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pairing: husband!wonwoo x f!reader genre: fluff, smut, domestic synopsis: months into marriage, wonwoo and y/n move through their days with the ease of people who chose each other. nothing dramatic happens, and that’s kind of the point. rating: 18+ (minors do not interact!!!!) warnings: unprotected sex(wrap it up gng✌️), shower sex, kitchen sex, wonwoo talks her thru it at some point, multiple orgasms,(like two lol) dom!wonwoo, pet names(baby, good girl?..)two ppl who r just subtly down bad asf authors yap note: hope u enjoy, had an off day so i js got on w writing this, never written for wonwoo before but i will not disappoint, yall better like the smut i tried fr😔 i fear on some parts i cooked i do love writing realistic descriptive scenes thanks for reading btw ♡
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Wonwoo wakes up before her.
It’s not intentional. He doesn’t plan it. He just opens his eyes and the room is still dim, quiet in that early-morning way where the world hasn’t decided to start yet. The curtains breathe softly with the subtle breeze as the electric clock on the bedside table blinks a forbidden hour. Y/N is curled toward him, blanket pulled up all the way to her shoulders, her hair messy in the way sleep never fails to cause. Her face is relaxed, unguarded. No smile. No awareness. Just her.
He watches her for a moment longer than necessary.
And between half-asleep and fully awake, his thoughts drift, into a feeling. Standing beside her months ago, hands steady even though his chest wasn’t. The weight of the ring when he slid it on. The quiet after everyone left. Waking up next to her for the first time and realizing this wasn’t temporary. Its forever
She was forever.
He reaches out, slow, careful not to wake her, and brushes a stray strand of hair away from her face. His thumb lingers near her temple. She stirs a bit, brows knitting for half a second, but she doesn’t wake yet. She exhales and settles again into him, closer this time, like her body knows where it belongs even when her mind is asleep.
Wonwoo smiles to himself.
Eventually, she wakes on her own. A small shift. Then a small sound, like a hum she doesn’t realize she makes. Her eyes open halfway, unfocused, then unconsciously land on him.
“…Why are you staring at me?” Y/N says, her voice thick with sleep.
He doesn’t even pretend. “Can’t I?”
She squints, clearly suspicious. “You look like you’re thinking way too hard for this… ungodly hour.”
“Maybe I am.” he shrugs.
She laughs softly, reaches out and pokes his cheek. “Bold of you to admit all this so early in the morning.”
Wonwoo catches her hand, presses it gently back to the mattress. “At least you’re awake now.”
“Unfortunately,” Y/N sighs, then peeks at the clock half annoyed. “It’s illegal for it to be this early.”
He hums in agreement and sits up. “Well I’m going to shower.” She watches him swing his legs off the bed, eyes following him like she’s still kind of waking up. Then she sits up too. “…Can I come in?” she half jokes, half wanting him to say yes with ulterior motives clearly in her mind.
He pauses mid-stand and looks back at her. “If you want.”
Her eyes widen in excitement and shock, “Really?”
“Well,” he says calmly, “yeah.”
She grins, already sliding out of bed. “Okay. Okay yeah.”
Wonwoo shakes his head, amused, and heads toward the bathroom while Y/N follows immediately, steps light and quick, like she might lose the chance if she doesn’t keep up.
They both quickly undress and Wonwoo turns the shower on as the steam quickly fills the bathroom and he steps into the shower first, the hot water cascading over his broad shoulders and down his toned chest.
He turns to watch Y/N follow, her naked body glistening under the spray as she joins him. Her full breasts bounce slightly with each step, nipples already hardening from the warmth and anticipation.
He pulls her close, his hands sliding over her wet skin, gripping her hips firmly. He leans down and captures her mouth in a deep kiss, tongues tangling as the water pounded around them. She presses against him, feeling his cock harden against her stomach, thick and ready.
Y/N reaches down, wrapping her fingers around his cock, stroking it slowly from base to tip. Wonwoo groans into her mouth, his hands moving up to cup her breasts, thumbs circling her stiff nipples. He pinches them lightly, making her gasp and arch into his touch. Breaking the kiss, Wonwoo spins her around so her back was to him, pressing her against the cool tile wall, the contrast of the hot water and cold surface making her shiver. He kisses the nape of her neck, trailing his lips down her spine while one hand slipped between her thighs.
His fingers find her pussy, already slick with arousal despite the water. He parts her folds, rubbing her clit in firm circles. Y/N moans, pushing back against him, her ass grinding into his bulge. 'Fuck me,' she whispers, her voice husk over the sound of the shower. Wonwoo doesn’t hesitate. He positions his cock at her entrance, the head nudging her wet lips. With a thrust, he buries himself inside her, filling her completely. Y/N cries out, her hands bracing against the wall as he started pounding into her from behind. The rhythm builds quickly, his hips slapping against her ass with each deep stroke. Water streams down their bodies, making every movement slick and urgent. Wonwoo reaches around, his fingers returning to her clit, rubbing faster to match his deep thrusts.
Y/N’s legs trembled as pleasure coiled tight in her core. She rocks back to meet him, taking him deeper. 'Harder,' she demands, and Wonwoo obliges, gripping her waist and slamming into her pussy with relentless force. Her orgasm hit first, waves crashing through her as she clenched around his cock, crying out his name. Wonwoo followed seconds later, thrusting deep one last time before pulling out and spilling his cum across her ass, the white streaks mixing with the water and washing away.
They stay like that for some moments, panting under the spray, before Wonwoo turns her to face him again. He kisses her softly, the intensity fading into satisfied warmth.
Later, the apartment hums with afternoon quiet.
Wonwoo is on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, a book open in his hands. His glasses have slipped just slightly down his nose, unnoticed. The TV is on, volume low, defo more background than entertainment.
Y/N passes by on her way to the kitchen, stops for half a second, reaches out, and nudges his glasses back up with one finger. She doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t even look at him. Just keeps walking.
Wonwoo doesn’t look up either.
He smiles.
A few minutes later, she’s back, flopping down on the couch beside him. He turns a page.
“Come here,” he says.
Y/N immediately scoots closer, tucking herself against his side, head resting on his shoulder. He adjusts without thinking, angling the book so it’s comfortable, his arm settling around her waist like muscle memory. She watches her favourite show on the TV, while he reads, their breathing automatically syncing.
After a while, he closes the book, saying, “I bought a new camera.”
Y/N’s head lifts instantly. “Really?”
He nods, already reaching for it. “Yeah. The lens is different from my last one.”
She sits up, fully invested, watching him talk about it. He explains specs, features, little things that only excite him. She listens, smiling, eyes soft, because she loves this version of him. The focused one. The passionate one. Y/N has no idea the difference between the different features of the camera but she doesn’t care. She just loves to see her husband, her life talk.
When he finishes, she tilts her head asking, “Have you taken a photo yet?”
“…Not yet.”
She gestures at herself, mock offended. “Wow. I’m right here.”
He laughs. “Then pose.”
She gasps, “Wait, no. I’m not ready.”
She fusses for a moment, fixing her hair, changing positions twice. Wonwoo watches through the lens, thinking about how she’s beautiful even before she settles. Especially then.
The shutter clicks.
“Pretty.” Wonwoo mutters, just loud enough for Y/N to hear. She smiles at him fondly.
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They get hungry not long after.
So Y/N moves to the kitchen, already pulling out ingredients to make their favourite stew, while Wonwoo stays on the couch, book open again, listening to the sounds she makes. Chopping. Stirring. Humming random songs under her breath.
She’s fifteen minutes into cooking when he finally gets up.
Y/N turns when she hears him. “Hey my love” she says brightly, like she hasn’t seen him all day.
He steps into her space and just wraps his arms around her and she hugs him back immediately. He kisses her forehead. Then her nose. Then her lips, long and slow, lingering there, one hand steady at her waist.
She smiles against him. “It’s simmering. Thirty minutes.”
He leans closer. “So you’re bored?”
“Very.”
Y/N sits on the counter as he edges closer to her. Their eyes meet. She looks at one, then the other, then his lips. She reaches up, removes his glasses, and once again kisses him slowly.
When they pull apart, he murmurs, “I think I can think of something to do in those minutes.”
She smiles.
Wonwoo guides her back onto the cool granite countertop, her legs parting instinctively as he stepped between them, his hands firm on her thighs.
"That's it, baby," he murmured, his voice low and commanding, eyes locked on hers. His fingers trace up her inner thigh, brushing the edge of her panties, already feeling the damp heat radiating from her core. She was soaked in seconds, her body responding to his touch like it always did—eager, and dripping with anticipation.
A soft moan escapes her lips as he hooks his fingers into the fabric and tugs it aside, exposing her slick folds. "Look at you, already so wet for me. You love this, don't you? Being spread out like this all for me." Wonwoo leans in, his breath hot against her skin, and presses a thumb to her clit, circling slowly. Her hips bucked, a whimper turning into a full-throated groan. "Shh, just feel it," he instructs, sliding two fingers along her entrance, teasing before pushing inside her tight heat. She clenches around him immediately, her pussy clenching and releasing in rhythmic pulses. "That's my girl. Let me hear you. Tell me how good it feels when I fuck you with my fingers like this." He curls them upward, hitting that spot that makes her vision blur, her back arching off the counter.
"Oh god... yes..." Y/N gasps, her voice breaking into a series of desperate moans, hands gripping the edge of the counter for leverage. Her thighs tremble around his waist, but he held her steady, pumping his fingers deeper, faster, his thumb relentless on her swollen clit.
Wonwoo watches Y/N’s face contort in pleasure, her lips parted, breaths coming in ragged pants. "You're making such a mess on my hand already. Imagine what my cock's gonna do to you." With his free hand, he unzips his jeans, freeing his thick shaft, hard and throbbing. He strokes himself once, twice, the tip glistening as he positioned it at her entrance, rubbing it through her wetness.
"Beg for it," he demands, his tone brooking no argument. "Tell me you want me to fill that soaking pussy."
"Please... fuck me Wonwoo," she moans, her words dissolving into incoherent cries as he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. Her walls stretch around him, gripping tight, and she shatters almost immediately, her first orgasm ripping through her with a scream that echoed off the kitchen tiles. He doesn’t stop, gripping her hips and pounding into her relentlessly, the counter creaking under the force, overstimulating her in the process. "Good girl, coming all over my cock like that. Now take it deeper—feel every inch." Each thrust elicits louder moans from her, her body a quivering wreck, nails digging into his shoulders as a wave of pleasure crashed over her again, his words guiding her through it all.
Later, the stew is ready.
They sit at the dining table, eating quietly. Wonwoo looks up after a few bites. “This is really good.”
She grins. “I know.”
She tilts her head, smirking, “You know what else tastes good?”
He raises an eyebrow, already expecting it.
She laughs. “Never mind.”
They keep eating. Comfortable. Happy. Together.
And that’s enough.
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