Slow
Liz A.K.A. Jiwon - Ive (🐈⬛) x MReader 📖
Word Count: 3.4k
Genre: NSFW, smut, pwp
Prompted/inspired by @friskyriskywhisky 's ask
Synopsis: With your gruesome deadlines and Jiwon's unrelenting deadline, time together barely comes by. That's normally the case until this weekend when luck had gifted you both a long weekend. "No alarms. No schedules. No rushing."
You used to think those movie scenes were overblown—the classic trope. Where the protagonist spots their soulmate across a crowded or noisy room and suddenly everything slows. The music swells, the background blurs, time itself seems to hold its breath. It is supposed to be only for the screens, theatrical, a trope of films, because time don’t work like that.
Then you met Jiwon.
And you realized those filmmakers weren't exaggerating. If anything, they were holding back. Because what they capture in a single scene, you live in every moment with her.
When Jiwon laughs—not giggles (that’s an entirely different scene itself), when she really laughs, head tilted back, eyes crinkling at the corners, dimples—the world downshifts. You notice everything: the way her shoulders shake, the particular melody of her joy, how her hand instinctively reaches for yours like she wants you to feel it too. Three seconds becomes thirty. You'd swear to it.
When she's concentrated on something, bottom lip caught between her teeth, brow slightly furrowed, time crawls to a reverent pace. You could watch her for hours and it would feel like minutes. Or maybe minutes feel like hours—you're not sure anymore. All you know is that you never want to look away.
Walking down the street with her fingers laced through yours? The two blocks to the café stretch into something infinite and precious. Her voice telling you about her day, the way she squeezes your hand, that is how she makes a point, how she leans into you when the evening air turns cool—it all unfolds in exquisite, unhurried detail.
Those movies show you one slowed-down moment of recognition, of falling. But with Jiwon, you get the whole film in slow motion. Not just the falling, but the staying. The living. Every breakfast, every goodbye kiss, every time she says your name like it means something sacred.
The directors were right about one thing: when you find your person, time does change.
They were just wrong about when it stops. It doesn't stop when you first see them.
It stops every single time you do.
With Jiwon, you're living in perpetual slow motion, and you wouldn't have it any other way. Let the rest of the world race by at normal speed. You're too busy savoring every frame of her.
Tonight is no different—except that it is.
For once, you have time. Three full days. Akin to a miracle, given her schedules and your deadlines. No early alarms, no brief goodbyes, no conversing that are only possible through text. For once, after a long time. Your home, rather than feeling like a rest stop actually now feels like home.
Dinner was priority—dinner at home that is; it's an excuse to do with only the two of you together. So was cooking. Her laughter when you nearly burned the garlic. Your hand on her waist as you reached past her for the wine. The way she fed you a taste from the wooden spoon, mischievous eyes, aware she was out of practice.
Now the plates sit forgotten in the sink. The candles have burned low, wax pooling at their base, its end just as slow as this night.
In your bedroom, the world shrinks to just the two of you—the warm glow of the bedside lamp, the cushion of the mattress, the warmth of being close, the stillness of the room. Jiwon's hair still had its dampness from your shared bath, the scent of her favorite body followed her as she perched herself on your lap as you sat at the edge of the bed, her weight a welcome comfort.
"So," she starts, a playful lilt in her voice. She runs her hands down the delicate red lace of her nightgown, the fabric shades her curves underneath. "Notice anything?"
You hum thoughtfully, hands settling naturally on her waist. "New?"
"New," she confirms, clearly pleased with herself. She shifts slightly, letting you observe how her waist moves underneath the thin lace. "I've been saving it. Thought tonight seemed appropriate." There's a hint of pride in her smile, that little smugness she gets when she knows she looks good.
Your eyes travel up—from where the edge of her hem rides up her bare legs, from the curve of her hips straddling you, a hint of lace matching her panties, to the taut plane of her stomach rising and falling with her breath. Past the modest swell of her breasts you could almost feel without touching, past the red lace tracing her skin, past the elegant line of her collarbones—and settle on her face. The slight flush on her cheeks. The way her eyes dance with amusement and something softer.
"Well? Are you going to look at it?" She accuses, though there's no real complaint in her voice.
"I'm looking," you say softly, reaching up to tuck a wet strand behind her ear. Your thumb traces along her jaw. "Just not where you think I should be."
Her expression softens, that playful edge melting into something more tender. "And where are you looking?"
"Here." Your fingertips brush her cheekbone. "At this face I love. These eyes that always spark. This smile that makes everything else disappear."
Jiwon shakes her head, but she's smiling—that private, genuine smile that's yours alone. "You're impossible."
"You're beautiful, if i had not said that enough." you counter. "The nightgown is beautiful too, for the record. But Jiwon..." You lean your forehead against hers. "You could be wearing anything. Nothing. A onesie. I'd still only see your face first."
She laughs quietly, her breath warm against your lips. "A onesie?"
"Its been a while since I've seen you in one."
Her arms loop around your neck, pulling you closer. "Well, lucky for you, I plan on keeping this on for at least... five more minutes."
"Take all the time you need," you murmur. "We have all weekend. We have all night. We have right now."
“Are you planning to be poetic the whole weekend?”
You laugh softly, pulling her closer. "Is it too much?"
"Im just expecting that you express it differently…" she whispers, her gaze dipped low, followed by her hand. As it began its exploration, tracing your bathrobe from where it parts then downward.
She provoked an inhale from you as her fingers found its way to your member. It twitched at her first touch and again as it anticipated more. She returns her gaze back to you through her lowered lashes, her dimple is back again pressed by her coy smile as her hand wrapped around your hardening length,
“I was expecting more of this.” she purred, giving you a slow, teasing squeeze. “Can you do that honey?”
Groan escapes from you, hips flexing involuntarily as it sought more of her touch. “Jiwon,” it was almost a breath. “You know exactly what you do to me…”
She only giggles, a soft, tinkling sound that sent shivers down your spine. “I do, do I? Well, let me see what more reactions I can elicit…”
With that, she began to stoke you in earnest, her slender fingers gliding up and down your cock. She was sure to give attention to every inch, from the sensitive head, already glistening with pre-cum, to the heavy, cum-filled balls that drew up tight at her touch. You could only grit your teeth, hands gripping her hips as it’s a battle with the urge to buck into her hand, to seek your pleasure from her delicate hands.
Jiwon seemed to sense your struggle, her smile widening as she continued her sensual assault. “Mmm, you’re so hard, Honey,” she cooed.
Jiwon's touch was electric, it jolted with pleasure with every contact, every stroke. You could feel growing harder, longer, the thick shaft throbbing in her grasp as she work you with a skill that steals your breath.
It was about time you do something rather than slowly be undone by her. To return the same attention she gave. Your hands slid down lower her back, tracing the small of her back as you pressed against the fabric. She gave you a knowing look with your actions and so you continue lower and slower.
Your hands fall past the loose lace, snaked its way to her bare skin underneath. You had hoped Jiwon's attention would’ve split with your attempt of sensual touch, yet her pace and focus remain on your length. So you continue, more. Slipped past the lace that clung on her crotch, your fingers although blind, it knew its destination as it reached for her heat.
Damp, wet, yet warm. Your finger that had dipped lower, reached below and to her front. Now your fingers touches her glistening folds, soaking with her dripping heat.
“Oh!” Finally you got Jiwon’s attention.
“Oh?” You repeated, playful and perplexed.
“Oh.” She affirms.
Followed by a hmm of her giggle, amused by your playful exchange. Something about her reaction that made you surged forward, capturing her lips, in a searing, demanding kiss. You plundered her mouth with your tongue, stroking along the soft, wet cavern, tangling with her own, in a sensual dance. At the same time, your fingers started rubbing her folds.
Jiwon moaned into your mouth, her hips undulating in a slow sensual circle, rubbing her cunt to your fingers by herself. It was maddening, feeling Jiwon, seeking her own friction.
Her hands now on your head, more focus to keep herself and you. She broke kissing with you pulling herself to your side, a whimper escaped immediately and it continued to do so. “Honey,” she whimpered, grinding her hips against your fingers in a desperate search for more friction. "Please, I need...I need you to touch me more. I'm aching for your hands on me, in me..."
You readjust to comply with her wants, you hold her delicate curve of her spine. At the same time, one hand drifted down her taut belly, lace moved aside, your fingers splaying across her soft skin, feeling the way her muscles fluttered beneath your touch. Your finger dipped lower, Your fingers slipped through her panties, teasing the sensitive skin there before parting the glistening folds to delve into her soaked heat.
Jiwon cried out, her head falling back as your finger plunged deep inside her, stroking along the velvet walls of her pussy. Her inner muscles clenched your invading digits, drawing them in deeper, No words, just gasp and actions, she begged for more. And you gave her, steady and sensual as its pace, curling them to stroke that special spot that you mapped long ago, deep inside, and that made her yell your name.
Your thumb found her clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in patterns you’ve come to learn that makes her shudder. Jiwon bucked against your hand, her hips undulating in a desperate attempt to increase the pressure, deep in her pleasure she only wanted more.
Jiwon only grew wetter, her arousal coat your fingers, trickling down to your wrist. On top of her scent a different aroma layered air, a musky, intoxicating tinge that made your cock throbs as if it needed to be buried inside her. No longer can you be held out with it simply being pressed against her inner thigh.
Whether she had sensed your thoughts or simply because she wanted more, could've been both. Jiwon reached in between you, her slender fingers once again wrapped around you thick length. She gave you a slow and teasing stroke, although less than stable from before managing through her body that she barely controls. From base to tip, her thumb swipes over your leaking head to spread the bead of moisture over your swollen flesh.
She tried to smile up to you, constantly interrupted by the pleasure you were giving each other. “Can—” heavy breathes pausing her words, “can we—I need—-”
She barely could finish her words—probably still won't if you let her continue—she doesn't need to. She relayed enough, and that it wasn't enough, she needs the same as yours.
With that, you stop and hold her—close and steady. It's not a break, but rather it's a preparation. A brief pause to the gasps and mewls, to Jiwon however did not wait a second her lips capture a brief one, as if a quick top up of sweetness in an otherwise vulgar moment.
You hold her back and hand on the side, Jiwon was not idle, as she takes point—literally, lifting herself up as she holds your cock once again to line it up with herself. You met her with heavy breaths as your tip touched her entrance. She returned her attention to when you two will meet, so did you. A second just to breathe as you both anticipate.
And Jiwon slowly lowered herself onto your throbbing cock, her slick walls parting around you like the softest velvet. This isn't the first time but you couldn't get yourself used to it. Her tight heat enveloping you inch by delicious inch—she welcomes you, all of you, you could feel every ripple and flutter of her inner muscles as she adjusted to you, it hugged you like its second skin.
Your hands gripped her hips trying to reflect her grip on you, your fingers pressed on her supple flesh as she began to move. Jiwon set the pace, slow and sensual, rising up until only the tip of your cock remained inside her before she started sinking back down, deliberately slow, taking you to the hilt. She rolled her hips, fully in control of your cock that was warm inside her, grinding against you.
Jiwon makes you groan, your head would’ve fallen back if not for her holding you—and it would’ve been a waste to do so, with your view locked on her it's something not to be missed. The sight of Jiwon riding you, her hair tumbling around her shoulders, her milky skin flushed and glowing, was almost too beautiful to bear.
“Fuck, Jiwon,” grunting, your fingers kept trying to dig into her soft flesh of her hips as you guide her movements. “You feel incredible, I missed this so much, missed nights like this, us, you…”
Jiwon leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, her tongue delves into your mouth, it tangles with yours playing a very sloppy version of tug. “Mmm, I know, I feel the same,” she murmured against your lips. “And I also feel every thick inch of you, I've waited too long to have you inside me again.”
Jiwon started to hurry, you feel it. Her hips were still rising and falling, steadily sensual, yet it was quickened. Her breathing too had hastened, her chest heaving as she lost herself in the rhythm of your love making. Her body tensed and tightened around your cock as she neared her peak. You gripped her hips harder as if you could more, pulling her down to meet each thrust, driving yourself deeper, harder, faster into her cunt.
“That’s it, Honey,” you panted, "I'm getting close, you feel so good i can’t hold on longer.” you affirmed first
Jiwon cried out, your name like curses, slurred words turned into moans and groans. Her head is thrown back, hair whipping around her shoulders taking your words as a trigger. Her nails raked down to your chest, leaving red lines of passion in their wake as she chased her release with reckless abandon. You could feel her walls fluttering, clamping down your cock like a vice as her orgasm approached.
“Honey!” she kneened, her voice let loose with its pitch and volume."Don't stop, please don't stop. I’m… I’m—-”
Her plea was interrupted by her own wail of ecstasy as she came undone, her body convulsing, back arching as a devastating climax ripped through her. The sight was euphoric enough but the sensation was even more, too much for you to withstand. With that you pull her close, holding her tight as you surged to meet her, slamming into her one last time as your own release overtook.
The room quickly falls into stillness and silence, save for the two of you panting, gradually slowing, as it settles into a rhythm.
Jiwon remains where she is, still in your lap, face tucked into the curve of your neck. Her arms are wrapped around you, holding on like she's not ready to let go of this closeness yet. You can feel her heartbeat against your chest, still quick, slowly steadying.
Your hand moves instinctively, running up and down the length of her spine in slow, soothing strokes. She shivers slightly at the touch, then melts further into you.
"You okay?" you murmur into her hair, your other hand cradling the back of her head.
She nods against your shoulder, then lifts her head just enough to look at you. Her eyes are soft, a little dazed, completely unguarded. "More than okay," she whispers, voice slightly hoarse. A small, satisfied smile, enough to form her dimple.
You brush damp strands of hair away from her face, letting your thumb trace along her flushed cheek. She leans into the touch, eyes fluttering closed for a moment.
"We should probably..." she starts, but doesn't finish the thought. Doesn't move either.
"No rush," you tell her, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. "Stay as long as you want."
So she does. Minutes pass—you're not counting. Your hands continue their gentle path along her back, her shoulders, anywhere you can reach.
Eventually, Jiwon pulls back just enough to meet your eyes again. Her hand comes up to cup your face, thumb brushing across your cheekbone with infinite tenderness.
"I love you," she says simply. Not for the first time tonight, but it lands differently now—softer, deeper, in this vulnerable quiet.
"I love you too," you reply, turning your head to kiss her palm.
She sighs contentedly, resting her forehead against yours. “You're still inside of me,” she says, her hands reaching in between, you could see it as she palms it over her stomach, as if trying to feel you through it.
The break alone that you had given Jiwon, was also a brake to yourself, and now that is over as you feel yourself starting to harden deep again within her.
Jiwon would’ve felt it, then in silence you deep in her cunt, her walls had slowly but surely started hugging you again, its warmth becoming more and more. With your throbs she had her pulses.
Then she laughs—that breathy, gentle laugh that makes your chest ache in the best way.
“Glad to know we are not done,” she says. “right?”
“You looked so spent already.” you point out.
You help her up slowly, carefully, briefly carrying her and setting her to bed, while managing not to pull away from her warmth.Now on top off her, She laughs again, slightly embarrassed, and you can't help but grin as you press a kiss to her shoulder.
“You love keeping it there?” Jiwon, coy with her smile. "That position drained so much out of me," she admits, breathless laugh punctuating her words.
You wince slightly, guilt flickering across your face. "I should've stopped you—"
"No." She cuts you off firmly, though her voice is still soft. Her hand comes up to your face, thumb brushing your jaw. "It was me who didn't stop."
"Still—"
"How about you make up for it right now," she suggests, eyes glinting with tired mischief.
You can't help but smile. "Right now?"
She reaches for your face, looking up at you with that familiar glint her eys—tired, yes, but alive with something else entirely. “Don’t act like your dick isn't already hard inside me,” playful, far from a real complaint.
"We have the whole weekend," she continues, pulling you closer and you comply, leaning lower to her until your lips barely brush hers. "No alarms. No schedules. No rushing."
"That's true," you concede, your hand finding the small of her back.
“So, tire me out okay?” She rises just slightly, enough for her to meet your lips parting quickly just as it started.
You cup her face in return, following the lips that teased you, drawing her into a slow, deep, and much longer kiss. “Jiwon, the things that you say…”
She smiles against your lips. “...Are just for you.”
And just like that, the night stretches open again—unhurried, infinite, yours.
Sleep can wait. With Jiwon, you have all the time in the world.