pre-show make out sessions
characters: wonwoo and reader
summary: what happened behind the post-momol hair style (momol = make out)
notes: i went to the manila show last night and someone on twitter said this is what his hair would look like after making out. hence, this wonwoo brainrot by yours truly. enjoy. i did
~credits to the owner of the pics. i cannot find the one who posted it originally T_T
“two minutes is all i need,” he pleads, voice low so that seungkwan, who’s sitting right beside you in the lounge, doesn’t hear.
you are up front ignoring him, rejecting his request with silence, because it’ll be inappropriate, right? he’s literally 30 minutes away from performing in one of the biggest shows in the tour. the manila crowd is already crazy and you can hear every fucking scream even inside the restrooms in the corners of the basement. wonwoo is not the kind to initiate pda, gosh, not even inside his shared apartment with mingyu when the younger is around. he’s always been private—careful would be a better word to use—and the likeliness of him asking things like making out, let’s see, 28 minutes until he goes live, is zero (or so you thought.)
“baby,” he groans against your shoulder as you keep your attention to your phone. you hum, a warning that somebody might hear (and it’s not like your relationship is a secret, it’s just a wonwoo thing not to do thing like this in risky places), but wonwoo scoots closer, nose touching your neck where he knows you like it the most.
“baby,” he moans this time. and if seungkwan heard it, he doesn’t budge nor say anything.
“fine,” you huff. you know wonwoo is not going to stop groaning until you say yes. you stand, grabbing his hand and he makes a little dance when you pull him inside an unsuspicious and small bathroom.
wonwoo, as soon as the door is locked, pushes you up against the wall, carries you and walks until you’re seated on the sink.
“i like it when you act like you don’t want this,” he says quickly, presses his lips against yours, not giving you time to make a sarcastic remark. the lipgloss they put on his lips is sweet, but his tongue gliding at your lips is fucking delicious.
wonwoo makes sure you feel his tightening crotch agains your jeans, pulling you closer as he slips his tongue inside your mouth. you groan, almost tempted to reach up and play with his hair as he makes out with you. wonwoo knows, because your hands keep going up and down on his neck and and on his chest, and also because he knows even touching his hair while making out turns you on.
“what’s in your head,” you mumble when he gives you some time to breathe, kissing your neck, making sure his tongue laps against your warm skin. “suddenly asking for a make out session when you don’t even hold my hand in front of your members.”
“how do you look so fucking hot in jeans and a crew shirt?” he asks agains your skin
you giggle when he kisses a sensitive spot. “it’s just the manila vibe, i guess.” wonwoo returns to your lips.
he kisses and licks and bites and you try your best not to moan or else you’re dead. and then, wonwoo decides to do the fucking impossible. he carries you once again, hands on your ass, and boner directing pressed against your now very wet crotch. he presses you up against the wall, fucking grinds into you and you don’t know how your hands ended up in his hair but here they are, massaging his scalp and pulling its strands until wonwoo is moaning against your ear.
“the stylist is going to fucking kill you,” he laughs, breathless, when he realizes he needs to be onstage in 15 minutes.
“fuck you,” you retort when he gently puts you down. wonwoo goes ahead and kisses the top of your head.
“later,” he winks. turning towards the mirror, poorly attempting to fix his hair.
“you gotta fix that,” you mumble when the two of your discreetly walk out of the bathroom, just in time for the staff to call the members to get ready. wonwoo smiles slyly, licking his lips that have turned a lot more glossy, a lot more plump, a lot more pink, than how it was after his makeup was done.
the stylist gets a glimpse of wonwoo’s slightly disheveled hair, and with the way she looks at you then him, you know she’s never going to forgive you for messing up his hair minutes away from the show. she rolls her eyes and just nods, letting wonwoo go.
the music has started, and the concert crew starts calling the members one by one starting from seungcheol. wonwoo takes this time to quickly hug you and tell you he’ll see you later.
“wonwoo, your hair,” you remind him.
wonwoo laughs. the crew just called hoshi’s name.
“i heard fans like my post-make out hairdo,” he whispers, licking his lips once again, driving your fucking crazy. “i wish they knew who to thank. not the stylist. you.”
just as he walks away, you decide that jeon fucking wonwoo is so going to get the best blowjob of his life after the show.
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