High Tide
pairing: overworked mafia boss!wonbin x right hand fem!reader contains: smut, pool sex, soft sex, very little plot, fluff a/n: first post kinda nervous
You shiver slightly when the water touches your feet, but don’t back out. Slowly and carefully, you immerse your body in the pool, awaiting the promised cooling effects.
It’s a hot summer night, and you just discovered that the penthouse hidden in the mafia building has a pool hidden on the rooftop, one that gives the impression of water slipping over the thin edge of it and falling straight onto the street. Obviously, it isn’t how it works, but the sight of it is so aesthetically pleasing that it’s enough for you to enjoy.
Unfortunately, you have to do it on your own, accompanied only by your maroon bathrobe and soft white towel, left nearby for later. In your simple, black two-piece swimsuit, you first get used to the feeling of cold water on your skin. To be honest, it’s a relief to be able to indulge in something like that after having to suffer during even hotter days, and while cold baths are nice, it’s not the same as being able to breathe outside air while watching the tall buildings during the night. From time to time, a light breeze of wind dishevels the part of your hair that isn’t bound by a meticulous bun as you take a few steps on the surface of the pool.
It’s nice. You haven’t done this for such a long time…
You swim closer to the edge of the pool, to rest your arm along it and just stare at the undisturbed city from above. Perhaps down there, there are some matters that could possibly occupy your thoughts, but currently they seem so mundane and irrelevant that your mind clears itself on its own.
The only element that forbids you from reaching a complete peace of mind are the lights just one floor below the pool. To be fair, they very rarely aren’t turned on at night; if someone in the city happened to wake up at 4 in the morning and somehow glanced in the direction of black eerie skyscraper, they could probably be a witness to Park Wonbin’s “most efficient” working hours, as he liked to put it. You didn’t as much, but you were working on it. Definitely.
Unfortunately, your hopes of dragging him out of the office earlier tonight proved to be unsuccessful. You wondered why; the promise of spending the evening together in a pool seemed appealing enough to be able to pry him away from the stacks of papers on his desk, but instead, you were met with a tired smile and a short “Have fun!”. Very unsatisfying. Maybe you should have resorted to some extreme measures, after all…
With a deep sigh, you rest both of your elbows on the edge of the pool, letting your back face it, and lean your head back. With a few breaths, you direct your thoughts onto the path connected to the man on the floor below, and they way you haven’t spent a nice evening together for a while. The mafia entered a somewhat rough period that left him busy at all times; of course, you would not feel it yourself, because Wonbin effectively kept you from taking all the time-consuming tasks on yourself.
Perhaps it was unfair. Maybe you should feel guilty. Instead of trying to lift the burden off his shoulders, you were wallowing in luxury and doing nothing besides thinking how your ego was hurt because of him not coming along.
Fortunately, the unpleasant thoughts are instantly dispersed by the sound of steps coming from the direction of the entrance.
Much to your satisfaction, the silhouette that approaches the other edge of the pool is so familiar that you instinctively swim closer, embarrassingly feeling like a pet that immediately perks up when it sees that its owner has returned home.
Wonbin looks worn out; both in terms of his clothes and the exhausted look on his face. During his time in the office, he didn’t forgo the full attire which consisted of an immaculate black suit. Even when it was so hot, he still insisted on the outfit. Only now, you could witness him in a slightly more relaxed version.
“Finally done with everything?” you ask, resting your arms on the edge of the pool and looking up at him, while the man crouches to be on at least a similar level. The dark circles under his eyes are very prominent, even in the dim lighting that they have on the rooftop of the building.
“Not exactly,” he sighs, looking at you with a smile that seems just as exhausted as the overall impression of him tonight. “I figured you might be a little lonely out there.”
You chuckle, resting your head on one of your arms while still staring at him. So sweet; not done with work yet, but still came to accompany you at the pool. Perhaps he got jealous of all the fun he wished for you earlier.
“I am, indeed,” you admit in a low, almost teasing tone. It feels a little wrong, knowing how tired Wonbin probably is, but you simply can’t keep yourself from it, and the look you get in response is also quite encouraging. “The water is very refreshing. You should try it.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” he answers in a similar manner, tilting his head a bit. “I haven’t changed into more appropriate clothing, you know…”
“Details,” you snort, and make a move that definitely could be called dangerously stupid.
You slightly surface out of the water to reach out to the front of his shirt and pull him towards yourself with full force.
It’s silly, but you almost feel like a mermaid that preys on lone sailors, with the aim to lure them under the water, because Wonbin practically falls right into your arms, still with his white shirt and pants on. You notice that he chose not to wear his boots — perhaps he was prepared for your instantaneous plan all along. It wouldn’t be that surprising; sometimes he had a better understanding of your behaviors than you yourself.
As the man’s head emerges out of the water, his hair completely soaked, she can’t help but giggle. In a way, Wonbin resembles a sopping wet black cat that was forced to take a bath by its owner; the only thing not befitting this vision is the fact that such a cat would definitely not look at you with a similarly adoring look.
“You’re lucky it’s warm outside,” he rolls his eyes, pretending to be exasperated, but in the meantime, his arms wander to wrap themselves around your waist. “If I get sick after this, you’ll be in big trouble, you know?” Wonbin whispers, bumping his forehead into yours lightly. Your hair gets slightly wet from this, but you don’t mind; you reach forward to embrace his neck.
“Hm,” you mutter, brushing through his wet hair with your fingers gently while leaning forward to rest your chin on his shoulder. Given your uncovered arms and stomach, there is very little needed for the skin on skin contact that you yearn for so much. “I’m quite curious what it could be.”
“Let’s hope you won’t have to find out, because there’ll be no one to take care of everything,” Wonbin sums up, and before you manage to voice out your protests, he kisses you; a little more vigorously than usual.
You instantly forget what you wanted to say and just give in to the tender gesture, wondering in the meantime whether its nature is a product of his own will or rather the urge to atone for his recent negligence. Obviously, it’s not like he owes you anything in the first place; you should make it clear again when they’re done.
Being done, however, is a much more difficult task than you anticipated, because not only does the kiss last long; Wonbin also decides to use it as a distraction to the fact that you’re moving, and your back soon hits the edge of the pool.
“What a nice view,” he mutters shortly after with a satisfied smile, looking straight at you. You look around, somewhat confused, and realize that you have been gently pushed so that you’re presented to him against the enchanting skyline of the city during the night.
“Be careful not to drop me,” you warn playfully, leaning back so that your back protrudes a little over the edge of the pool. Practically speaking, you would have to try quite hard to slip out of your tight embrace first, but the remark only provokes Wonbin to grab your waist with his arms tighter.
“Me?” The man smiles a bit and reaches further, with the aim of resting his elbows on the edge of the pool and leans slightly forward, leaving you trapped between his arms. “What makes you think I would?”
Your position changes minimally; you rest your chin on his shoulder, tilting your head so that your temples touch while their bodies remain in a close hug. It’s a strange alignment, but when you breathe in the faint scent of his cologne, not washed off by the pool water yet, you close your eyes.
“I don’t know,” you whisper quietly, in a tone that just minimally signalizes a joke. “Maybe I am too big of a burden for you. Maybe you would like to get rid of me.”
You can’t see his face, but Wonbin definitely looks at you as if you had gone crazy.
“Don’t say that,” he sighs into your ear, because it’s the furthest he can turn his head right now. “You’re not a burden.”
You don’t answer for a while. Technically, it wasn’t supposed to turn out as a serious conversation; you could have said it as a joke. It would be fair to him to explain it and never go back to that topic again.
Despite that, you continue.
“You’re working all the time,” you complain quietly, not wanting to sound very offended. It’s not about it, after all, you don't want him to feel attacked. “And you don’t even let me help you,” you mutter, caressing the back of his head with your fingers. “I can’t just sit around.”
Besides a deep sigh, Wonbin doesn’t respond to that in any kind; instead, he replaces words with a kiss to the side of your head, just over your ear. Suspecting that it’s supposed to give him some time to think about the answer, you accept it, even when he goes decidedly lower, placing kisses on your cheek, neck and uncovered shoulder. His only obstacle in reaching even further is the water.
When he has nowhere else to go, he raises his wrist up and starts playing with the strap of the upper piece of your swimsuit. You start to get annoyed by the silence, so you use your hand, still partially buried in his hair, to turn his head towards you.
The sheepish look in his eyes doesn’t explain practically anything.
“I don’t want to drag you into this,” he finally huffs, still with your hand holding him in place.
“Why?” you press further, maintaining the calm and peaceful tone. You don't want to argue, just an explanation. “I’m in the mafia too, aren’t I?”
“You’d be as busy as everyone else then,” he tries to protest, but visibly cringes at the words, perhaps realizing within himself how senseless it sounds. Isn’t it your job to be busy right now, when the mafia needs it the most?
His eyes run away from yours for a moment, embarrassed.
“I prefer it when you’re around,” Wonbin finally voices out, with a small strain to his tone. “In the office. At home,” he confesses sheepishly, looking at you. “If you were to leave and go on a mission, I don’t think I’d be able to focus on work.”
You breathe quietly.
On one hand, it is very sweet, especially while comparing the ease that he has when issuing orders to other agents, mainly the low-ranked ones, but also the way he deals with casualties; without the smallest flinch or a change in his steel expression. When you consider all that, his statement is flattering, and even quite adorable.
On the other, you are his right hand woman. You certainly know how to do your job, and staying in the safe building at all times felt a little limiting.
“Wonbin…” you sigh quietly, and reach out to kiss him gently; not for too long, but to change the distressed expression into something that isn’t that painful to look at.
“I know you’d be fine,” he doesn’t let you finish, and speaks up first. “I know that. It’s just— At times like this, I need you around. As close as possible.”
“You can’t keep me locked up in the office,” you point out softly. “I have a job to do, don’t I? And either way, I can still help you with paperwork.”
Wonbin doesn’t say anything, but you see very well with your own eyes that he knows that it’s useless to argue.
“Alright,” he finally admits. “Tomorrow.”
You smile and kiss him again, wrapping your arms around his neck to rock them around a little in the water. You’ve been standing motionlessly for so long that it started to feel cold, and you definitely shouldn’t have that with Wonbin still in his clothes, completely soaked.
Naturally, you can’t restrain yourself from a little tease in the meantime.
“Maybe you’ll finally have some more time for me,” you whisper into the space between your lips.
“Are you saying you feel neglected, Y/N?” the man raises an eyebrow, returning to fondling with the strap of your bra.
“I guess you could say that,” you shrug and glance at him with a small smile.
“Well, then,” Wonbin clears his throat and leans forward; the look in his eyes makes your stomach tickle in a kind of very embarrassing excitement. “I think I should apologize for that.”
He presses a firm kiss to your lips, and it doesn’t finish as quickly as others; this time, he grazes your lower lip with his teeth in a calculated and deliberate manner, all while you can feel how his fingers tighten on your waist, even despite it being underwater. The warmth of his body against yours, in contrast to the cooling contents of the pool creates a tingly sensation on your whole body.
“I’m sorry,” he breathes out after you break away from each other, with very little air left in your lungs. “Very sorry,” he continues, leaning further down and sucking on the skin of your neck while you automatically tilt your head back to give him space. It’s sure to leave a mark, and the spot is quite visible too, but you’re too engrossed in your own pleasure to notice it. “So sorry,” he repeats, sinking his teeth into the skin on your shoulder, not deeply enough to leave a big mark and cause a lot of pain, but firmly enough to elicit a small yelp out of you.
Just as you think that he will dive in to go even further, an arm slips from behind your waist and surprisingly travels straight to your breast. In an annoying, teasing manner, Wonbin’s thumb presses right into the spot where your nipple is, despite certainly not searching for it earlier.
“Extremely sorry,” he adds with a smug smile that you want to wipe away from his face and kiss at the same time. “Perhaps next time I should take diving goggles with me,” the man points out, and you snort.
“I had no idea you owned a pair,” you manage to stutter out in between breaths that have become much more ragged than you thought they would. The reason for that might be his capable fingers that sneak under the material of your swimsuit and start very cruelly teasing the sensitive skin of your breast.
“I do not, indeed,” Wonbin smirks again. “But I think it’s time to supply myself with it, if you’re fond of such activities. From what I can see, you seem to enjoy it.”
A bit disparaged by his little show of power over you, you grab a fistful of his hair again and push him towards yourself so that you can kiss him like you want. Wonbin tumbles forward in such a way that your back hits the glass edge of the pool, and the water surrounding you falls over it.
“So eager,” Wonbin comments after a second. If you’re not mistaken, you accidentally caused his lip to bleed by biting on it too hard; guilt overtakes you for a moment. “You’re flooding the passersby. So much water spilled…”
It obviously doesn’t work like that, but you don't have the strength to argue. It’s easier to say that his fingers are overwhelmingly precise, and make you let out a few embarrassing whimpers, joining forces with the sensation of cool water hitting your skin.
“Do you wish to go further?” he asks softly, touching your foreheads together in a tender gesture, as a pause from all the teasing he makes you go through, but its effect on your knees is way more weakening that everything that has happened earlier. “If you don’t want to, we can stop—”
“Please,” you whisper with an enthusiastic nod. “Please, do it.”
Wonbin smiles gently and places a kiss on your forehead, as a matter of reassurance. You’re in good hands. You know it; and you think that you don’t deserve him, really.
You certainly haven’t had sex in a pool before; not to mention that it was your first time going for a swim in it, and it ended in such a way. It was a bit embarrassing, but you weren't going to focus on it, especially in the exact same moment in which Wonbin slipped his hand under the material of the lower part of your swimsuit.
“This should be easy, right?” you whisper to him with a small chuckle and he rolls his eyes at your. “Perfect environment, isn’t it?”
“In theory,” he gives an expert judgment and runs his index finger over your clit experimentally, making you shiver instantly. The pressure applied by him and the slight cold from the water did make an unexpected, but appreciated combination.
Wonbin naturally notices your enhanced reaction; his other hand splashes the water a little with a small smile that signals understanding, and a plan that might be forming in his mind right now.
“I believe it would be easier, if we just…” Having said that, he firmly pulls the lower part of your swimsuit down, exposing you to the similarly cursing and blessing effects of your surroundings. You shiver again and let out a quiet groan into his shoulder, holding tightly onto his neck. Wonbin rubs your clit a few more times, measuring out the pleasure according to the sounds you make, but it’s definitely not the highlight of the evening yet. “Are you sure you want it?” he asks again, caressing your uncovered back with his free hand.
“Yes,” you nod. “Absolutely.”
“Tell me, if anything feels uncomfortable,” he warns, and then inserts one finger into you.
As expected, it slides without much resistance, even though it’s hard to judge how much you owe to your own arousal. Moreover, the water again creates such a sensation that when he adds a second finger, you have to dig your own teeth into his clothed shoulder to suppress a very loud and pathetic moan.
“You seem more sensitive than usual,” Wonbin points out quietly into your ear, not minding the bite at all, seemingly not even reacting to it. “Interesting.”
Interesting. That’s all he has to say… If you were capable of it right now, you would come up with a suitable response.
After ruling that two fingers are enough, another obstacle emerges; it’s surprisingly difficult to unzip his pants under water, at least for him, given that one of his arms is continuously occupied with holding you around the waist.
Fortunately, after his fingers stop moving for a while, you are conscious enough to reach out to his hips and expertly unbutton the bothersome garment. Even Wonbin seems surprised at the quickness of your actions, albeit less so, when his underwear is removed as well.
“Very eager,” he comments, gritting out through clenched teeth, because it seems that the coldness also got to him in a similar way to you. With sheer satisfaction, you stroke his cock in a languid manner, making sure to replicate the sensation you have been through at least partially, finishing the touch with a bit of more pressure applied to the tip.
“I guess the goggles are quite a good idea,” you mutter with a small smile, looking up at him. Wonbin blushes furiously, much to your enjoyment, but then clears his throat and leans over you to retrieve his lost power.
You have no reason to protest, so you simply let him.
The feeling of something filling you up is more pleasurable than ever; he starts with slow, gentle moves, letting you adjust to the mixed temperature and unusual sensation.
“If it’s uncomfortable, please—”
“It’s not,” you stop him mid-sentence, holding his neck tightly. Perhaps he’s really lucky to have the shirt on; otherwise, your nails would have formed long, red marks on his back by now. “Please, continue, you’re amazing, please—”
The rest of your request ends in a louder than usual moan; it’s pathetic, but you don’t care. Right now, the only thing you can think about is the hot and cold sensation that makes you breathe faster and faster, and let out sounds that are loud enough to be heard on the whole rooftop, and it’s really great that there’s no one that could listen, because you’re usually not that vocal about it, and if someone found out, it would be an immense taint on your reputation, and you really, really don’t deserve him.
When you glance at Wonbin, weirdly enough, he’s not staring at her, but rather at the view behind her back; only when he notices the look in your eyes, he turns back to you and leans down to kiss you.
“I’m sorry, again,” he whispers in between your lips, with a seriously apologetic tone that makes your heart squeeze. Obviously, he doesn’t have to apologize to you, you weren’t mad at him in the first place; you wouldn’t feel so seriously offended at the neglect, or whatever it was.
“Don’t be,” you manage to whisper weakly before your release hits.
It’s proportionally strong to the sensations you have been through during the evening, so for a moment, you can’t focus on anything else but Wonbin’s shirt held tightly between your fingers. After you open your eyes again, he gently removes himself from you, to which you react with a quiet, disappointed groan.
“You have work tomorrow, remember?” The man reminds you with a quiet chuckle, lifting you up in his arms to get out of the pool, which fortunately isn’t that hard in the water. “And I guess we should both wash up before bed.”
“Not even a minute to rest,” you grumble under your breath, but ultimately finish it with a tender kiss to his cheek. “Let’s go, you need to change quickly.”
