Let’s Talk
I decided to combine requests for a reader and Shownu fic (I hope this is ok for both anons). I got really soft in the heart with this one. Around 1.8k with fluff and smut (and internal angst?). NOTE He is referred to as Hyunwoo in this fic.
Don’t make it awkward, it’s just a wedding. Hell, it’s a celebration of close friends who found love. It’s not their fault me and Hyunwoo, the maid of honor and best man, broke up just weeks before the big day. We’re both civil, respectful adults who comfortably agree to not let anything happen to alter their big day. I admit, it does hurt talking about him with the bridal party, mostly because they don’t know we broke up.
Getting dressed with the girls felt like old times, like having a dress up party during a sleepover back in college. Hair and makeup went quicker than expected, and I’m starving! Thank goodness the wedding venue is at the bride’s family mansion, I can sneak to the kitchen! Sneaking to the kitchen was almost too easy, finding something to eat wasn’t. I hear footsteps behind me while I peruse through the refrigerator. I duck to hide.
“Snuck out to eat?”, Hyunwoo sighs. Oh thank goodness it wasn’t the bride. She would kill me if I ate in this dress.
“Haven’t eaten all and I might pass out if I don’t eat something. I’d kill for some ramen”, I groan. He chuckles under his breath. His laugh still makes me smile.
“I ordered food, it should arrive in a few minutes”, he whispers. I gasp, closing the refrigerator.
“Could we share?”, I wonder, still curious on boundaries.
“That’s why I ordered a lot. I figured you would be hungry, I haven’t seen you leave that room all day”, he leans against the counter, being unconsciously suave. How could he still be the sweetest man on Earth? We simply wanted different things for the future. We wanted to be together forever, obviously, but we had different ideas of a timeline. I wonder if breaking up was worth it. Stop, stop, this is just “love in the air” season due to the wedding.
“Thank you”, I pat his arm. He takes a moment to look at me all gussied up. I’m used to him seeing all dressed up, nothing is new. He always looks incredible.
“You look…”, he chokes. “Lovely?”, I sigh, sarcastically.
“Perfect. Like a dream”, he compliments. I bashfully hide my face. Shit like that makes my heart flutter.
“Don’t say that, Hyun”, I fight back tears. Can’t ruin this mascara!
“Regardless of what we are, you still are the greatest woman in my life”, he confesses. Fuck this. I press myself on him and pull him to my lips. I would say this feels like we kissed just yesterday, but this feels new. I feel the same rush as we did the first time we got together. His hands on my waist make me feel grounded, which is nice, because I feel like I could float into the clouds. Devour me, Hyunwoo, please. The doorbell rings. Fuck. Hyunwoo struggles to pull away, as do I. A moan from Hyunwoo is what sent me over to pull away.
“Let’s eat before we pass out”, I change the subject. He nods and answers the door. We shouldn’t have kissed. We shouldn’t have talked. We were supposed to be civil. He comes back to the kitchen with a large bag. I see the logo on the bag and immediately squeal with excitement. Our favorite place.
“Our favorite, got you your favorite rice to save as a snack for later”, he adds. I stop myself from saying I love you. I’m so used to our routine that I struggle to break out of it. I don’t want to break out of it.
“I’ll grab drinks if you set the table”, I offer. He accepts without question. I grab some beers from the minibar. I see the menagerie of plates on the table. A plate of my favorite rice dish, two full servings of my favorite dumplings, exactly two cups of soy sauce, all for me while he has some cutlets and rice with a side of dumplings. With the beers on the table, visually, this looks like our typical Friday date night. Why did things go wrong? Why did we want different things? He wanted to marry me before his enlistment, I wanted to wait till after he came back. I wanted kids sooner than he did, he wanted to wait a few years after marriage, so we can enjoy the “newlywed phase” longer. He wanted to announce our relationship to his fans, but I wanted to keep us safe. Was it worth the fight? No.
“Eat before we get caught”, Hyunwoo points to my plates.
Fuck, it feels like forever since I ate. He does his cute eyebrow thing where it looks like he’s focused on what he’s eating.
Are we going to talk about what happened in the kitchen? I don’t know if we’re ready to have that conversation.
We ate faster than usual, trying to hide our shame of eating in our wedding attire. Cleaning was fun, sneaking around to dispose of the evidence. Still an hour and a half away before the ceremony.
“Hyunwoo. What happened in the kitchen?”, I whisper.
“You kissed me, I should be asking you what happened”, Hyunwoo shuffles.
“Do you wish we could get back to what we were before the fight?”, I twiddle my thumbs.
“Of course I do, but we can’t ignore what we want”, he nods.
“We can talk about it, let’s compromise. I want a future with you”, I suggest. He grins from cheek to cheek.
“Then let’s talk”, he agrees, escorting me to the study. We manage to be alone. Thank goodness all of the staff are working outside to prepare for the ceremony. Closing the door behind us, Hyunwoo and I immediately lock lips. He raises my arms and holds my wrists together above my head. Kissing my neck, I apologize vigorously for being selfish about my wants instead of talking it out. I beg him to tell me what I can do to make it up to him, wanting him to tell me what dirty thought he has in that beautiful brain.
“Have my baby”, he wishes. Did I hear him right?
“Have your baby?”, I choke.
“We wanted a baby, didn’t we?”, he questions.
“We did, but I thought you wanted to wait”, I laugh off the nerves. I would love to have a baby with this man. Something made from us, something we grow together.
“I’m ready if you are”, he growls in my ear, pressing his hard dick against me.
“Now?”, I gasp.
“Remember when we were spontaneous?”, he chuckles, slowly lifting up my shirt.
“What if we get caught?”, my nervousness turned into eagerness.
“Let them. I want to love you right here, right now”, he smiles, dropping my panties to the floor.
“Love me, Hyunwoo”, I pant in excitement. He sweeps me in his arms, bridal style and lays me on the desk, my ass on the edge. My legs rest on his shoulders while he gets himself ready.
“You will look so beautiful pregnant”, he licks his lips.
“Your tits are already perfect, but imagining them swollen makes me want to put my dick between them”, he dirty talks. This is a new Hyunwoo that I haven’t seen before. He commented before how beautiful I would look glowing from a pregnancy, but never talked about my body.
“You would fuck my tits while I’m pregnant?”, I tease.
“And after the baby is born”, he adds. He thrusts into me without issue, I’ve been wanting him since I saw him in the kitchen. The sex felt like it’s our first time all over again. We took our time, alternated speeds and depth, loud as ever. I’m surprised no one found us from all of the noise we’re making with our bodies and from our mouths, but it’s part of the thrill. I hold onto his strong shoulders while he leaves hickeys on my tits, thank goodness I have concealer upstairs. His tongue on my nipples make my toes curl, he’s sucking the life out of me. We get worried that we would break the desk, so he takes me to the floor and fucks me from behind, one of my favorite positions. His iconic hip rolling is what sends me over the edge, making my vision blur, my ears ring. I grip onto the rug from the pressure. I cross my arms behind me so he could be more stable. Doing so, he hits my spot deeper than I could imagine. I shed a tear cumming on him.
“You’re doing so well, baby”, he grunts. His thrusts grow more aggressive, slamming hard into me.
“I’m going to fill you up with my cum. You’ll get pregnant for sure”, he moans.
“Fill me up”, I whimper, getting overstimulated. He slams into me once more before holding me still while he spills his seed. He’s choked up from the sensation. We’re used to using condoms or pulling out.
“Just a little bit longer, I want to give you all of me”, he softly sighs. He pulls out of me and sits down where he was kneeling. I lay on the floor, exhausted from pleasure.
“I love you”, he mumbles.
“I love you too”, I smile sweetly.
“Come back to me?”, his eyebrows furrow.
“Figured we already established that”, I playfully tap his leg.
“But you didn’t explicitly say yes to having my baby”, he shrugs.
“Hyunwoo, I will have your baby”, I accept. He looks out the window as if he’s going to cry. I reach to grab his hand.
“Let’s talk about plans after the ceremony”, I offer.
“Marry me”, he changes tones from soft to serious. Pardon me! Not even a question, but a statement? Hyunwoo, you know what you want and I love that about you.
“Is this the way you want to propose?”, I bashfully hide my face.
“We’re unconventional, something I love about us. Marry me”, he continues. He pulls out a ring from his pants pocket. What the fuck!
“You had that on you?”, I cough from shock.
“I had this in my pocket all day because I knew I would see you. I’ve been wanting to find a way to get you back”, Hyunwoo confesses. A way to get me back? Having a nice meal with me, asking me to have a baby, then giving me one of the best sex we had? Couldn’t imagine a better proposal.
“Yes, but let’s wait to announce till after the wedding”, I squint, not wanting to ruin our friends’ day. He puts the ring on my finger, on the brink of crying. He kisses my knuckles then my palm.
“You make me happy. I can’t wait to live my life with you”, he chokes.
