."
"You don't have to hold back, you know," You whisper between kisses, a playful tone to your voice along with a twinge of softness.
Wonwoo sucks in a deep breath at that, reaching up to push some strands of hair behind your ear. All he could do right now is simply stare at you, admire you, knowing damn well he’ll fly to the skies and catch a star if you asked for one.
"I know," he mumbles quietly. "Just want you to be comfortable."
"I am comfortable," You assure him calmly, your fingers still playing with the buttons of his shirt. Each small tug reveals a bit more of him, and you marvel at how his skin glows under the dim light.
For a moment, he studies your expression for any hesitation, before slowly dragging the other strap of your dress down your arm, exposing more of your skin to him to worship, to map out with the tender graze of his fingertips, almost as if he’s tracing constellations on your skin. The chill of the hotel rooms sends goosebumps dancing down your body, but his warmth quickly envelops you as he leans down, peppering loving kisses along your collarbone.
"You're beautiful," he mutters, letting his hands glide over your skin, tiny sparks emitting from his fingertips. His words drip of adoration. "Can I?"
You take note of the way his mouth twitches up into a satisfied grin when he looks back up at you. Even with all the longing he's showing you right now in the way he's holding you, touching you, there's still that undeniable softness that hasn't seemed to lose its spark since he's laid eyes on you all those years ago.
"You can," You answer simply. "You can have me."
Your words send a shudder through him, his heart pounding against his ribcage at the invitation.
"You're going to be the death of me, you know that?" A breathless laugh escapes his lips as he captures your chin gently with his hand.
This only brings a smirk to your face.
"Then let me be your heaven."
That's all it takes. Wonwoo knows that he's playing with fire, but getting burned by you is a risk he's more than willing to fuel.
hii just wanna say you are one of my fav acc in tumblr ❤️
she is on her ovulation phase rn so can you write something about mirror sex with wonwoo im pretty sure that was hottt af 🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️
mirror sex + ovulation phase with wonwoo
warnings: smut, ovulation, mirror sex, after care, wap.
it’d definitely hit different, considering how focused he gets in sex. this man is already attentive as hell, but you throw in the fact that your body is extra sensitive and craving more, and it’s game over.
wonwoo’s not the loudest guy, but when he’s turned on, he breathes a little louder in your ear, and it just hits. the type where you feel it more in the way he looks at you than anything he’s saying. and with the mirror involved, you're getting all of that attention doubled back at you. the way his eyes would flick between the mirror and you, like he’s torn between watching your face react and seeing the way your bodies move together.
so imagine this: it’s your ovulation phase, and you’re already feeling some type of way. u know, that feeling where everything’s heightened? you’re sensitive as hell, and it’s like your body’s begging for more without you even needing to think about it. andd he’s the type to notice right away. like, the second he’s got his hands on you, he can feel the difference—maybe your body's a little more eager, maybe your reactions are a bit quicker—and you can bet he’s gonna take advantage of that.
he’d guide you to look at yourself, the way his hands would hold you in place just so you can see every little detail. he’s not gonna let you escape the way your body moves for him, how flushed your skin gets, how your breathing’s speeding up, all of it. and he’d make sure you’re paying attention to it too. “look at you baby girl, so wet around my cock, so sensitive..hmmm” he'd say, maybe right by your ear while his eyes are locked on the mirror, like he’s obsessed with what he’s seeing.
and during ovulation, where you’re already feeling a lot more intense, like every touch feels a little sharper. you can’t hide it either—the way your body responds is just... instant. you’d be extra sensitive, every single brush of his hands or his body against yours would have you trembling a little. and wonwoo’d notice everything. he’s so observant, that guy, there’s no way he’s missing any of your reactions. he’d pick up on the tiniest of gasps, the way your hips start moving on their own, all of it.
when you’re ovulating, and u just feel like you need more? like no matter how much you’re getting, it’s never enough? yeah, that’s where wonwoo comes in. he’d be relentless but in the most controlled, focused way. he’s not gonna rush it, even if you feel like you might lose your mind waiting for him to give you what you want. he’d watch your body react in the mirror. every time you move, every time your hips shift or you arch into him more, he’s watching. like, fully taking it in, getting off on how your body is craving him, how desperate you are, especially because of the whole ovulation thing making it even worse. the mirror just amplifies everything. 'cause not only are you feeling every little thing ten times more, but now you’re seeing it too.
his hands, they’d be all over you. not even necessarily rough, but firm. holding you in place, guiding you, making sure you’re looking at yourself and at the way he’s taking care of you. he’d probably let his hands trace down your body, maybe even pausing just to make you feel how ready you are, just to make you squirm a little more. and when he does finally move inside you, he would circle his hips, just to feel how much your body reacts. the way you’re extra tight, extra wet, extra sensitive, all of it would make him double his strength to keep his legs holding him up.
wonwoo’s the type to keep his cool too. even though your body’s practically begging him to pick up the pace, he’s still gonna take his time, it’s almost like a game to him, seeing how far he can push you before you start losing it, it’s so good you can’t even complain??? every thrust, every sound of skin on skin, would feel magnified, and seeing it all in the mirror would make it that much better. he would make the orgasm hits different. you’d probably be shaking, maybe even letting out little noises you didn’t even realize you were making, and wonwoo would be right there, making sure you’re seeing it all happen in the mirror, 'cause he’s not letting you miss a single thing. the aftercare, top tier, with water, massage, food, cuddling, everything u want!!!
request: hi, is it possible for you to write a wonwoo smut? pairing fem reader and gamer boyfriend wonwoo? ofc fine if not, but ty if u do! <3
synopsis: you're not very good at asking for things, especially not of the sexual kind. but maybe you can be driven to a point where you simply have to ask.
a/n: hiiii this took super long to write bc i got a mini-writers-block in the middle of it. i'm sorry if it feels super awkward at some points.
cw: unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), begging, praise, use of pet names
Wonwoo wasn't a neglectful boyfriend. In fact, he spent a lot of his attention on you. He enjoyed spending time with you, doting on you, buying you gifts, and doing anything else you would love for your boyfriend to do. But Wonwoo also has other interests, like any ordinary human person. That isn't your problem, per se. You liked that he had other hobbies, that you could be two individuals who weren't constantly dependent on one another... but right now, you felt a bit dependent on him.
No, Wonwoo wasn't a neglectful boyfriend, but right now, he was neglecting you - even if it was unintentional. While you were withering away on the bed, he was in your shared office where he had put up his gaming set-up. You loved that he played with his friends, and it was good that he interacted with people - is what you kept repeating in your head while you tried to suppress that static feeling rippling up in your lower stomach. You were immensely horny because of an event this morning, which Wonwoo had somehow completely forgotten about.
Your eyes had fluttered open to see him sleeping beside you. His bare, broad chest was on display for you, as the covers were only dragged up to the middle of his torse. There was only one thought in your brain as you reached out your hand to touch him. In his tired, still half-asleep state, he brought you closer and nuzzled his face into your neck.
"Good morning, love." His voice was raspy, it made you feel dizzy.
Your fingers went to the nape of his neck, from where they then traveled to his hair. A content sigh escaped your lips as Wonwoo placed soft kisses all over your neck.
"Is my baby feeling a bit needy today?" He laughed lazily as you tried to press yourself closer to him.
"Mhm..." you hummed. "You look so good, so, how could I resist?"
He looked up at you, squinting ever so slightly because he still hadn't gotten his glasses from the nightstand, and gave you a tired smile. It was his thanks for the compliment.
"I'm sorry, love, I really have to leave as soon as possible." He shifted around in bed before he sat up.
Before you could start whining and complaining, Wonwoo pressed a kiss on your cheek. You watched him put on his glasses and walk over to the dresser to find some clothes for the day.
"I promise that I'll give you some extra attention when I get home tonight, okay?" he said when he saw your disappointed expression.
"I'll keep you to that," you said and went back to sleep.
You hadn't kept him to it. Wonwoo came home, the two of you ate dinner together, and you said you wanted to go to bed. He just kissed your cheek and said goodnight. It left you confused and somewhat irritated, but he couldn't exactly read your mind - so how could you blame him? You had trouble with telling him what you wanted. It felt embarrassing to admit having needs, for some odd reason. While it was something that you both had actively worked on, you hadn't ever initiated something on your own. He always had to encourage you to tell him what it was you needed. It was fun to have him tease you and lead you to say what you wanted, but you still felt embarrassed to ask for something so out of the blue.
Which is why you were walking back and forth in front of the office door. Blue light streamed out of the crack in the door, and you could hear Wonwoo talking into his headset. His voice was low and raspy, just like this morning, and it definitely didn't help your state of mind. Your fingers gripped at the hem of the shirt you were wearing. It was Wonwoo's shirt, one that you had stolen from his wardrobe earlier this evening. You had wanted to be bold, so you were only wearing a pair of black, lacy panties underneath - which you knew were his favorite of yours - but now you were regretting it. Maybe it was a dumb idea, maybe you should just go to bed. But you wouldn't be able to sleep much if you went to bed now.
"Baby? Is that you?" You heard Wonwoo call out for you.
You peeked your head through the door after opening it ever so slightly. His eyes met yours. He looked tired, but he was still smiling warmly at you.
"Thought I heard someone outside..." he muttered and motioned for you to come in. "You can sit with me if you can't sleep."
Usually, it would be precisely what you needed - but not right now. You didn't say a word. Instead, you just went to sit by your desk. Wonwoo turned his gaming chair around to look at you, looking a bit confused. As if it were the most obvious thing ever, he patted his lap to signal for you to sit there instead. Your office chair was safe. There, you could wriggle around uncomfortably as you watched Wonwoo tap away at his keyboard. He would never know that you were struggling if you sat in your chair but, of course, he didn't want you to sit there. Whenever you had trouble sleeping, you would come into the office and sit on his lap. It was your routine, and Wonwoo didn't break routines. Hesitantly, you made your way over to him.
"I don't want to interrupt your game..." you mumbled as an excuse.
"You're not," he said casually. "We're in the waiting lobby right now, and I turned the mic off. I'm just going to play one more round and then I can take you to bed."
His hands were on your waist, pulling you in closer and urging you to sit down on his lap. You knew he loved to have you sit there while he played since he had frequently called you his little blanket. Right now, you weren't his little blanket, you were just his incredibly horny girlfriend, and you just wanted him to see that without any questions asked.
"Come on, baby." He interrupted your racing thoughts. "I really don't mind, okay?"
Of course he would worry about you feeling like you were being clingy. For someone so good at reading people, he really couldn't read you at all. Or maybe he could, and this was all some sort of game. You couldn't think much longer because he pulled you closer and made you sit down. Usually, you would sit with both your legs across his, but now he managed to sit you down in a straddling position. Wonwoo was going to be the death of you.
"There you go, sweetheart," he muttered as he turned his attention back to the game. "I'm turning the mic back on, okay?"
You hummed because that's all you could manage to do. Wonwoo was so close, yet so far away, from where you needed him most. Instinctively, you hid your face in the crook of his neck. After turning on his mic, his hands traveled back to your waist to keep you steady while he adjusted himself in the chair.
"Sorry about that, I just had to take care of something," he said to his friends.
As he adjusted himself, his crotch just barely brushed against your core. You let out a whimper, loud and lewd enough for people to hear and understand what it implied, and pushed yourself deeper into the crook of his neck in an attempt to hide it.
"Ugh, don't tell me-" you heard a disgusted voice through his headset followed by many people laughing.
"Wait one more second..." Wonwoo sighed and turned off his headset again.
He gently peeled your head away from him so that he could look at you. Your face was bright red, and it only got worse when you met his eyes.
"Are you okay?" he asked with a knowing smile.
"I'm fine," you squeaked out.
"Are you sure, baby?" His smile became smugger. "You don't need me to take care of you?"
One of his hands went from your waist to the hem of your shirt to creep up under it. You sighed at his touch, trying to put your head back into the crook of his neck. Wonwoo only pushed you back to keep you looking at him.
"I know you need something..." He sucked in a sharp breath as he took a look at the panties you were wearing. "And you're very clever, but that's not going to fly with me, sweetheart. You know you have to tell me if you want something."
"... could you turn off the game?", you asked.
"Of course, baby." Wonwoo turned his mic back on, "Hey, I have to go... I'm sure you can win the next round without me, right?"
Many complaints were heard through the headset, but Wonwoo only chuckled and started turning everything off. Inside, he was burning up, but he was trying to keep calm in front of you. He wanted you to feel comfortable asking for things, and if he constantly took control, you wouldn't get to practice that. Now you were looking like you were about to explode - and while Wonwoo didn't like that you couldn't ask for things, he definitely enjoyed teasing you about it.
"Turned everything off for you, love," he hummed. "Can you tell me what you want now?"
"I want..." You trailed off and started to play with the neckline of his shirt, to keep yourself distracted.
The room was dark now, the only light coming from outside the office. It acted as a reminder that you hadn't turned off the lights in the bedroom.
"Do you want to go to bed with me?" he asked with faux innocence printed all over his face. "Want me to hold you until you fall asleep, hm?"
Any other day, this would've sounded like a complete dream. Right now, he was just a little bit off the mark.
"Not exactly..." You cleared your throat. "But I do want to go to the bedroom."
"Then let's go."
Wonwoo lifted you up. You let out a yelp and quickly wrapped your arms around his neck to stay stable. He walked through the apartment, and when he got to the bedroom, he put you down on the bed. Wonwoo already knew what you wanted, so it wasn't weird of him to turn off the lights and pull his shirt over his head.
"Can you tell me now, princess?" he asked sweetly as he tossed his shirt to the side.
You were sitting at the edge of the bed, your feet touching the floor. Wonwoo crouched down in front of you, settling himself between your legs and leaning his cheek to the inside of your thigh. He was waiting.
"Well, it's about this morning..." you mumbled, "You promised that you would..."
"Sorry, honey, I can't hear you." He planted a quick kiss on your thigh. "Please speak up for me."
"You kind of... left me hanging this morning," you said as your face turned bright red. "And I tried to just... fix it by myself, but-"
An exasperated sigh escaped your throat and you covered your warm face with your hands. You could hear Wonwoo snickering, and you wanted to shut him up.
"I want you," you said and put your hands back down. "And you said that you would when you got home, but you didn't."
"I'm sorry, love," he said with a heartwarming smile. "Just use your words, and I'll do whatever you ask of me now."
Whatever you ask. That was a big promise.
"Could you kiss me, then?", you smiled at him.
He was very close to starting laughing at you. Out of everything you could've asked for, you wanted a kiss. But it was progress, and he couldn't deny you anything when he had promised to do whatever you asked. So he stood back up, gently pushing you to lie down with your back on the mattress, and took off his glasses. When Wonwoo's lips met yours, you couldn't help but let out a content hum. He was soft and careful, and you wanted just a little more. Your arms wrapped around his neck again to bring him in closer. One of his hands was on your waist, while the other one cupped your face.
"I want more," you murmured against his lips once you got the courage.
"Yeah?" he placed another kiss on the corner of your mouth.
"Mhm..." you hummed as he pressed more kisses down your neck and collarbone area. "Could you... I want you to eat me out."
Wonwoo almost choked on nothing, you had never been quite this forward... but he definitely enjoyed it.
"Anything for you, my love." He grinned and placed a peck on your lips before traveling south down your body.
Your bottom lip slipped between your teeth as his pointer finger slipped under the band of your panties. Wonwoo was back in the position he was in before, crouched in front of you. His finger left the hem of your underwear as he let his thumb graze your clothed core.
"My poor baby..." he cooed as he felt the wet patch on the fabric. "You really got yourself worked up."
"I tried to tell you..." You twitched under him as his thumb accidentally grazed your clit.
Wonwoo's pointer finger was back under the hem of your lingerie, but this time it was to slide them down your legs. A few kisses were placed against inside your thighs while Wonwoo was spreading them apart before you felt him blowing cool air on your pussy.
"Wonwoo..." you whined and wiggled your hips.
"I know, I know, baby..." he said.
When you first felt his tongue on you, a whimper fell out of your mouth, and you instinctively tried to close your legs again. With gentle yet demanding hands, Wonwoo pulled them back apart.
"I have barely done anything, sweetheart." He chuckled almost devilishly. "Stop squirming for me, okay?"
You only nodded because that's all you could muster. As Wonwoo laid his tongue flat against you, your mouth fell open in a silent plea. He kept his ministrations at a steady pace, making you fall into a rhythm of grinding on his tongue. To stop you from moving, Wonwoo put his arm over your hips so that he could start sucking on your clit, pushing your shirt up ever so slightly in the process. Your hands went from gripping the sheets to holding onto Wonwoo's hair, trying to get him closer.
"It feels so good..." you whined in between soft gasps.
It felt like you were flying as if your back was no longer touching the soft sheets on the bed. The static you had previously felt in your stomach started becoming clearer, turning into a coil that was about to snap. You tried to move again, but Wonwoo was holding you in place. Suddenly, he pulled away and replaced his tongue with his fingers, not letting your climax slip away from you.
"Baby, please..." Your voice went hoarse as you whispered out the words in a prayer "... need your tongue..."
"Beg for it." He pressed a few kisses to your thighs.
For the first time in a while, you looked at him. The lower half of his face was covered in your juices, his pupils completely blown out, and his hair a complete wreck from your relentless pulling. There was a familiar look in his eyes, he wanted to make a mess of you.
"Please..." you whimpered as he kept rubbing his fingers on your clit.
"I'll need a little more than that, sweetheart..." He started slowing down the pace of his fingers.
"No, no, no..." you whined. "Please don't slow down... I want you to make me cum, please make me cum."
"Such a good girl," he praised.
And so his lips were back on your clit. The fingers that had previously rubbed at your clit, now covered in your slick, were starting to prod at your hole. As he pushed inside, you let out a loud moan, slapping your hand over your mouth as a reaction. Wonwoo didn't have the time to tell you to make as much noise as you wanted to, as he was all too focused on getting you to reach your orgasm. It was overwhelming, he was everywhere, and all you could feel was him and that damn coil in the pit of your stomach. You pulled on his hair again, and he groaned against you in response, the vibrations of his voice sending you over the edge. As you spasmed and wriggled around, he held you down and let you ride out your orgasm over his face. After you had calmed down, he placed a few kisses along your hips, trailing them up your body and pushing up your shirt in the process.
"Thank you..." you mumbled out in your delirious state.
"You did so well for me, sweetheart," he murmured against your skin. "Help me get this off, yeah?"
With Wonwoo's hand supporting your back, you sat up and pulled off the shirt. When you had thrown it to the side he laid you back down. His kisses didn't stop, his soft lips soothing you as your breath got back to its original rhythm.
"Let's get you comfortable," he said, mostly to himself, as he helped you shuffle up the bed to lay your head against the pillows.
You took his face in your hands and brought him in for a kiss. He smiled against your lips, pulling away just a few seconds later. When you looked up at him, you saw the most beautiful piece of art your eyes had ever had the pleasure to witness. With much effort, you leaned up and placed many pecks all across his face in between giggles. Wonwoo's eyes were shut tight, as he let out a breathy laugh at your behavior.
"Do you want to go to bed?" he asked when you laid back down. "I don't mind if you're too tired to keep going, you know."
You shook your head and gave him a small smile. Everything about this moment made it seem like you were floating on a cloud; the fluffy sheets, the warm feeling in your chest, the high that you were still coming down from, et cetera.
"Words, darling." He chuckled and put his face in the crook of your neck.
"I want you," you said as you drew small patterns on his back. "And I want to keep going."
Wonwoo hummed, confirming that he had heard you, and placed some kisses on your neck and collar bone area. The two of you laid there for a while, relishing in each other's touch and scent. There was no rush to get it over with.
"Talk to me, love.", he said and leaned on his elbows that encapsulated your head, "What do you want me to do?"
"I just want you inside of me...", you whispered out, and when he reached for the bedside table you added, "No condom."
He raised his brows at you, looking for any sort of hesitation in your eyes. There was none.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm on birth control... I started it a few weeks ago, I just forgot to tell you", you assured him, "I want to feel you cum inside me."
"Since when did you become such a dirty girl?", he chuckled and pressed a few more kisses to your jawline, "I don't mind, of course... but keeping secrets from me? That deserves a punishment."
His voice was gentle, his touch even more gentle. It almost felt like a feather lightly tickling your skin as he ran the back of his fingers up and down the skin of your stomach. There was a tightening sensation in your chest as you watched him litter your chest with kisses. Treating you like treasure was Wonwoo's favorite pastime, which is why he loved taking it slow with you. Sometimes he would be rough and mean, but right now he only wanted to make love to you.
"What kind of punishment?", you asked with a satisfied sigh.
He paused and looked at you, slightly confused because he had completely forgotten that he had ever mentioned a punishment. Drunk off of your body, and the aphrodisiac feeling he got from the thought of getting to cum inside you, made his short-term memory foggy.
"Right..." He cleared his throat and you laughed.
"Did you already forget?" you asked between giggles.
"I guess you're too distracting." He chuckled. "Let's forget about punishment, I just want to feel you."
"Sounds good to me.," you hummed.
Your lips met in a beautiful dance, not fighting for power or dominance but instead completely balanced and loving. Without breaking the kiss, Wonwoo tried to take off his sweatpants and underwear. Teeth were clashing as you smiled into the kiss. Eventually, he pulled away from you to rip his unruly clothing off.
"There." He breathed out, "Come here, love."
Crawling over to him, you reconnected your lips before falling back with your back on the bed. His lips moved from your lips to your jaw and down your neck - where he started sucking small purple love bites.
"Wonwoo...", you let out a frustrated breath.
"Just let me take my time, sweetheart.", he pleaded.
"You said I'd get anything I wanted as long as I asked," you said, "... I want you to fuck me already, baby."
His ears didn't deceive him, you had used his words against him. Being an honest man meant that he couldn't back down on his promise, and Wonwoo was an honest man. And as he pushed himself inside you, you felt so satisfyingly full. An utmost sinful prayer of his name left your lips as he started moving. Over and over again you found yourself in a new realm of heaven. Moans slipped past your lips, which he silenced with a kiss. His hands were on either side of your head, holding himself up as he thrusted in a slow yet delicious rhythm. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, holding him close to you. When he pulled away from your lips he gave you a drunken smile, a way of saying how good he was feeling without the usage of any words.
"Wait, let me just...", he trailed off as he grabbed a pillow.
A whine escaped your lips as he pulled out. What could possibly be so important that he would interrupt this? But as he put the pillow under your hips and pushed back inside you, you knew why he had wanted to do it.
"Feel better?" he asked breathlessly as he started a slightly faster pace.
"That's... very good..." You soughed. "Thank you..."
A few chaste kisses were placed on your shoulder as he continued bringing you to paradise. You hadn't felt this good in a while, and suddenly you were eternally grateful that you finally managed to tell him what you wanted.
"I'm almost there, baby...", he gritted through his teeth, "... want you to cum with me."
At a loss for words, you only nodded. His hand voyaged between your bodies to rub your clit, and you gasped at the new sensation. The coil in your stomach was about to snap for a second time, and you could tell by Wonwoo's sudden erratic thrusts that he was close as well. Feeling his warm seed spilled inside you as he came with a moan of your name sent you over the edge. His body fell on top of yours, and the two of you stayed there for a moment. Your hand gently rubbed his bare back, feeling the soft skin under your fingertips soothing you almost as much as him.
"I love you," he muttered.
"I love you too," you said with a small giggle. "You made me feel so good, honey."
"Yeah?" he turned his head to look at you.
"So good," you reassured him.
He placed a kiss on your cheek in response before he pulled out of you. Quiet groans could be heard through the room as the two of you moved around. Even if he had been very gentle, it almost felt like you were more tired than when he was rough. With sleepy eyes, you looked up at him and lifted your arms to him.
"Carry me, please," you said.
"You can't walk?" he furrowed his eyebrows in concern. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No... you said you would do whatever I asked.", you grinned at him.
He scoffed, but nevertheless, he lifted you up and carried you to the bathroom. You took a shower together, rinsing off your sweaty bodies with cold water. When you got out, he helped dry you up with a fluffy towel and you returned the favor by drying his hair.
"You did very well," he murmured suddenly. "With asking."
"Well, you kind of made me," you chuckled and cupped his face in your hands.
"You still did well." Wonwoo kissed the palm of your hand and grinned. "It was super sexy."
You chortled at his comment and pulled your hands away from his face. He grabbed your waist and pulled you into his chest, where he had easier access to kiss your face. Even with your wriggling and whining, you couldn't escape his strong grip on you, and you could absolutely not escape his tickling pecks... a good thing that you didn't really actually mind.
