warnings: sfw section is tender & sweet, nsfw section is 18+ mdni, explicit smut details, age-gap dynamics (he’s older), soft dom joshua, praise, teasing, oral mentions, unprotected sex implied (wrap it irl), aftercare, possessiveness, dirty talk—skip if age-gap isn’t your thing!
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He’s the epitome of a gentleman oppa—always opening doors, pulling out chairs, and offering his jacket with a polite “Here, honey, I don’t want you catching a cold.” His kind eyes crinkle as he drapes it over your shoulders, followed by a soft kiss to your forehead, making you feel cherished and protected.
Teasing with charm is a reoccurring action. He’ll playfully call out your “youthful mistakes” like forgetting an umbrella, saying, “I’ll always remember these things for you—comes with age, baby.” But he always fixes it with a warm smile, handing you one from his bag, his sassy side shining through without ever being mean.
Music dates are his love language—he strums his guitar softly in the living room, singing gentle ballads in English or Korean. “This one’s for you sweetheart,” he says quietly, pulling you to sit beside him. His voice is soothing, and he’ll teach you chords, fingers guiding yours patiently. “You’re a natural, honey—I’m proud.”
Protective but subtle. In crowds, his hand rests lightly on your lower back, steering you gently. “Stay close to me, okay? I’ve got you.” His polite nature shows in how he excuses himself through people, but his grip firms if anyone gets too close, that quiet intensity flashing in his eyes.
He plans thoughtful, faith-inspired outings—like quiet walks in parks where he shares gentle stories from his life. “I learned this the hard way,” he’ll say with a soft laugh, then squeeze your hand. “But with you, everything feels right.” Ends with a picnic he packed himself, complete with your favorites.
Spoils you with handmade gifts all the time. Bracelets he crafts during breaks, each bead chosen with care. “I made this to match mine—see?” He ties it on your wrist, kissing the spot. If you’re upset, he hugs you close, murmuring, “Let’s talk about it, baby. I’m here for you.”
Playful sass turns sweet all the time. He’ll tease about your energy, “You move so fast—slow down for me!” Then joins your dance challenge, moving gracefully but adding funny twists to make you laugh. Ends with him pulling you into a slow sway, chin on your head. “You win, as always.”
Mornings are warm rituals. He wakes you with coffee and a gentle kiss, sitting on the bed with his messy hair. “Good morning, my love. I made this just for you.” Talks softly about the day, his hand in yours, that kindness he maintains making every moment feel special.
NSFW
He’s a gentle dom with polite intensity—starts with deep, lingering kisses, whispering, “Can i touch you here, sweetheart?” His hands explore slowly, building tension as he undresses you, eyes full of reverence. “So beautiful… all for me.”
Foreplay is tender yet commanding. Pins your hands lightly above your head, kissing down your body with soft bites. “Tell me what feels good,” he murmurs politely, but his tongue teases your nipples until they’re hard, sucking gently while watching your reactions.
Voice play master—low, smooth commands like “Be good for me, sweetheart—spread your legs.” Fingers work you open meticulously, curling with precision. “That’s it… so wet already. I love making you feel this way.”
Size and gap dynamic. Loves how you gasp at his thickness, entering slow and deep. “Feel me filling you? You’re so tight, baby—perfect for me.” His thrusts are controlled, hitting deep spots, his polite facade cracking into growls. “Take it all like a good girl.”
Teasing with kindness. Edges you with his mouth, pulling back to kiss your thighs. “Patience, sweetheart—i want to savor you.” Then dives in, licking slow circles around your clit until you beg, rewarding with fast flicks. “Cry for me… you know I love your sounds.”
Sweet yet dirty mix. “You’re my innocent little angel, but look at you—coming undone on my cock.” He watches tears form, wiping them gently: “Too intense? Tell me—we can pause.” But if you’re ok, he speeds up, praising you. “So strong for me… come again.”
Attentive to the core. Favors eye-contact positions like missionary, holding your gaze. “You’re everything to me,” he whispers mid-thrust, kissing tears away. Checks in always: “Still good, baby? I want you feeling perfect.”
Aftercare gentleman. Cleans you with warm towels, pulls you into his arms. “You were wonderful, sweetheart—rest now.” Cuddles close, singing softly or praying quietly if you like, stroking your hair. “I love you more than words.”
synopsis ➸ wonwoo is sure he has zero chance of survival after his plane crash, until he is saved by you. it is a pure miracle. everything about you is too good to be true. so good, that he almost does not want to leave. but he has to, right?
pairing ➸ pilot!wonwoo x fem!reader
genre ➸ mystery, romance, WW2 setting
word count ➸ 7.5k
warnings ➸ mention of plane crash, injury, minor character death, mentions of torture and death, cultish/superstitious behavior, lying, betrayal, toxic attachment style, unprotected sex, riding, love bites, lowkey cheating but not really, poison, sickness, blood.
A/N: inspired by Heize's Even If MV
I.
Wonwoo does not know how he ended up here.
As far as the eye can see, it is just snow and snow, every inch of the landscape laden with a thick blanket of white and a deadly silence. The sun is dipping behind the horizon now, and if his estimation is not wrong, it will soon be over a day since he has been stuck here.
It is a miracle he has survived so long. Despite his memory being a little fuzzy, he vividly remembers his fighter plane going down and him dangling from a tree with his parachute. He spent the night that way and then woke up with a sharp pain in his shoulder. After some struggle, he had managed to get down, and since then, he has been on his feet all day, aimlessly trudging through the forest with a shoulder that is dislocated for sure, and the grating cold gradually seeping into his bones.
With nothing but his compass to keep him company, the man continues walking south, his boots leaving a lonely footprint in the snow as the sun silently disappears from the sky.
Wonwoo knows there is no escape. This is the densest forest in the land and once you are lost here, you are gone for good. Still, he continues walking, putting all his faith in his faint memory. He believes he saw some cabins in the south while he was flying the plane yesterday, old abandoned ones, which, according to the local legends, once housed a great tribe of men who guarded this forest.
Wonwoo does not want to die in this frigid snow, with nothingness miles upon miles. If he has to go, he wants it to be a decent death, with a roof over his head and a floor underneath him, where he can lie and close his eyes for peace.
As the last rays of light vanish from the sky, Wonwoo feels his legs weaken, and he knows this is it. Soon, it will be too dark to see a couple of feet in front of him, and he will slump over and into the cold embrace of this deathly white for his eternal rest.
Fatigued and almost unconscious, his walking slows down but at the very last moment, he spots a ray of light, warm and yellow, nestled a hundred meters or so ahead of him. With a sudden burst of adrenaline, his legs carry him forward, his heart beating the quickest in the past 24 hours. With all his might, he prays it is not a hallucination and as the cabin comes into full view, he is sure it isn’t.
A lamp dangles on the front porch, alongside an ethereal light emanating from inside the house. He crosses the stairs with a faint, melodic humming in his ears, as if a fairy is singing nearby.
Much to his surprise and delight, he finds the front door unlocked, the wooden block widening with an angry creak.
“Hello?” He calls out, his voice scratchy and sore as he steps into the house. The first thing he feels is warmth. A warmth so profound, he is sure he has never felt this way before. His senses start to become dull, an acute need for sleep clawing at him.
“Hello?” He calls again, voice clearer this time. He does not know who he is expecting. He just wants some company before death takes him. He grabs onto a nearby table to stop himself from falling and that is when he hears the footsteps.
Soft but steady.
In a second, he is graced with your vision. You step into view from the bend of the corridor, dressed in the palest of white. You eyes appear the most alive and yet almost lifeless at the same time, snatching his breath. Against your dark, long hair, your features stand out strikingly, and Wonwoo is sure he is imagining things. It is not possible for any human to look like this.
He watches you step closer and closer, almost floating over the wooden floors, and just as Wonwoo opens his mouth to say something, he finds the world tilting.
Within half a second, he is lying on his side and black spots surround his vision, leaving only you in his vision, until finally, that is gone too.
II.
Wonwoo’s eyelids flutter open and it takes a few seconds for his vision to gain clarity.
He is horizontal, tucked into a bed that is quite possibly the softest bed he has ever lain down. Above him is the wooden ceiling of the cabin, and he takes a few quiet moments to observe the pattern of the wood. Then he hears birds chirping. He cranes his neck on the left, towards a small window through which soft light pours in.
It looks like dawn.
Wait, what? How long has he been asleep?
He sits upright in a flash and immediately, a sharp sting echoes through his shoulder and down his arm. Upon further inspection, he finds himself topless, with a bandage around his injured shoulder and his arm in a cast.
Fueled by curiosity, he manages to get out of bed and step into the hallway. Soon enough, he spots you, sitting in what appears to be a dining room, with a book open in front of you. You are a vision of beauty, still dressed in white, somehow appearing even more angelic with the fireplace roaring behind you.
He did not imagine you last night. You are actually real.
“Good morning.” Your soft, sweet voice snaps Wonwoo out of his reverie, and he finds you looking at him with bright, curious eyes and a small smile on your lips.
He opens his mouth to speak, but only air comes out. Flustered, he clears his throat and tries again. “Good morning.”
The smile on your face seems to grow bigger. “Have a seat. I will get you something warm to drink.”
You get up from the table and busy yourself in the small kitchen. Feeling out of place, Wonwoo trudges to the dining table and sits down, tapping his feet anxiously as he takes a look around the place. A minute later, you set down a steaming mug in front of him with a smile. “Drink this. I picked the leaves just a while ago. It will help you recover.”
With a murmur of thanks, Wonwoo pulls the mug towards him with his free hand.
You sit down in front of him. “How is your shoulder. It looked pretty bad. I applied some medicine and then wrapped you up. You should feel better soon.”
Wonwoo swallows, “I…thank you, really. You have been extremely kind. You saved my life.”
The faint smile never leaves your lips. “You are welcome. What were you doing in the woods anyway?”
“Plane crash.” He replies, taking a sip of the tea. It tastes healthy.
“I assumed so. Saw your uniform and badge. I washed your shirt, if you are wondering. It is drying over there. It has some holes, but I will sew them up for you.”
“Thank you.” The words start to grow insufficient. Truly, how could he ever repay you for saving his life?
You smile. “Drink up while it is hot. I have put some porridge on the stove. You can have that for breakfast.”
“Are you a nurse?” Wonwoo finds himself asking. You look at him like he has said the funniest joke ever, tilting your face one way and gauging him with bright, shining eyes. “No.”
“Oh.” He pauses. “Well, you are very good at nursing, so thank you.”
“Is that all you can say?”
Wonwoo flushes. “No…I… am sorry.”
Your brows knot into a soft frown. “Why?”
“I don’t know…for the intrusion, maybe. You have a lovely home, by the way. Where is your family? I would love to meet them.”
For the first time, there is no smile on your lips. “Gone.”
Shit. “Right…sorry. I wasn’t aware,” Wonwoo lowers his gaze and busies himself by taking another sip of the tea.
“It’s okay.”
He makes another attempt at conversation. “So…you live alone here, in the middle of the woods? Pardon me if I sound rude, but it must be scary.”
There is that look again on your face. The mysterious smile creeps back in as you continue looking at him like there’s a big joke that only he is unaware of.
“Why?” You ask, voice curious.
“Bears. Wolves. Strange men like me.”
You giggle. “You are not strange.”
With each passing second, Wonwoo finds you more and more odd. At the same time, he is equally enamoured by your presence. “How do you know that?”
“I just do.”
Wonwoo smiles and shakes his head before drinking his tea. You regard him quietly for a few moments before standing up. “I will warm up some water for you. The bathroom is down the corridor on the right.”
III.
After breakfast, Wonwoo lies back down. His entire body is sore and he feels incredibly drowsy. It is weird how relaxed and comfortable he feels at a stranger's house in the middle of the woods. It feels like he has years of sleep to catch up on, and right now, he cannot think of anything else.
The war, his comrades, or his way back home—nothing feels important enough for him to ponder upon.
So, he closes his eyes and lets the blissful sleep take over.
When he is awake, it is night.
Wonwoo finds you in the kitchen again, humming a tune as you stir something in a large pot. You are dressed in another beautiful white dress, the edges long and trailing after you as you shift from foot to foot. Your ebony hair is splayed out over your back, shielding your face and for a moment, Wonwoo thinks this is all a dream.
An elaborate, hyperralistic dream.
You. This warm and cozy cabin. The smell of soup wafting through the air. His being alive.
It all feels too good to be true.
Wonwoo has never been one to believe in miracles, but right now, he knows he is experiencing one firsthand. There is this overwhelming sense of gratitude within him, and he does not know what to do with it.
Shit.
He does not even know your name.
Wonwoo opens his mouth, but you beat him to it. “Did you sleep well?” You ask without looking, as if you sensed him.
‘Uhm…yeah, it was great actually.”
“I’m glad.” You continue without turning back. “I have patched up your shirt. It is over there on the bench. It gets cold at night, so sit by the fire. I will feed it soon.”
“I can do that,” Wonwoo says, reaching for his shirt, only to realize he cannot put it on by himself. Not wanting to disturb you, he takes it upon himself to feed the fire, dumping one firewood after another until the flames grow bright and fierce.
“You should not strain yourself.” You speak, setting down the pot on the table.
“No, it is fine. I am sorry, I have been sleeping all day.” Wonwoo murmurs. “I should have helped you around the house.”
“You are so silly. You need to rest properly. You are hurt.” Stepping closer to him, you pick up his shirt. “Here, let me help you.”
You put the sleeve through his uninjured arm and let the other side hang loose. Your fingertips brush against his skin, raking shivers down his spine. Your skin is ice cold.
“How is the pain?” You ask, a soft hand on his injured shoulder and your bright eyes settled on him. In the dark, they shine, almost like a feline’s eyes and for a moment, Wonwoo struggles to find words.
“Good. I feel a lot better compared to this morning.”
“That’s good to hear.” You smile. “Now let’s get some food in you, shall we?”
IV.
After dinner, Wonwoo quietly sits by the fireplace, listening to the crackles of the wood.
He hears the clatter of the dishes in the kitchen and a soft tune you keep humming as you clean the space.
You did not eat anything for dinner. You said you had a late lunch but Wonwoo suspects something else. Is there not enough food in the house? Maybe you are not eating so that he can have more. The idea is strange because he has seen your pantry full but then again, this is the height of winter, in the middle of the forest. There is bound to be a shortage of food. Wonwoo briefly wonders where you buy your necessities from. The nearest town should be miles away from here. How do you manage to be by yourself all the time? Do you ever leave? If so, where do you go?
“Are you feeling sleepy?” Your melodious voice cuts off his chain of thoughts.
“Not really.”
“Hm,” you ponder. “I am afraid there is not much to do here.”
“It’s okay. I’ll sit here for a while.” Wonwoo assures.
You stare at him for a few seconds. “Do you want to look at the night sky? It is absolutely beautiful.”
Wonwoo blinks, slightly unsure.
“Come on,” you hurry closer and extend your hand. Wonwoo reaches for it, his warm palm meeting your ice-cold one. Wonwoo cannot help commenting, “Your hands are freezing. Are you coming down with a cold?”
You lead him towards your bedroom, “They are always cold, don’t worry. Come on in.”
Wonwoo is led into your bedroom—neat and spacious. It is minimally decorated, with a large bed, a dresser and a reading table in front of a huge window, in front of which you come to a stop.
“You can see the stars from here. Have a look.”
Letting go of your hand, he steps closer to the window and gazes out, mesmerized by the beauty of the hauntingly dark skies and the endless dusting of stars, small but glittering. Wonwoo cannot remember the last time he saw such a sky, even though he has spent most of his hours up there.
“Magical, no?” You ask, throwing some wood into the fire pit. Soon, it lights up, casting you in a warm glow.
Wonwoo is transfixed for a moment. “Yes.”
Walking over to your table, you drag the chair closer to the window. “Have a seat.”
“Oh no, I don’t want to intrude. You should probably get some sleep.”
“I will, don’t worry.” You smile, sitting down on your bed. The light from the fire does not quite reach this side of the room, so in the half-dark room, you appear almost ghostly, just a blob of white and your fierce eyes that seem to never stop glowing. “You can stay as long as you like. I would not mind the company.” You add, voice as sweet as ever.
“I imagine you would get quite lonely out here.” Wonwoo murmurs, looking back at the sky.
“I like being alone,” comes your quiet reply.
Wonwoo does not know what to respond to that. He keeps gazing at the stars in silence until a wolf howls, the cry echoing through the air. Wonwoo tries to make a joke. “I guess you are never truly alone. They keep you company.”
He can hear the smile in your voice. “Oh yes, they do. They get particularly rowdy at night.”
Wonwoo hums. The conversation dies down and a comfortable silence settles in the room, except for the occasional howls. Wonwoo’s body gradually grows lethargic, his eyes falling closed slowly. Soon, he is asleep, unlike you.
A long time after he has wandered into dreamland, you keep watching him in silence, your eyes memorizing every detail of his face. Later, when the light returns to the sky in muted blues for a new day, you get up to put a blanket on him before lying down in your bed.
V.
Over the next couple of days, a routine forms between Wonwoo and you. Not only does he start to feel good enough to help around the house, but all his other minor injuries finish healing nicely. He feels strangely comfortable falling into a domestic routine with you—cooking, cleaning, eating, talking, sitting by the fire in silence. He goes out for walks around the cabin, of course, with you keeping him company. Your arms naturally link with his, two pairs of feet walking in sync on the snow. Everything feels oddly familiar, making Wonwoo wish he could be here forever. The outside world, the war and everything else truly feel foreign and distant—like that life existed decades ago.
On his fifth day, as Wonwoo finishes placing the dishes back inside the cupboard, you emerge from a locked room at the very end of the hallway with a jacket in your hand. A man’s jacket, it looks like. Holding it up, you say, “You have been in that shirt for a while now. I think this will fit you. I forgot I had this.”
Wonwoo pauses, looking at the jacket. It looks fairly old. “Uh…where did you get this from? What is in that locked room anyway?” He voices his thoughts.
Your face remains impassive as you glance back at the hallway. “Ah, that is my storeroom. It is very crowded and dusty, so I keep it locked. I have been meaning to clean for a while now. But you should try this on.” You extend it towards him.
Wonwoo took off his cast yesterday and after a careful examination, you deemed that he was well enough to no longer need it. Although there is a cramp on his shoulder, you told him not to use or strain his arm actively and he would be healed soon. Wonwoo has been feeling really good, so he had no reason not to trust your judgment.
Wonwoo extends his hand, taking the jacket from you. It is made of wool, soft and slightly wrinkled.
Was it your lover’s?
“Let me help you.” You step behind him, helping him put the jacket on, carefully slipping it through his injured arm. “It fits you nicely!” You smile.
Wonwoo hums, distracted. “Was this your…father’s?”
The light seems to disappear from your eyes. For a few long breaths, you look at him in silence, your eyes emptier than the woods outside. “It was a stranger’s.” You reply. “He is dead. He was dead when I took this off of him.”
What? Wonwoo’s breath catches in his throat and he involuntarily steps back.
“It is a sad story.” You murmur, your glowing eyes set on him intently. “Do you want to hear it?”
Wonwoo hesitates for a second, his throat closing up. “I do.”
With a soft nod, you sit down on a chair. “It was many years ago. In winter. I found a family lost in the woods. Like you.”
Wonwoo holds his breath.
“I was out for a walk. I found a man and a woman lying in the snow and a small child with them. I think they were robbed. The parents were dead but the child was alive. Well…barely. He was colder than ice, so I wrapped him up in his father’s jacket and took him home. I nursed him for a week before he died. He was very sick. I buried him underneath that pine tree in the back of the cabin.”
Wonwoo is at a loss for words. Still, he tries. “I am sorry…that must have been hard for you…alone.”
You shrug softly. “Anyway, that is the story. I have always had a habit of collecting things. These woods may be deserted but I do stumble upon a lot of things. I like to collect them and store them in that room.”
Wonwoo appreciates your attempt at lightening the mood. “Have you always been here, alone?” He finds himself asking.
“Not always.”
Wonwoo wants to ask more but does not know how to. The more he talks to you, the more mysterious you appear, like a puzzle that is unsolvable. He wants to ask you a lot of questions but something keeps him at bay, something he cannot name. Is he afraid? Or does he simply not want to intrude?
With a clasp of hands, you stand up. “Okay, tell me something about you. Something that makes you happy. I will make us some tea.”
Wonwoo follows you into the kitchen, leaning against the counter, watching you move around and playing with the question in his mind.
Something that makes him happy. It has been a long time since Wonwoo was happy.
“I am an air force pilot in the middle of a war. There is not much to be happy about.” He brushes off with a tight smile.
“Still, there must be something.” You hum, pulling out two cups from the cabinet.
Wonwoo swallows a lump in his throat as buried memories start flooding his mind. “There was a woman.” He whispers, his gaze distant and unfocused. You freeze, standing in front of the stove like you have stabbed with a knife, but Wonwoo is too preoccupied to pay special notice to that.
“I loved her a lot. We were supposed to get married. But then the war broke and I was suddenly called in and I had to leave. That was two years ago. A few months ago, I got a letter from an old friend who said she had gotten married.”
“I am…sorry.” You offer.
“I don’t believe it, honestly. I won’t until I see it for myself. I know she would wait. She promised me.” Wonwoo finds the words pouring out from the deepest part of his heart, a place where he had locked away these feelings. You remain silent, finishing brewing the tea, your movements mechanical.
Pouring a cup, you set it on the table and smile at him, one that does not quite reach your eyes. “Drink it. I will be in my room. I need to rest for a bit.”
VI.
At night, Wonwoo sits in his room, plagued by the memories of his past. From his lover to the war, everything he had shoved down comes flooding back in like a tsunami. There is a heavy sensation on his chest, like someone has tied a sack of boulders to his heart, digging into him painfully. Perhaps that is what prompts him to finally reach into his pocket and pull out the pendant he has been carrying with him all this time, even after he came to know that his woman got married. He dares to open the heart-shaped locket, the very one that she gave him to find her smiling picture inside. It has been months since he last looked at it and he is unsure how to feel.
Some part of him wishes he could forget everything and stay here forever, away from real life. But he has to go back and he needs to start thinking about it. His shoulder should be back to normal in a couple of days, which means his stay is over. There surely has to be a way back to civilization. You have been living here for a long time, so you would know. You could show him the way, maybe give him a map or something.
As if summoned, the door opens and you peek in, your dark hair falling around you like a veil. “Hey,” comes your soft voice.
“Hey,” Wonwoo replies.
You step into the room and sit down next to him on the bed.
“Are you feeling better now?” He asks, fisting the pendant tightly in his hand. “Yes, thank you.” You smile, eyes shifting. “What is that in your hand?”
Wonwoo pauses, inhaling sharply before opening his fist. Once again, your smile disappears as you take the locket and open it, staring at the picture inside. Then, silently, you hand it back to him. “She is beautiful.”
Wonwoo makes a small sound of acknowledgement.
You don’t say anything, quietly sitting next to him like a ghostly presence while Wonwoo fiddles with the locket. In the distance, wolves howl.
“There is a lot on your mind, no?” You whisper. Wonwoo nods, setting the trinket down and looking at you. The room is dark, save for the moonlight that pours through the window, a section of light falling on your face, making your skin shine like pearls.
“Do you want me to take your mind off everything?” You ask, voice quiet but laced with something foreign.
“How?” Wonwoo finds himself whispering back. The longer he looks into your eyes, the more he feels like he is slipping into a trance, his face automatically inching closer to yours. Then, your lips meet his in a kiss.
Soft, at first. Just a peck, until you cup his cheeks, your cold hands covering his skin that grows warmer by the second. Your tongue finds its way inside his mouth and Wonwoo gives in to the pleasure, pulling you closer with his uninjured hand, eager to have more of you.
Soon, the two of you are one, bodies thrashing against each other, your lips never parting. Wonwoo helps you climb onto the bed and over him, your skirt trailing after you like a blanket of snow, your hair falling around the two of you like a dark curtain.
The air is quiet except for the harsh breathing of the two of you. Wonwoo watches with awe as you straddle him, your lips swollen from the kiss and a hazy look in your eyes. He feels slightly delirious and too aroused to even say something.
Silently, he helps you take off his clothes before reaching out to help you with your buttons. With them undone, your dress comes off smoothly and Wonwoo is blessed with the vision of your naked form, bathed in the moonlight.
Like many times before, words fail him.
Your fingers rest at the waist of his pants. “Are you in pain?”
“No,” Wonwoo murmurs, voice hoarse. “You are just…mesmerizing.”
You flash him a breathtaking smile, your eyes glowing in the dark more vividly than ever. With a swallow, Wonwoo aids you in taking off his pants before resting his back against the headboard, letting you get comfortable on top of him. Reaching out, he snakes an arm around your neck, pulling you in for a kiss, his tongue eagerly making its way back into your mouth. You moan, soft and whiny as your hands play with his cock, your wetness marking his thighs.
Breaking the kiss, you adjust yourself, pumping his hard length a few times, your cold hands feeling oddly nice on his cock. Before Wonwoo can even say a word, you align his member with your pussy and gently sit down, a drawn-out moan coming from your lips.
Fuck.
Wonwoo sees heaven. His head falls back, hands reaching out to grip your waist, no longer caring about his injury. Right now, all he can feel, see and understand is you. Like a man possessed, he pulls you back towards him, ravaging your mouth with kisses while thrusting up into you, only to hear your cries grow louder and breathier.
‘Fuck,” he mutters between kisses, an insane arousal flowing through his veins. He keeps his arms wrapped around you, holding you tight against him. “I will warm you up,” he murmurs, kissing down your neck, his warm lips a contrast to your cold skin. Your sighs and murmurs of pleasure encourage him and he leaves a trail of bites and kisses all over your neck and shoulders, all the while thrusting into you.
He is close. And he can feel from the way your nails dig into his flesh, your body shaking on top of him, that you are too. His mouth finds your breasts, licking and biting your nipples, shudder racking through your body, your head hanging back. A few more thrusts and it is done—Wonwoo is finally tipped over the edge, dragging you with him. For a few moments, it is absolute bliss as he releases inside you, your limbs tangled together, your hearts racing as one.
You lie on top of him, your head pressed against his chest, your lips peppering kisses on his skin as he floats back down to earth, his bones feeling like jelly.
You reach out to touch his injured shoulder and surprisingly, he feels no pain. None at all. Instead, as you rest your hand on his shoulder, your palm against his sweaty skin, he swears he can feel something happening, like you are healing him right down to his bone.
Wonwoo falls asleep with a smile on his face.
VII.
When Wonwoo wakes up the next day, it is noon. The first thing he realizes upon waking is that he feels completely fine. The pain in his shoulder is gone, as if there had been no injury in the first place. Surprised and pleased, he steps out of the bedroom and into the living room, feeling brand new and finds you knitting on the sofa. Warm sunlight pours in through the windows, making you look like an ice princess in your white gown. You showed him your closet once and it seems that white dresses are all you own.
He is not complaining, though, because you are a vision of beauty.
“Hey.” Wonwoo greets.
You look up and smile. “Hi there. Good morning, or I guess, good afternoon.” Setting down the wool, you walk over and step into his arms so easily, as if you have done it a hundred times before. Oddly enough, Wonwoo does not feel any hesitation either to take you in his arms.
“You know, my shoulder is completely healed,” he says, his arms wrapped around your waist.
“Really? I am so happy to hear that.”
“It almost feels like magic.”
You grin, eyes shining with childish glee. “Let me fix you some lunch. You…exerted yourself quite a lot last night.”
Wonwoo smirks. “I did.” With a coy smile, you press a kiss on his lips before heading towards the kitchen. Wonwoo watches you work, sitting down at the dining table and he is reminded of the first time he saw you that night. With your dress, it looks like you are almost floating, moving around so effortlessly and soundlessly, like you weigh nothing.
A grimmer train of thought follows—thoughts of life and reality, to which he must return but for the moment, he decides to push them away. He wants to enjoy this meal with you before the ruthless claws of reality eventually tear up this haven.
As you set down a bowl of porridge in front of him, he says. “Did I tell you how lovely you look in these dresses?”
You sit down in front of him with a smile. “I think you did.”
“You almost look heavenly. You always do, like you are not from this world,” Wonwoo hums, taking a bite. The porridge is warm and rich, the flavours melting on his tongue. Unbeknownst to him, the expression on your face has fallen, your lips setting into a thin line, your eyes slowly growing empty.
Wonwoo continues to enjoy his food for a while before you utter. “You are right.”
“About what?” He takes a sip of water. You pause, eyes dark. “Me not being human.”
Wonwoo chuckles, setting the glass down. Your face, however, does not change. Neither does the look in your eyes—an emptiness he has never seen before taking over. Suddenly, a shiver runs down Wonwoo’s spine and he is forced to set the spoon down.
“You should know now. We have known each other for a while now and after last night, I don’t want to lie to you anymore.”
Wonwoo’s heart starts racing.
“About what?”
“It’s a long story. But I want you to hear it.” You clasp your hands together over the table. It feels as though a rock is lodged in his throat and Wonwoo can’t utter a sound. But you know you have his full attention with the way he sits like a statue, unblinking.
With a soft sigh, you start.
VIII.
“It was a long, long time ago. There was a village right in this forest. It was a small one and cold most of the year, and so everyone relied on each other to get through the harshness of the winter. One particular winter was extremely brutal. Many people died. The village chief and his council took a lot of measures but nothing worked. There was no food, no sun, no life.
After an agonizing month and the winter only getting stronger, the village shaman finally found out what was wrong. The Gods had cursed the people. The brutal winter would go on endlessly unless there was a sacrifice. A pure, young maiden had to be offered to the Gods in hopes of forgiveness. There was one such maiden, the poorest woodcutter’s daughter. She was exactly what the gods wanted and when her family found out, they helped her run away. She went into hiding, moving from one corner of the village to the other, waiting to meet someone.
Her lover was the village chief’s son. She had decided to leave the village for good, and she was determined to take him with her. She met him and he promised her they would escape that night, with all his father’s money. The night came soon after but the boy did not.
Instead came the village chief and his council and all the villagers, who dragged the girl with them into the forest. They had prepared a large ceremony—everyone coming together to make sure the offering did not go wrong. And it didn’t. They chanted their prayers, stripped the girl naked and tied her to a tree. As they were doing that, the girl understood what had happened. Her lover had told everyone where she was hiding. She found him staring from the back of the crowd, his eyes cold and empty, looking at her like she was some sort of monster.
In the end, they all left her like that. She froze to death, her lover’s image the very last thing on her mind.”
You pause.
“That girl? She was me.”
Silence.
A long, stifling silence in which Wonwoo gapes at you, stunned. Then, a small burst of laughter flees from his lips. It is not purely of mirth, an edge of nervousness mixed in the sound. With an amused shake of head, he stands up, “You are a really good storyteller, you know that?”
Your face is pale, your eyes looking as though the light had gone out of them long ago. Even though you are sitting right in front of him, you feel distant, harsh and unfeeling.
“I haven’t gotten to the worst part yet.” You speak. Wonwoo freezes, taking a small step back unconsciously.
“The lover…my lover…was you.”
Wonwoo stares at you. “This isn’t funny anymore,” he whispers, breathless.
“It never was,” you reply, standing up and taking a small step towards him. Wonwoo takes a step back. “You know how crazy you sound right? You are what, a spirit? And I am a reincarnation? That does not make any sense. You are making things up!”
“Right.” You hum, your face a blank canvas. Just when Wonwoo thought he could not be any more surprised, he sees a glow surround your body, an icy tint of blue and white, before you start levitating, floating a couple of feet above the ground. Wonwoo feels like his legs have grown roots, leaving him immobile as he gazes upon you. The sight in front of him is simultaneously the most beautiful and the most haunting thing he has ever seen.
Fuck. What is going on?
“I don’t know what I am, either. A spirit? Witch? Undead? I don’t know. I just knew you would come back one day, right in this forest. I have been waiting for you all my life, Wonwoo.”
It feels like thorns are growing in his throat. It takes Wonwoo a great effort to find his voice as you gently come down on your feet right in front of him. “H-how do you know it was me? I have no memory of anything like that.”
“You look just like him.”
Wonwoo inhales sharply. “But if I were him I should be able to remember, right? It…it just does not make any sense. It could not be me. Fuck—none of this makes any sense!”
You fall silent, your gaze focused on him but distant. Wonwoo tries to gather all his thoughts and make a case for himself. “Fuck, I think I am going insane. This sounds ridiculous. The last few days did not make any sense but still, I will believe you.” He pauses, looking into your eyes, which seem to grow sadder with each second. “I am sorry for what happened to you. I really am. But I am not the one you are looking for. I just…cannot be.” He swallows. “I have to go back. I have to go back home.”
Tears shine in your eyes. “To your lover?”
Wonwoo does not reply. He just needs to get out of here.
Your throat bobs. “No, you are going to stay here with me. This was how it was supposed to be!”
Wonwoo keeps gazing at you, an aching sense of sorriness taking over his heart. “You should come with me. Leave this place behind.”
“I can’t just leave! I am the keeper of this forest.”
“Have you ever tried?”
You remain mute. Wonwoo sighs, “You won’t know if you don’t try. Let us go back together. We can figure something out.” Even as Wonwoo says the words, he understands how ludicrous it sounds. Figure out what? What would he do with you, a literal spirit that does not age? How would he protect you?
You keep staring at him, a deep longing in your eyes. “Can you just not stay? Please stay.” Your voice cracks and so does Wonwoo’s heart.
“I am sorry. You know I have to go back to my life.”
“What can I do to make you stay?” You plead. Wonwoo swallows. “Nothing. I am sorry. I will leave right away.”
“No!” You cry out, clutching onto his hand. “Please just stay tonight! I will show you the way out of the forest tomorrow. You cannot find the way by yourself.”
Wonwoo stops, his eyes set on your pleading face. With a soft nod, he gives in, holding your hand and squeezing it in reassurance. “Okay. Thank you.”
“For what?” You gaze at him with unparalleled longing and devotion. Like he hung the stars and the moon in the sky.
“For everything.”
Wonwoo hates the predicament he is in. How did he end up here? Everything after the plane crash seems like a dream that has slowly morphed into a nightmare. His heart is in shambles, his mind all over the place and an insurmountable grief poisoning his soul. He feels sorry for himself but more sorry for you as he gazes into your bleak, glimmering eyes.
The eyes of a spirit who saved his life.
“I mean it. Thank you.” Wonwoo manages to whisper, voice hoarse.
At night, you join Wonwoo in his bed. Silently, you climb next to him under the covers, your cold body nestled against his. Wonwoo does not have the heart to push you away, so he pulls you closer, warming your frame with his. With your head buried in his chest and his arms wrapped around you, the whole night passes, and Wonwoo stays awake, listening to the sounds of the forest.
IX.
Morning comes quickly.
Wonwoo opens his eyes to find the bed empty. He takes a while to gather himself before freshening up and putting on his clothes.
When he steps out, you are setting the table, dressed in one of your usual white gowns, a fur coat resting on your shoulders. His eyes find yours—distant and sullen. Silently, he shares a look with you, one full of emotions that neither can voice.
He sits down at the table, staring at the plethora of food. Meat, vegetables, broth and whatnot. With heavy tension hanging in the air, he digs in, the food devoid of any taste. You sit in silence in front of him, your face bereft of life.
Halfway into the meal, Wonwoo starts to feel weird. It starts with an itching sensation in his throat that transforms into a lurching feeling in his gut. Drinking water does not solve it. He sets the spoon down with a thud as a fit of cough ensues, bringing along an intense stomachache. Restless, he stands up, trying to catch his breath.
Something feels very off.
“What was in the food?” Wonwoo manages to wheeze before a spurt of blood flies out of his mouth. A sharp pain festers in his stomach before going up and up, burning everything in its way before pouring out in the form of blood. He crouches down, gripping his stomach as he coughs out more blood, the bitter, metallic taste taking over his entire mouth. He pants, craning his head up to look at you.
You sit still in your place, eyes brimming with tears. “I am sorry.” You whisper.
Wonwoo’s body gives out and soon, he is on his knees, his vision dotted with black spots. “Fuck,” he breathes. “Did you poison me?”
“I did not!” You cry, standing up and rushing to him. You sit on your knees, a soft, cold hand reaching out to cup his cheek, directing his face towards yours. “I did not poison you. I just…made you sick.”
Wonwoo groans, another fit of cough fighting its way out of him. He slumps over you, his head resting on your chest, the blood from his mouth staining your dress. “I am sorry. I am so sorry, Wonwoo.” You whisper again, your cold fingers stroking his cheek. “I am sorry for causing you pain. I promise it will be over soon.”
A tear lands on Wonwoo’s face as he gazes at your face, his vision slowly fading.
Fuck. It is painful to breathe.
“Why?” He whispers.
“I can’t let you go, love. I have waited so long for you. I cannot let you go. I am sorry. You can never leave me.”
Somewhere inside him, Wonwoo finds compassion. He understands your desperation but at the same time, he hates you for doing this to him. He does not get to voice it, though, because he slips into an endless abyss of darkness.
X.
Wonwoo’s eyes flutter open slowly. The bleak wooden ceiling greets him first. He stares at it, unblinking for a long time. It feels like he has been asleep for years, his limbs unresponsive, his mind foggy. He lies motionless for another minute until he starts to remember.
You. Food. Him. Coughing up blood.
With a sharp inhale, his lungs are filled with air, and it is enough to inject life back into his body. He sits up, breathing harshly and then realizes you have been sitting by his bed.
“You are awake!” Your eyes sparkle, your hands reaching out to grab his, as cold as ever.
Wonwoo freezes, watching your hands wrapped around his.
“How are you feeling? Are you in any pain?” A cold hand presses against his forehead. Wonwoo remains mute. His throat feels like the Sahara and more importantly, he cannot bring himself to say anything. Because what is there to say?
The only thing he can fathom right now is fatigue. He has already accepted everything that has happened. He just wants some peace now.
Your pleading eyes never leave his face. “Please, talk to me? Are you mad? I understand if you are but please—”
Wonwoo cuts you off with a finger to your lips. With a resolved sigh, he opens his arms, indicating you to come in. After a second of shock and confusion, you wrap your arms around him, your face in his chest, hands on his back. “I am sorry,” you continue whispering.
His arms remain wrapped around you tightly like a blanket—one that can never warm you enough, for you will always be cold. Still, he feels warmth in his arms, the way you melt in them and the way your tears stain his chest.
The woods are his home now.
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A/N 2: Thank you for reading till the end! Tried a different genre for a change. The moment I saw the MV, I knew I had to write something like that, lol. I'd love to hear your thoughts about this, so please leave a comment. My asks are always open as well so do drop by! <33
he’s so father, he’s so dad, he’s so daddy (father figure) and cause i’m malay, he’s so ayah, bapak, abah and papa.
UGHHHHH CHOI SEUNGCHEOL HOW ARE REAL 😭😭 my safe space would be in the crook of his neck and my arms around his torso as i knocked out from a midday nap
tell him how you love his cock, how big he is, how it hits so deep inside you. tell him “right there,” and “keep going,” and to do it “just like that.”
stroke his possessive side too. tell him no one else can fuck you like he can, no one else can stretch you out so good, no one else can make you cum like he does. tell him that your pussy is made for him only.
be loud for him. god, he loves hearing you moan. say his name, beg for more, sob, whimper, gasp for him. don’t be shy about it. it’ll only be a matter of time before you butter him up enough to make him cum.
jeonghan —; beg
everyone knows yoon jeonghan likes having people at his mercy. he gets a little unhinged when he has power over someone—so imagine what he gets like when you’re writhing on his cock, gasping his name so sweetly, your eyes glimmering with tears as he fucks you hard.
“what is it, pretty?” he asks, and like the devil he is, he slows the movement of hips, pulling out of you until his tip barely kisses your also weeping hole. it’s torture for him too, to leave the hot, tight haven that is your cunt, but to him it’s worthwhile.
“wanna cum, hannie,” you whimper.
“hm… i don’t know if i should let you yet,” he says, dipping back inside just an inch. years of him being yours means you don’t miss the tiny strain in his voice that betrays his perfectly collected demeanour.
“please, hannie, please, please, please, let me cum. i’ve been so good,” you sob, squeezing your thighs where they rest on his hips.
you watch as a switch flips in his eyes within a millisecond. a grin lights up his face and he shudders, and he’s sliding back inside you, fucking in and out of you harder and faster than before. safe to say it doesn’t take long for either of you to cum after that.
joshua —; make eye contact
his pretty doe eyes make staring into them your favourite thing in the world, and if you asked him his favourite pastime, he’d tell you that it was gazing into your irises.
it’s also his biggest weakness. from the way you’ve got your mouth wrapped around his dick, throat gagging even though you’re only halfway down it, joshua feels his sanity slipping away. his fingers curl into the bedsheets below as he watches you work him, revels in the warmth of your tongue sliding up and down his shaft.
when your eyes flick up to meet his he doesn’t stand a chance. not with how glimmering they are, brimming softly with tears, yet swimming with adoration. with worship.
heat washes over his whole body, he’s gasping, and the salty warmth of his release pools on your tongue.
jun —; put his fingers in your mouth
when junhui gets inside you he has a one-track mind. he becomes rapt with pleasure, drunk from the warm squeeze of your pussy around him, focused on nothing but the sensation of you, the sight of you under him, the sound of you in his ears.
the effect you have on him is dangerous, because you’re equally obsessed with him as he is with you, and you’re not afraid to show him.
and you love his hands, he knows you do—knows how you love his slender fingers and their soft touches all over you, inside you. your brain is cloudy, fogged by lust when you take him by his wrist and bring his fingers to your mouth. your eyes sparkle as your lips wrap around his index finger, your soft tongue swirling around it.
jun’s mouth parts with awe, his eyes growing round. a second later, he stills inside you with a gasp of your name, like he’s praying to you, all the while you’re sucking on his finger like a devil.
hoshi —; scratch him
he’s a little bit of a freak, and a masochist too.
when he’s got you folded in half, hitting all the right spots inside you, you cling to him in every way you can—fingers grabbing at his biceps, his shoulders. one particular stroke of his hips has you squealing.
your nails sink into his skin, crying out his name as you rake them down the toned planes of his back. the second you do, soonyoung is grunting, hips stilling, cock twitching as a sticky warmth suddenly floods your cervix.
the worst part about it is how he always has the stupidest, most shit-eating smug grin on his face when he examines your damage in the bathroom after, and you know that if he could, he would post the selfies he takes in the mirror all over instagram. what’s even worse though? seeing your marks makes him hard again.
wonwoo —; cry
you’re such a sensitive little thing and wonwoo adores you. one orgasm on his fingers and you’re already overstimulated—“but baby, i haven’t even put my cock in you yet,” he’ll coo.
like it’s your fault you have a boyfriend with skilled fingers and a skilled tongue and who knows you inside and out like the back of his hand, who knows where to touch you and how hard and what pace makes you writhe the most.
by the time he does get inside you, you’re gasping and whining and clawing at him, tears springing to your eyes because he’s so big and so deep, but the stretch is so addictive that it’s dizzying. his voice is low and husky as he mutters to you a mixture of teases and praise, calls you his pretty girl and then laughs at sensitive you are, pretends he’s not on the verge of coming from the sound of your choked gasps.
your belly starts to pulse with that familiar heat and by then you’re keening for him, whimpering a mixture of his name and endless pleas as it starts to become too much. your sobs go straight to his cock, and it’s only a matter of time before he reaches his climax, and his gasps of pleasure harmonise with your own cries.
woozi —; pull his hair
he’s been growing his hair out. after all your begging, he finally listened. in a way, though, it’s backfired a little on you, because the longer it gets the more insane you become. and the thing is you never expected him to let it get to his shoulders—and still he doesn’t plan on cutting it. well, good. you would kill him if he did.
when his face is between your legs you’re nothing short of a feral animal—your hips bucking wild against his mouth, your legs trembling on his shoulders, your fingers, of course, grabbing fistfuls of his hair. he makes you whine when he pulls away from your needy, sticky cunt to tsk at you, tells you to cut it out and keep your hands to yourself. (it’s because he’s about to cream his pants).
when he bends you in half beneath him, ruts into you hard and fast and relentless, you need leverage. your hands land on the back of his neck, fingertips grazing at his roots, then one slam of his hips into yours has his cock bumping against the most sensitive spot inside you and your grasping at his hair and crying his name so desperately. no longer can he hold back, strained groans slipping past his lips as he lets go inside you.
dokyeom —; hold his hand
a sentimental sweetheart, seokmin is an utter romantic who thinks that being inside of you, whether in your mouth or your pussy, is intimacy in its purest form. now imagine showing him just how much more intimate things can get.
he’s losing his mind at the feeling of your tongue swirling around the head of his cock, the way you swallow his length down making him see stars. he can’t bare to look at you—he needs to focus on taking deep breaths so that he doesn’t cum straight down your throat. then he feels you grabbing at one of his hands, lacing your fingers together, and no amount of deep breathing can stop him from releasing.
and when he fucks you it’s no different—it’s him in near tears, whimpering your name between incoherent words over and over, and as soon as you take his hand in yours and your fingers wrap around his, there’s nothing else he can do but succumb to his own pleasure.
mingyu —; take control
he’s big and strong; strong enough to put you into whatever position he wants, to make you cum at his command, to do just as he pleases with you.
but that’s exactly why he likes it when you slap him around a little.
you can’t exactly bend him into doggy or use your weight to keep him pinned to the mattress, but you can sit yourself pretty on his cock and ride him teasingly slow. you can tell him he’s not allowed to touch you or you’ll stop moving. you can tell him to kiss you, to go slower, to go harder.
you can sit up and put a hand around his throat, still your hips, and tell him he can fuck you himself if he wants to cum. and he’ll do just that—and as soon as you utter the words, he’s gone, whining out curses as he fills you up in white, warm spurts.
minghao —; whisper in his ear
minghao often tells you how he adores your voice. when you talk to him he’s entranced, and he’s always been more of a listener than a talker, and it’s perfect because you always have so much to say, and minghao will listen to every last word of yours.
your voice—minghao’s kryptonite, his achilles’ heel, his undoing and, oh, the way you moan for him when he’s got you on his cock is enough to make his heart stop beating. the perverted part of him wishes he could record you, hide the file away on his phone and listen to you when he’s overseas and he can’t call you. maybe he’ll ask you about that, if he can find the courage.
the final blow is when you’re getting close. you lean in, right next to his ear, so close that your breath sends shivers along his skin. “please, hao, i’m so close,” you whisper, yet you still sound so desperate and depraved. “you are too, right? cum for me, please. i’ll cum for you too.”
so he does just that—minghao gives in and lets his orgasm wash over him, fingertips drawing circles on your clit until mere moments later he hears the sound of your own cresting pleasure and he feels himself getting hard again.
seungkwan —; wrap your legs around him
it’s a fact that seungkwan loves to be close to you. if he could, he would crawl inside of your skin and live in your heart. but since he can’t, constant physical touch is the next best thing.
he likes to think he has relatively good self-control…most of the time. like when he’s buried to the hilt inside you, he’s incredible at keeping in rhythm, fucking into you at the most perfect pace for both you and him, hitting the spot that makes your back arch off the bed.
somehow he never sees it coming—when your arms are snaked around his neck and you’re holding onto him for dear life as he takes you to heaven, and your legs wrap around his waist so that you can pull him in impossibly deep. then you bring his face to yours, and you have the most irresistible little pout on your face when you make your request. “cum inside me, seungkwannie?”
and it’s not like he has much choice with the way you’ve trapped him inside of you, but that’s the very reason why the next second he’s pumping you full, because when it’s you, how is he supposed to have any self-control?
vernon —; touch yourself
it’s not like vernon can last long in general. he thinks you’re the hottest thing alive and he’s so enamoured with you that it’s too much for him sometimes, but you best believe he’ll put his all into holding out just for you.
there are times, however, where he’s just a man. and what’s a man to do when he has a goddess riding his dick? when your tits look so pretty, bouncing in his face, when you have that fucked out look in your eyes, when you feel like heaven and hell all at once?
and what the fuck is a man to do when your hand drifts down between your legs, to your aching clit, and your fingers start to rub it in circles, or when your other hand grasps one of your tits and tugs at one of your own nipples? and your sweet pussy clenches around him so tight when you do, clamps down on him in an hot, wet embrace, so what else can he do but cum?
dino —; say ‘i love you’
another sweet, sentimental boy. lee chan is head over heels for you, enamoured, obsessed, smitten, infatuated with you… the list of things he is around you is endless.
it shows in the way he fucks you—always takes his time with you, never rushes taking you apart. every touch of his is intentional, meant to set you both ablaze. when he eats you out to prep you for his cock, he has to try not to cum in his pants from how pretty you are.
where he really doesn’t stand a chance however is when he’s bottomed out inside you, as close as he can possibly be with you—so close you’re practically one. the sweetest sounds fall from your lips, spurring on his expert thrusts.
his forehead is plastered to yours, the pair of you revelling in one another’s sweat and gasps for air. “i love you,” you confess gently, and chan falls over the edge of pleasure not a moment later.
After learning that Joshua enjoys getting choked...jdjdjdjnsjdjdhd
How about reader choking Joshua while riding him and vice versa maybe? *It's your wish*
I love your stories btw <3 please don't explode and take care 🎀
You're straddling Joshua, the tension between you crackling like static in the dimly lit room. His hands grip at your thighs as your movements grow more deliberate and teasing. The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts a soft golden light over his flushed cheeks and parted lips.
"You're driving me crazy," he murmurs, his voice low and breathy.
Leaning in, you trail your fingers up his chest, letting your hand gently encircle his throat. It wasn't tight, but it was just enough for him to feel your presence and your control. His breath catches, eyes darkening with a mix of surprise and desire. He nods, barely perceptible, giving silent permission.
You hold his gaze, rocking your hips with more confidence now. The way he responds, his hands gripping your hips tightly, his body arching slightly beneath you, tells you everything you need to know. He's fully in it, and fully in you.
In that moment, it’s not just about the heat; it's about trust, tension, and the way you're both exploring something deeper, together.
Your hips grind down against him with deliberate rhythm, the tension between your bodies pulling tighter with every motion. Joshua lies beneath you, his hands gripping your thighs like he’s trying to ground himself, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.
His gaze is locked on yours, eyes dark, emotions of desperation and hunger swirling within them.
"You like this?" you murmur, leaning closer to him, your lips brushing delicately over his jaw as your fingers trail up his broad chest, slow and deliberate.
He nods, barely able to speak. “So much.”
Your hand slides gently around his throat again, your thumb resting just beneath his jawline. It wasn't enough to hurt him, just enough to remind him who’s in control. His breath catches again, his hands tightening on your hips and pulling you down harder against him.
“Good boy,” you whisper against his ear, and the way he moans in response goes straight to your core.
The pressure of your hand stays firm but careful, balanced between dominance and care. His eyes flutter shut for a moment, overwhelmed, and then open again, they're glassy and full of need. Every roll of your hips, every brush of your skin, pulls another gasp from his lips.
You can feel the way he's unravelling under you, his body trembling and his eyes begging, so completely undone. And you love it. You love watching him fall apart like this, knowing it’s because of you.
sex persona – card pulled: the magician; that's the card number one, seungcheol is someone who knows what he's capable of. he knows what he likes and what has to be done. he's good and intuitive. also so eager to discover what you like and how to make you feel good. a magician always have a trick up on their sleeves, he's good with hands and might like to use tools. keywords: knowledge, flourishing, active.
sex patner he seeks – card pulled: knight of swords; a fire card, someone who takes action, can be quite impulsive, but they don't only act on their desires, but someone who knows what they like and take action on it. very impatient and aggressive, not physically but in a way that they need it fast, a bit desesparate (ofc, seungcheol likes that, he's a leo, you HAVE to crave him). i see a lot of fast motions, like grinding and penetrative sex, out of breath and moans... omg they are so horny. keywords: energetic, aggressive, impulsive.
jeonghan
sex persona – card pulled: death; he's someone who takes sex as a desire, he doesn't need to have big ties on it or on the person. he's probably someone with a lot of hookups. as we already know, he's kinky and likes to try new things, he can be a little freaky and likes it when the sex has a bit of risk, i can see semi public sex and not public only because he's an idol. definitely, gets to use toys and accessories. he's not necessarily into bdsm, i don't see aggressive energy, but he's into different kinks. keywords: new, intense, refreshing.
sex patner he seeks – card pulled: knight of swords; same as cheol, someone impulsive and impatient, a freak just like him. if he finds someone like this, i swear the sex would be mind-blowing and never boring, it always feels new and intense like the first time. knight of swords is a card about taking action on something new, so they are also someone who is open to try new things as long as it takes where they want, and they know what they want. sweaty sex and very messy. keywords: attitude, risky, impatient.
joshua
sex persona – card pulled: temperance reversed; i feel a little uncomfortable... maybe that's not a good topic for joshua, i don't know if he had bad experiences. i took more cards because i was intrigued by the temperance reversed pull, it conveys stagnation and disharmony. the two other cards that flew from the deck was the tower and the hierophant, maybe he's someone who gives a lot, definitely submissive, that he might feel empty after sex (please, be gentle with him on aftercare). i feel the need to say this, maybe he needs to create a new meaning and relation with sex, so it can be joyful to him. the hierophant is a communicator, he has to speak, have conversation so he can work it out. keywords: submissive, communication, introspective.
sex partner he seeks – card pulled: the world; that makes so much sense, he wants someone mature and that guide him to enlightenment, who help him close this cicle to start a new one. someone conscious who he can learn from. a feminine energy that knows themself and will guide that communication he needs. this also came to mind, maybe the partners he had before were submissive and he saw himself in the position of doming, that's not comfortable or what he might want, maybe he's afraid of telling his partner that. so he sees the image of someone who is confident and can take over. keywords: confident, mature, sexy.
junhui
sex persona – card pulled: the world reverse; jun might not have so much experience or is someone who likes to stick to what he likes. maybe it's a bit resistant to try new things, probably likes the average. what came to me is that he might not give much importance to sex, it is something that gives him pleasure, but it's not a big thing to him. honestly, nonchalant vibes. keywords: immature, simple, pleasure.
sex partner he seeks – card pulled: the empress; feminine energy that gives welcoming and frutifiction. dovoted to his partner, she does what he wants. she's receptive but still holds power of seduction. i see a perfect pillow princess for this reading specifically. very sensual and feminine. keywords: devoted, switch, powerful.
soonyoung
sex persona – card pulled: the world; it's the last major arcane and symbolizes a winning and the end of a cicle. he knows a lot and is open to anything (he can pull off). he might like to flirt and feel like he has to win that someone before they actually get to the act, he needs to feel deserving of it. he might like strip tease and a bit of exhibitionism. there's a naked lady in the middle of the card, it's almost an afrodiasiac figure. it's crazy but this card also suggests dancing or lap dance, so he might be into that too (very reasonable so). keywords: mature, conscious, dense.
sex partner he seeks – card pulled: the chariot; dominance, this card is for someone dominant. someone who is confident and very conscious of themselves, moved by their wants and needs, and they act on it. very intense and carnal sex. this card also suggests trips and sex in the car. as i said before, i can see very afrodiasiac scenary, in somewhere tropical, i also see tropical fruits and ocean/beach view. that someone likes to try new things and change positions often during sex. keywords: volatile, dominant, confident.
wonwoo
sex persona – card pulled: the sun reversed; i can see a very dominant and dark energy, he's a proper dom. he might be into a little bit of spanking and has this cold aura (or even language) during sex. even though he has this aggressive energy, he also likes the average, sex in a big bed, from behind, spooning, or missionary with a submisse feminine figure. keywords: cold, direct, aggressive.
sex partner he seeks – card pulled: the empress; i can see workship. a submissive fem figure that also holds a lot of power, she's sensual and seductive. like jun's, a perfect pillow princess, devoted and receptive of her partner dominance. keywords: welcoming, feminine, frutification.
jihoon
sex persona – card pulled: the high priestess; oh my, im actually not even a bit surprised. the high priestess is a card with feminine energy, it's almost a cold energy but she holds a lot of power. she can delimited which emotions she wants to express and convey and the ones she doesn't. it holds a lot of control and reserve. the sex might feel melancholic and i could say also slow. what comes to mind is that woozi is a higher figure and you have to serve/give/prey him. him, on the other hand, needs to feel he has some kind of control and power, but it's also very intuitive with his actions. he's a bit shy too, that's why you should boost his confidence. keywords: intense, intuitive, sentimental.
sex partner he seeks – card pulled: strength; understanding and dominant. it can have physical strength and a lot of teasing, like pushing and pulling until he begs. jihoon is definitely a sub and likes a lot to be domed, you don't have to be aggressive, just put him on his place, and he will workship you. even though, you could be aggressive with it, he might like even more. this someone is very clever and witty, and has a great ability to read the signs and knows what to do to give pleasure. keywords: dominant, calm, intelligent.
seokmin
sex persona – card pulled: the lovers; i had to pause because i was literally on the merge of crying, please, he's so pure. he likes sex who has sentiment. he might struggle to take action and often hangs on a bifurcation until he needs to take one. also what i mean by that, it's that he needs to set the ambient, maybe some whine, or a bathtub before the actual sex. there's a lot of touches and long foreplays. very romantic and caring with his partner, he will make it feel like falling in love even if there's not any feelings off sex. that's also something he might struggle with, not to catch feelings on the spot, also because he gives a lot of praise and sweet words, hopeless romantic. keywords: caring, workship, love.
sex partner he seeks – card pulled: the world; it can be also a very romantic card, who gives a deserving and winning energy. long foreplays, strip tease and exhibitionism with double masturbation. again the afrodiasiac gets in here, but i see candles, petals and water this time around. this person might also be a little bit more risky than him, someone who is more mature (even more experienced than him) and encourages him or can be willing to teach him new things. keywords: mature, sexy, confident.
mingyu
sex persona – card pulled: judgment; give and receive, has juste attitude and receives a reward for it. he's very aware of himself, so he might ponders a lot. very noisy sex, moans, whimpers and whines, oral sex and cum play is a need. like said before, very vocal, he will praise and workship. i saw an orgy image, probably because the sex has a lot of fluids, sweat, cum, arosal. keywords: intense, dense, reward.
sex partner he seeks – card pulled: the hierophant; someone sentimental and submissive to him, someone that he can take care of and workship. that partner needs a lot of aftercare and caring. the hierophant gives his all, and it's a good public communicator, he knows how to please the public, in here it's the same for the partner. someone who he looks more elevated than him, like a god, a spiritual figure. keywords: spiritual, emotional, submissive.
minghao
sex persona – card pulled: the high priestess appeared on the deck, and the judgment reverse just flew out of it; minghao is all about giving and praising to a feminine energy. the judgment card insinuates a masculine dominant, but it comes reversed, the high priestess just confirming it. a servant to a queen. he likes to feel deserving of it and to achieve it and have it because he deserves, for justice. a lot of oral sex and workship, he's totally a service dom. quiet, reserve, and introspective sex, but still, he likes to hear and get sounds out of you. keywords: serve, do, conquest.
sex partner he seeks – card pulled: the hanged man reverse; oh my, he really workships that feminine energy. the hanged man on the card image has an aura around his head and when reverse that conveys enlightenment, almost as if he was trustful of a big spiritual figure and broke free. minghao might like that his partner let loose and feel comfortable to let him take over their body. he likes to feel like he gave you everything in the end, as if you were free from something or got enlightenment. i see a lot of fluids. likes the post orgasm glow and likes to see you cum, and will do as many times as he can. keywords: spiritual, freedom, gorgeous.
seungkwan
sex persona – card pulled: the hierophant; turns out, you guys were right all along, this man is submissive. he likes to give all of himself, the sex with seungkwan feels emotional, almost spiritual. what came to me was dacriphilia, really intense sex, could make you both cry. but that doesn't mean, he doesn't lead, he does and he will praise, put you up on a pedestal when you are over him, he will say sweet words and even encourage you with some dirty talk. he does everything to you, so please give it to him too, he likes the praises too, he has that sentimental side even during sex, he just needs assurance. keywords: giver, spiritual, introspective.
sex partner he seeks – card pulled: page of cups; OF COURSE, OF COURSE IT IS!! page of cups is the most attractive card on the deck, and he appeared twice on the pull. seungkwan might look for the perfect partner. i felt like it on the first reading too, and this came like a confirmation, he might not like casual hookups, he likes to know the person, even if it's on a shallow level. he seeks someone attractive and that makes him feel things before you even get to touch each other, he likes intensity and feelings. that's a dominant and confident individual, someone with fatale energy. this card is passionate and feels like teenage love. keywords: masculine energy, confident, dominant.
vernon
sex persona – card pulled: the star; a card about having wishes and releasing wantings and needs. he's dominant and takes action. im surprised, he might be someone who likes and is open to trying new things and creating them in bed. sex outside, sex in the water (shower, pool, lake, or in nature). i see mutual masturbation and watching his partner pleasure themselves. keywords: adventurous, fun, refreshing.
sex partner he seeks – card pulled: the hanged man reversed; someone spiritual and that he sees with a big aura, someone that can give him enlightenment. since it came reversed, that's also a person who is not afraid of trying new things and likes to be risky with their partner. like minghao's, he wants to workships that someone, because of how intelligent and attractive they are. i see a woman seated on a man's lap on a lake as he sucks her nipples while she rides him. keywords: free, spiritual, feminine.
chan
sex persona – card pulled: the sun; warm and welcoming. the sex is fun and so pleasurable. i see a lot of laughter, it's sweet. very natural and spontaneous, he might not like it if it's too prepared and has a lot of thoughts, he likes it to happen naturally and when it has to happen. it's very affectionate, and chan might want to let the lights on or have sex during the day so he can see his partner. i can see workship too. also a dominant figure, he likes to lead. not ironically enough, i felt very heated while doing this reading. keywords: affectionate, hot, needy.
sex partner he seeks – card pulled: the magician reversed; someone mature, but submisse, maybe shy that he can lead or conquer. he might like to feel he holds more power and has more experience/knowledge than that someone, and has to guide them. or he likes to have a sexplay around that scenery. someone young but mature for their age. or someone older than him that looks unexperienced. keywords: youthful, experienced, mature.
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the first thing you learn about seungcheol is that his towels are embroidered. csc, they read, in gold thread on absurdly plush bath towels.
(actually, the first thing you learned about him was that he's a good kisser. you learned this the hard way, outside the bar, after all your friends had gone home and it just was you, him, and his tongue in your mouth.)
as a rule, you try not to learn anything about your late night escapades, but, evidently, you have already failed.
it's easy to notice his bathroom looks much bigger than it did last night, now that all the lights are on. he has not one, but two, matching rugs, and the sconce lights make the marble countertop look like it's made of water. nestled in the corner is a little tray with all his cologne lined up end to end—armani, dior, chanel.
you pick up the silvery one on the end and smell the cap. (yes, this one. he was wearing this one last night, right in the space where his collarbone met the base of his neck. you had kissed him there, and he had asked you to go home with him. creed, aventus, it says.)
he even has the drunk elephant moisturizer, although it looks criminally underused. it sits among a small pile of skincare that looks like it costs twice your monthly paycheck, if you had worked overtime.
you have to remind yourself you're not here to snoop through rich people's bathrooms, as fun as that sounds.
seungcheol was a quick fuck (and a really good one at that), but you already feel like you've overstayed your welcome.
the plan—in and out. you hate the sticky, too-warm goodbyes, the small talk at the kitchen table, the unexpected rattle of a roommate coming home. worst of all, they never want you as badly in the morning as they did the night before.
but the plan has already gone to shit. you woke up practically spooning him and your little bathroom detour cost you ten minutes. and it's almost 10, which is what he has his two-hundred dollar alarm clock set to.
you shut the bathroom door as quietly as you can, hoping to make a quick getaway. but it's here, caught in the waxy overcast from the huge windows, where, for the first time in your life, you almost want to say fuck the plan.
"morning," seungcheol hums, propping himself up on the bed. you take one look at him, shirtless and sweats slung low, and you lose the plot entirely.
yesterday, when you had met, it looked like he was made in some kind of factory for hot men—starched white shirt rolled to the forearms, hair perfectly gelled, and a fat breitling watch hugging his wrist. and yet, as you watch him blow a cowlick out of his eyes, he seems even more attractive, which you would have never thought possible.
"someone's eager to get outta here," he says, enjoying the way you avoid his eyes. "don't tell me it was that bad for you."
you smile nervously. what you can remember about last night is that it was anything but bad. the whole thing makes your face feel hot—you are no prude, but he sure makes you feel like one.
"is that what it looks like?" you answer. you realize you can't find your shoes. you think he threw them somewhere last night, between the memory of his hand up your dress and yours in his hair. he kissed his way up your legs and you forgot you even had shoes to worry about.
"almost, if you weren't checking me out just now."
damn. guilty as charged. you can't help it. things feel too good to be true.
first, you learned you got fucked by a million dollar dick last night. now, instead of kicking you out like any other one night stand, he's acting decent, maybe even more than decent. and he has the tits of a god.
seungcheol sees your face wrench up in puritanical shame and he laughs.
"well, if you have time in your busy, busy schedule," he starts, with a grin that makes you dizzy. "i'm making breakfast. and i would love to eat it with you."
suddenly you don't know why you ever had a plan in the first place. you watch him attempt to wink at you from all the way across the room and you think getting to know him might not be such a bad thing after all. maybe things are too good to be true, but you're willing to find out.
needless to say, the second thing you learn about seungcheol is that he cannot cook.
warnings; just a wild puppy obsessed with tits. | a/n; wrote this in class under 15 mins. now we only need ass lover! cheol to finish the holy trio lol. (and, shud i write abt reader being obsessed with gyu's titties too? send me an ask if u want it!)
titty obsessed mingyu! who gets hard just from the sight of your slightly hard nipples poking from beneath the shirt. he has to hide his hard-on underneath a pillow because he isn’t sure on how to say it. how to say that he’s fucking obsessed with your tits.
titty obsessed mingyu! whose cover gets blown when he cums on your breasts after you finish sucking him. he groans so loud, seeing his cum painting your chest. he’s so turned on by it that he doesn’t stop after he cums. he continues to jerk with one of his hands holding you hair back, and his eyes trained on your tits. he doesn’t stop until he has emptied out his balls. (but just as he gets off his high, he sees your tits covered in his cum, and he gets hard. completely blames you for having such pretty tits.)
titty obsessed! mingyu who sucks on your nipples every chance he gets. it doesn’t even have to be sexual. he’ll just nurse on them like he’s under a spell. he won’t budge till he has lathered your breasts with his saliva. it gets you so wet and horny, needing his cock to satiate you. but then, he’ll leave you high and dry (well… wet ig,) with your tits, fully soaked and your panties soiled.
titty obsessed! mingyu who goes feral from marking up your tits. it is 100% assured that all your makeout sessions will have him lapping at your tits and marking them up. he sucks and bites on your skin as he goes down, leaving blooms of hickeys on your chest. expect him to have his mouth on your nipples the entire time, you're riding him. (he LOVES you riding him. he sloppily makes out with your breasts while you ride him.)
titty obsessed! mingyu who rushes home, after you send him a pic of your tits. but, it’s not just a normal one. you wrote his name on your chest with his favorite lipstick of yours. (he adds it to the folder that he has just for your tits along with another pic which is the same picture except with his cum decorating your tits.)
titty obsessed! mingyu who’s greedy (and a bit dumb), trying to fit your entire tit in his mouth. like- the entire thing. (for my small titty girlies, no worries, he’ll still do the same thing, trying to suck on the entirety of your chest at once.)
titty obsessed! mingyu who loves rubbing his tip on your nipples. he loves the feeling of your bud teasing his slit. he also loves having your chest pressed up against his. especially, if your nipples rub against his, then he starts fucking you like he’s in a rut.
titty obsessed! mingyu who’ll have his face squished in your boobs, no matter what. he’s sad? squish. he’s happy? squish. he’s horny? squish. he’s mad? squish (+ a rough fuck session.) like he’ll die happy if he can die with his face buried in your chest. and, your tits are his stress-relief balls. he’ll always have his hands inside your shirt, squishing away at them.
“is this heaven?” he grumbles, and looks up at you, grinning. “it definitely is. I see an angel. ;))”
bonus; bras are no-go for him lol. he demands you be braless around him always. and, if asked why, he’ll say he’s advocating for your boobs. “your honor, they deserve to breathe and live freely, too.” but, if he does find you wearing one at home, he goes through 5 stages of grief.
his hands find your breasts like they usually do, but he finds that they’re arrested in your bra (his words). his eyebrows shoot up, his eyes widen, and his mouth gapes before he pouts, and his eyebrows knit together. (and, this all happens in slow-mo btw.) he acts like a kicked puppy till you undo your bra, and fling it on his face. then, he goes back to his hyper-puppy mode lol.
•First of all I just know Joshua loves to provide. Don’t get me wrong he loves an independent partner, but trust he’d want you to treat yourself usuing his card every now and then.
•you’re his baby, why wouldn’t he like to spend money on you?!?!
•”where you going bby?”.
“Just out with some friends for lunch”.
“Here, put it on my card”
•AAAGGGGGHHHHHHHH
•so supportive. You wanna learn pottery? He’s right there with you. Want to paint the bedroom for the 3rd time? He’s already moving the furniture. Want to quit your job? Don’t worry Shuas got you.
•on the note of toxic jobs I 100% believe he’s a gossip. Like you’d come home from work all “baby guess what I just found out abt my boss” and he’s already pouring a glass of wine.
•will gossip abt anyone and everyone with you. Maybe it’s a bad habit but it’s sooooooo funny seeing him lean into you and nod along, fully grasping onto every juicy detail.
•on THAT note, I truly believe Joshua listens so intently to what you have to say. You could be talking abt the weather and he’s just looking into your eyes and hanging on your every last word. He wants you to feel seen and heard by him no matter what.
•I truly don’t think he’s the type to normally raise his voice at you. He did it once and it felt so wrong he just never did it again. Apologized profusely after that one time tho.
•PDA king!! Cheek kisses? Yes. Nose kisses? Yes. Hand holding? Yes. Long hugs? FUCK YEAH!!! Just loves to be close to you at all times.
•always mindful of the people around you tho and never takes it too far, if you’re uncomfortable with PDA he’d definitely respect that.
•I just know this man is a MUNCH!!!!
•he’s just such a pleaser when it comes to you that he gets off to giving you head.
•Like seriously the man can’t get enough.
•one night you both come stumbling into your apartment, slightly tipsy from an evening out, and he’s immediately on his knees kissing his way from your foot to your pussy…
•maintains eye contact with you while he eats you out.
•while I don’t think he’s the horniest in SVT, he’s def somewhere in the middle
•he’s also not the kinkiest either, I think he’d prefer vanilla sex, but he’s not opposed to trying different things
•SWITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
•likes being dom but lovesssss when you get dominant with him. (I do think in these instances taht he’s a c bratty sub tho)
•showering together is a MUST after sex. Hell wash your back and just hold you against him while kissing your cheeks.
The way my hand flew to my mouth in shock as if I had just seen the most scandalous thing in the Victorian era when he did the eyebrow raise/flash. If anyone else did this it would be them trying too hard, but Mingyu really does these things on the spot yet he also knows what he’s doing like… i need him in my house immensely
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