You couldn’t contain the maniacal laughter that escaped your throat as Wonwoo choked on his drink, a coughing fit erupting as he reached for the closest napkin he could find.
“I’m sorry… what did you just say?” He held his forearm to his mouth, desperately trying to contain any remaining coughs still threatening to escape.
“You heard me.” You leaned back against the foot of the couch, your legs sitting criss cross on the floor while you knocked your head back to take another shot. You giggled afterwards, wiping any leftover soju from your lips. “No man has ever made me come. Not even Si-woo.”
It was an embarrassing thing to bring up in retrospect, especially to your roommate of three years who up until now you’d only ever sparingly told the details of your intimate life to. But who the hell even cared about pride anymore?
Certainly not you… and certainly not the copious amount of alcohol currently traversing your system.
“But… you two were together for so long?” The confused expression on Wonwoo's face was downright adorable, and the subconscious urge to pinch his cheek was immediately pushed down.
“All relationships take sacrifice, mine just so happened to be any chance of ever achieving orgasm.” You cringed outwardly as you thought back to a particularly tough memory. “I remember one time he rubbed my inner thigh for like fifteen minutes thinking it was my—“
“STOP!” He croaked out, cheeks flushing brightly as you released a loud cackle, your eyes tearing up at your precious best friend.
You and Wonwoo had first properly met at the start of college, which was baffling considering you both had gone to the same highschool for four years without uttering so much as a single word to one another. It wasn’t to say you'd been completely blind to his existence that entire time, he had just always been much more reserved and quiet back then.
Not to mention way too handsome for you to even think about approaching.
If anything, the only people he ever really spoke with was your current mutual group of friends. You remembered meeting Seungkwan junior year, but it wasn’t until you were actually partnered as lab buddies in college that you’d grown close enough to get invited over for a pool party at his friend Soonyoungs place. Kwan had been in the middle of introducing you to Jihoon when a few people shouting from across the yard had stolen your attention, you could hardly recognize the goofy grinned boy who was getting flicked after losing a punishment game to be the same shy Wonwoo whom you’d only ever snuck spare glances at for the past four years.
The first thing you noticed was just how effortlessly funny he secretly was. Never in your life would you have guessed that Wonwoo, who only a few years prior refused to even make eye contact as you borrowed his pen, would’ve been right in front of you borderline screaming his lungs out into a karaoke machine. You and everyone else couldn’t breathe laughing as he strained to sing as high as his uncharacteristically deep voice could manage, all in an attempt to beat Soonyoung's high score. The entire night he continued to crack the most absurd one liners, which somehow felt even funnier because of just how impassive he usually was at school. You couldn’t contain the fit of giggles that escaped you practically every time he spoke, all while his hyungs encouraged him and wheezed in fits of laughter by your side.
The second thing you noticed was just how much the two of you actually had in common, your first real conversation sparking from an in depth discussion of FPS games, resulting in a borderline nerd off between the two of you for the rest of the party. You both got along so well that you had made plans for a duo match later that night, which then led into exchanging numbers, and then discord tags. You soon discovered a mutual love of classic movies, which turned into weekly film nights, then sleepovers, which led to grabbing breakfast together, then lunch… The two of you eventually spent so much time together that Wonwoo suggested you become roommates.
It was an offer that you agreed to almost instantly.
It worked perfectly. You each liked to have your own space, but not too much as you both got lonely pretty frequently. And the best part about two introverts living together meant that you also understood each other's social battery, which for some reason never really drained around Wonwoo. It wasn’t uncommon for one person to knock on the other's door out of boredom, asking to have a movie night or a meal together, or even just relax quietly in each other's presence. He was easy to talk to, listened to your ramblings and never judged. You’d rant to him whenever anything bothered you or made you upset, but you always made sure not to take it too far as you never wanted to risk making him uncomfortable.
But you were feeling a bit too loose tonight, maybe it was the alcohol buzzing through your system or the fact that you had just dumped your boyfriend a few days prior. Maybe it was the frustration you’d been bottling up at how shittily your, now ex, treated you for the past year. Everything was slipping through your lips a lot easier than usual, even the information you typically kept close to your chest was pouring out without any filter.
As was evidenced by the abrupt confession about your sex life.
“I thought things were, um, really good between you two on that front?” Wonwoo let out, his brows furrowing together in pure confusion. “I mean you never really talked to me about that stuff, but the noises coming from your room—“
“Fake. All of it.” You snorted, and the look on Wonwoo’s face was so comical you had to force your dizzy head not to fall over laughing. “What can I say, I’m one hell of an actress.”
Wonwoo had to practically wrench his gaping mouth shut, taking a swig of his beer as he seemed to mull over that information. You knew he wasn’t a big drinker, but after you came home practically begging to have a few drinks together to get your mind off of the hellish week you’d had he couldn’t just say no. Letting him have a few beers was the best you could compromise, as you were left to down the harder alcohol sitting in front of you both.
“Is that why you guys broke up?” He asked carefully, testing the waters. Your eyes widened slightly, realizing you’d never actually explained the details to Wonwoo, partially because the wound was still fresh but also because it was yet another embarrassing situation that made you feel small and vulnerable. You gave him a gentle smile and shook your head no, allowing the alcohol to explain for you.
“He’d been texting other girls for the past three months.” You sighed, pouring yourself another glass. “Wasn’t even careful about it either, he got a tinder and a hinge notification while I was over one night. What a dumbass.”
You downed the shot, this one burning your throat slightly more than the rest and you scowled at the feeling. It pissed you off, the fact that you wasted a year of your life with such a shithead and there was nothing to show for it in the end. Wonwoo’s silence might’ve been your cue to shut up if you’d been sober, but your inebriated brain just took it as an invitation to continue.
“I think the part that confused me the most was that I actually felt so relieved when I found out.” You put the shot glass on the coffee table, Wonwoo raised a brow in surprise. “I mean yeah, I was fucking furious about it. Woke that asshole up by dumping a cup of water directly on his head, packed my stuff and didn’t look back once.”
You fidgeted with the soju bottle, thinking over all the conflicting feelings you’d been working through the past few days. “But once I saw those notifications on his phone it really just kinda put everything into perspective for me, I guess. I don’t think I ever once actually imagined a future with the guy. I think, secretly, I always wanted some kind of excuse to end things.”
You adjusted your hand, even all the alcohol in your system suddenly wasn’t enough. “It probably makes me a bitch to say this, but I don’t think I meant it a single time I told him I loved him.” You winced slightly at your own words, a sliver of guilt trailing up your spine. “I would’ve felt bad if I didn’t say it back, you know? We were together for a while, and it’s not like I’m getting any younger.”
Wonwoo shook his head. “You’re not a bitch.” Your eyes shifted to study his face, his expression concerned but his eyes soft. “I’ve been here the entire time, every fight and every argument. The guy was a douchebag.”
You offered him a grateful smile, Wonwoo was always there. He comforted you and listened to you during even the absolute worst moments of your relationship, but never once did he tell you to break up with him. It confused you, since most of your friends came to that very same conclusion any time you so much as brought Si-woo’s name up.
“... Why don’t you ever… talk bad about him?” You remembered sniffling into a crumpled tissue, leaning into Wonwoo’s shoulder after finishing a particularly rough venting session. You’d just bawled your eyes out after the usual spat with Si-woo, and Wonwoo was rubbing slow, comforting circles on your back.
He furrowed his brows together and paused his motions. “What do you mean?”
“You listen to me cry and complain about him so much, usually Hao or Jihoon get sick of it and tell me to just dump him already.” You hiccuped slightly, and you noticed his lip curl up in amusement. “But you never say anything… Doesn't it bother you? That I still stay with him even after all of this?”
“I hate that you’re hurting, and I don’t like seeing you sad.” He frowned slightly, and brushed a strand of hair from your tear stained cheeks. “But if you have to cry, I’m just glad I can be here so you’re not feeling these things alone.”
He playfully placed his index finger between your eyebrows and pushed your head back softly, you laughed and another hiccup escaped “I trust that you would leave him if you felt like it was the right thing to do. I don’t think offering up solutions and badmouthing him while you’re in so much distress will help anything.” His gentle smile practically froze you in place, the genuineness in his tone melting away any lingering tears.
“I’m always here, if you ever need someone to just listen.”
That singular moment provided you more comfort than you could ever remember receiving from someone. You weren’t scared to talk about your feelings anymore, you didn’t have to hide your emotions around Wonwoo like you might’ve done around the other guys. But it also disappointed you to a certain degree, because in all honesty if there was anyone you wanted to tell you to end things with Si-woo… It was him.
You knew you’d developed feelings for Wonwoo about a month after meeting him. It wasn’t hard, with how easily the two of you had bonded and how breathtakingly handsome he was. It was more difficult to actually keep it a secret, as you were both practically inseparable and he was always looking at you with such kind eyes and the prettiest smile.
The thought of confessing never so much as crossed your mind. You never dared even speak about it aloud, not even to your friends, but the feelings involuntarily stuck around longer than you anticipated. One month of friendship turned into two, then three turned into four, and when you hit a year was when it all came to a crashing stop.
Your friend Mingyu had set Wonwoo up on a blind date with someone from his job, and they ended up becoming official not long after.
Hana was her name, gorgeous with long dark hair and wispy lashes, she had a model figure and the most charming Daegu dialect. She suited Wonwoo well, the two of them immediately becoming an absolute powerhouse of a couple in terms of visuals. You congratulated your friend and his new girlfriend with smiles and squeals of course, but it did nothing to stop the silent cries you’d given your pillow the weeks following. It took time, it took effort, and it took a lot of strength, but you eventually got past it.
Si-woo was your first venture into dating after properly getting over your little crush, about a year after Hana and Wonwoo got together. He treated you like a princess in the beginning, and you had to admit it helped soothe that leftover ache.
It was the small moments, the good moments with Si-woo where you felt yourself properly moving forward, moving past all those lingering feelings. But it was the bad moments that made you regret it, the ones where he would search through your phone while you went to the bathroom, the ones where he would ignore you for days because you were laughing a little too much at one of Dokyeom’s jokes, the ones where he wouldn’t take you on any dates unless you agreed to pay for them.
It wasn’t right, all your friends knew it and you did too, but routine can be a scarily addictive thing.
You remember being proud of yourself for not feeling much when Wonwoo had told you he and Hana had broken up, roughly a month into your own relationship with Si-woo. Obviously you felt concern for your friend’s wellbeing, for his mental state and whether or not he was heartbroken over it all. But you didn’t squeak in concealed excitement, you didn’t jump for joy behind closed doors, and you didn’t go to bed picturing yourself and Wonwoo’s first date like you probably would have a year prior.
You might’ve felt a little bit of happiness. But only a little.
“Look at you, finally saying something bad about him.” You chuckled, watching your own hand pour soju into a glass as if you had no control over it. “I’m surprised you held back for so long, Hao always had lots of creative words to describe Si-woo. “
“I’m not gonna lie, keeping it in was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.” You snickered outwardly as he exhaled. “But you needed someone to listen. That was much more important than making it known how badly I wanted to shove his head into a wall.”
“Tell that to Cheol, he almost strangled the guy when I told him half the shit he did.” A sigh escaped and you softly swished the soju against the shot glass. “I mean honestly, when he used to get mad at me for hanging out with the guys? Calling the video games I played childish, nagging me if I wore something even slightly revealing to class, the list goes on and on.”
Wonwoo shook his head with a huff. “I never knew how you dealt with him, I respected it, but I never understood it.”
“I honestly have no idea either, dude.” You exhaled, your cheeks puffing as you leaned your head back to look at the ceiling fan. “What’s even worse is I faked so many orgasms for that fucker just so he wouldn’t feel bad, I gave the performance of a goddamn lifetime too!”
“You were doing charity work honestly.” He chuckled, sipping his beer once more. “I don’t think I remember you ever saying a single good thing about the guy while you were together, isn’t that crazy?”
“That’s because there wasn’t.” You snickered, your eyes glancing to look at Wonwoo once more. “The worst was when we fought about you, though.”
His brow furrowed in confusion. “Me?” You nodded, smiling at his expression. “You never once mentioned you guys having arguments because of me?”
“I never wanted you to feel bad because of it.” You shrugged a single shoulder, the rest of your muscles completely relaxed. “You’re my roommate. You’re also an attractive guy. He was a controlling and jealous asshole. It’s pretty easy to put two and two together with how he’d react.”
Wonwoo seemed conflicted, as if unsure whether to apologize for causing issues or to agree with the sentiment of Si-woo being a terrible partner. Your next words came out like an echo, and your mind was much too slow to stop them from spilling out before they reached your tongue.
“To be fair, he was right to be worried.”
A stifling silence fell upon the cozy living room, and you weren’t even able to fully process what you had actually said because you were too busy taking another shot. The movement of it made you feel fuzzy, and the look Wonwoo was giving you made you giggle.
“What? What’s that supposed to mean?” His eyes were slightly narrowed, and his mouth looked oh so attractive at the moment you just wanted to crawl over and nibble on it. A stray laugh escaped your mouth.
“I had a crush on you, dumbass.” You hiccuped, using your hands to emphasize something large. “A biiiiig one, a long time ago~”
You reached down to pour another shot but Wonwoo stopped your hand. You frowned, watching as he brought the soju bottle and glass to his side and away from you.
“If you’re just gonna sit there drinking your little beer like a baby, one of us has to at least finish all the real alcohol!” You whined, pushing your arm out and attempting to snatch the bottle back weakly.
Wonwoo was still for a moment, and instead of giving in to your complaints proceeded to take a long swig from the bottle itself. You couldn’t hide the dumb grin growing on your face as he drank it all down in one go, a couple of coughs escaping to show his unfamiliarity with the drink.
“There, all gone. No more for you.” He spoke while clearing his throat, and your head was barely able to comprehend the fact that he was right. The bottle Wonwoo had just finished was the last, everything else on the table being empty or with just enough to fill a cap full. You groaned.
“We should go get moreee, you need to get on my level so we’re even.” You grunted, attempting to stand up from your seat on the floor but stumbling and falling back down in your original spot.
“I don’t think any amount of alcohol would ever get me to the state you’re in right now.” Wonwoo chuckled, his voice low and deep, practically giving you goosebumps. “You should get ready for bed before you black yourself out.”
“You promised you’d distract me from my shitty week, if you send me to my room all I’m gonna do is drive myself insane thinking about everything.” You pouted, swaying slightly and giving your roommate a questioning brow. “Are you going back on your word? Abandoning your drunk, sad, pitiful friend like this?”
Wonwoo let out a deep sigh and you knew you had him, he grabbed his beer once more and took his final sip of it before placing it on the coffee table. “Fine, what do you want to do?”
“Games.” You clapped excitedly, shaking your head when Wonwoo started crawling over to set up the PlayStation a few feet from you both. “Not video games, board games! Or a card game or something.”
“I’m pretty sure we left all our physical stuff at Jun’s place last time we all hung out.” Wonwoo frowned after peering through the glass cubbies of your media cabinet. “I’m not sure we have anything here to play with.”
You thought for a moment, eyeing down the empty shot glass when the idea sprang up almost instantly. “What about ‘Questions’? We haven’t played that in so long!”
“A drinking game? Did you forget that I just downed the rest of the alcohol?” Wonwoo motioned to the table, scratching the back of his neck. “The whole point is to drink if you can’t answer.”
“We can just answer everything then!” You snickered, watching as Wonwoo rubbed his eyes under his glasses, no doubt exhausted by your behavior tonight. “Orrrr we can bet. Whoever doesn’t answer first has to do whatever the winner wants.”
He looked at you for a moment, considering. Those spare seconds allowed your delirious mind to subtly ogle your roommate, your mouth drying up just from a mere once-over of him. He picked out the most basic, comfortable clothes he owned, a plain cotton black tee with loose fitting black sweats, and yet it always baffled you how he still managed to look runway ready. His long black hair was messy, and the itch to run your hands through it all was interrupted when Wonwoo moved to settle in and leaned his elbow on the table, his chin resting in his palm.
“Fine, deal. You first then.” He nodded towards you and you couldn’t help the feelings of excitement and happiness that bubbled up in your stomach. You sat up straight to think.
“If you had to make out with one of the guys, who would you choose?” You cackled loudly as Wonwoo scrunched his face in disgust at the question. He hesitated for a while, and you grinned thinking you might’ve already won.
“Jeonghan, but specifically when he had his long hair.” You let out a noise of approval but he visibly shivered at the thought. “I’d simply close my eyes and try not to think about it.”
“Hot.” Wonwoo threw a stray couch pillow at your face in retaliation and you snorted a laugh. “Jokinggg~ It’s your turn.”
“… So, when exactly did you have that little crush on me?” You rolled your eyes.
“Not letting that confession slip past, I see?” You scoffed at his small self satisfied smirk, the urge to kiss it off fighting every nerve in your intoxicated head. “You’re so obvious, trying to fluster me… but I’m over it buddy. Those dazzling charms don’t work on me anymore!”
“I’m not hearing an answer.” Wonwoo hummed, the corner of his eyes crinkling to match his smile. “Should I take that as me winning? Or~”
You sighed and gave in reluctantly. “A few weeks after becoming friends.” His smile turned to a look of genuine surprise and you suddenly felt a bit self conscious at airing it all out.
“That early on?” He spoke uncharacteristically gently, and you nodded slowly. His brow furrowed. “Why didn’t you ever tell me—“
“Woah there buddy, not your turn anymore!” You laughed a bit anxiously, already trying to think of a question that would get him to lose lest he keep pressing the subject. “My turn now!”
Wonwoo appeared disappointed but motioned a hand for you to continue. The hammering in your chest was a little too hard, and you weren’t sure if it was just because of the soju anymore.
“Why did you and Hana break up?” You spoke softly. In your head it was a sure fire way of winning, he had never told anyone the reason, not even the guys. You respected his privacy enough not to prod the subject, but you figured if there was any time to casually ask about it, it was while the soju was still thrumming strong in your veins. He stayed quiet for a few beats, and right when you were sure you had won, he sighed before answering.
“We never actually loved each other.” He spoke quietly, almost to the point where you had to strain to hear him. “We distracted each other for a decent amount of time, but that’s pretty much it.”
You knitted your brows together, shocked at how his one answer managed to cause a million other questions to run through your mind. What on earth did he mean by that? Him and Hana were a match made in heaven as far as you were able to see, both of them practically glowing whenever they had each other around. They never fought, always went on dates, hell she even stayed over at the apartment a few times.
“When did it stop?” Wonwoo’s voice tore you out of your own racing thoughts, and you looked at him dumbly.
“What?”
“The feelings you had for me.” He specified, his tone a lot more serious compared to when you began. “When did they stop?”
You swallowed dryly. If you were to be completely honest with yourself, they never went away. The overwhelming crush you had on him had been gone for a while now, but nothing ever really stopped those lingering feelings that still sat heavy in the back of your chest. If they were gone, why were you still finding him as gloriously kissable as the day you’d met.
“When you started dating Hana. I officially gave up around that time.” You let out whatever the liquor allowed you to, trying not to ponder too hard on it. “I mean, I couldn’t exactly have feelings for a taken guy, what would that make me?” An awkward chuckle escaped as you did your best to diffuse the tension a bit.
Wonwoo’s expression was unreadable, and your brain wasn’t even focused on the game anymore. Your head simply became muddled with questions, barely able to remember that you were only allowed to ask one at a time.
“What do you mean by ‘distracted each other’?” It was an odd thing to say no matter how you put it, and there was no guarantee that even if Wonwoo felt that way that Hana did as well. And maybe it was a delusional one track minded bias towards your roommate, but you didn’t want to think that he was just using her either.
“When Mingyu set us up, I had feelings for someone else at the time.” Your eyebrows raised in surprise at the new piece of information, Wonwoo distracted himself by picking at his fingernails. “And when I met Hana, she told me she had feelings for someone else as well. But she said that it would never work out, she was extremely resigned to that fact.”
It took you all but a minute to put the pieces together.
“… Mingyu?” You asked, Wonwoo nodded.
“The person she liked most set her up on a dozen blind dates, how much harder can you really friendzone someone?” You nodded in understanding, feeling a heavy amount of pity for the poor girl. “My own self confidence was pretty low at the time, so we kind of just saw ourselves in one another. We did actually try dating at first but it never really felt right, it became more like a mutual partnership than anything else. We talked a lot, mostly about how hard it was to bottle everything up. We’d go out but would never hold hands, we’d sleep over but I would always take the floor, I’d pat her back while she sobbed over Mingyu and she’d listen to me vent till we knocked out. We just… helped each other. Distracted ourselves for a bit.”
You nodded in thought, noticing a small weight lift off your chest. What he had with Hana was companionship, it was sweet and caring but never romantic. It slightly fascinated you that they were able to maintain such a platonic relationship for an entire year, and baffled you even more that neither even came close to falling for each other when they were both such attractive people inside and out.
“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Wonwoo’s voice came out slightly strained, prompting you to give him your full attention. He suddenly seemed… frustrated? Upset? You weren’t sure, but the tightening of his jaw and downward gaze made your heart clench just from looking at him.
You could’ve lied, you could’ve said a half truth like being scared of ruining your friendship or that you just hadn’t thought about all that in forever. The alcohol flowing through your bloodstream had other plans though, and you had no restraint as you felt the real answer pour out without a second guess.
“What? And embarrass myself?” You laughed airily, watching Wonwoo’s expression tighten slightly. The most you could offer him was a shrug. “It was more like a fantasy to me, something I used to daydream about. Trust me, I am very self aware of where I rank on the attractiveness scale, especially compared to you. Telling you would’ve done nothing but humiliate the shit out of me, and getting rejected would have sent me spiraling.”
Wonwoo frowned, looking up at you with his brows scrunched in concentration. “Did I do something to come across as unapproachable to you? I hope you know I’d never ever make you feel bad over something like that.”
You shook your head immediately. “Nothing like that at all.” The fuzziness in your brain made your words slur a bit, and you paused before continuing. “I just meant I’ve always thought of you as way too out of my league to even consider—“
Silence.
Wonwoo’s conflicted expression dropped altogether, a small smile forming not too long after. Fine, maybe you’d just hinted that you still thought that way now. But what did you have to lose at this point? He knew about the crush, and there wasn’t much else for you to really expose about yourself. The feeling was oddly liberating, not having to hide or keep it all in anymore. Surely your sober self will be mortified in the morning, but right now you were simply enjoying the freedom that came with your inebriated state.
Just when you were about to scoff out something about never boosting his ego like that ever again, you noticed that the smile that had appeared faded just as quickly. You held your breath, his gaze becoming stone serious.
“I never want to hear you bringing yourself down like that, you have it completely backwards.” The sudden sincerity in his tone took you by complete surprise. “I’m sorry if I’ve ever come across as indifferent to you, but I do think you have severely underestimated just how breathtaking you are.”
Your eyes widened, utterly dumbfounded by the abrupt admittance. In the past three years Wonwoo had only explicitly called you attractive a handful of times, each one forever being burned into your memory as something to cherish. Granted it wouldn’t exactly have been appropriate for him to constantly be calling you hot while he had a girlfriend or when you had a boyfriend, but it just made the flattery he did give that much more heartfelt and genuine.
You felt your cheeks burn warm and you suddenly became incredibly overwhelmed by the temperature of the living room, pressing the back of your palm to your forehead briefly in a half-assed attempt to cool your face. You offered him a small smile, trying to play off how affected you become just from his praise alone.
“Jeon Wonwoo,” you begin, a mock warning in your voice. “You’re not sly, I know you’re still trying to fluster me.”
“Maybe my goal is to get you to fall for me all over again~” He wiggled his brow, and you felt your eyes roll back for the millionth time that night. “Your turn, go.”
You tried to think of anything other than the one real question that kept stubbornly pushing its way into the front of your mind. You knew it had the power to either help you move on, hurt you, or… something else. You weren’t sure, but one look at Wonwoo and it felt almost as if he knew what you were thinking. Without wasting another second, the question tumbled out without a spare thought.
“You mentioned having feelings for someone when you started dating Hana…” You licked your lips, trying to sound as casual as you could but failing miserably. “Who was it?”
The stare you gave Wonwoo was anything but subtle, but you didn’t care. Your heart pounded, palms sweated, face heated as you found that you didn’t care to hide it anymore. It had been years since the “end” of your crush and you had already spilled everything tonight, the least he could do was give you the closure you’d been craving all this—
“You.”
You froze, your breath catching in your throat as Wonwoo offered a genuine smile. You simultaneously wanted to smack it off and kiss it off at the same time. You had to remind yourself that this was years ago he was talking about, not now. It was the only thing grounding you to the spot and keeping yourself from lunging at him.
“You’re such a dumbass.” You let slip, making Wonwoo’s smile fall slightly from his face. “What kind of idiot gets into a relationship with another girl when he has a crush on someone else? Talk about self sabotage.”
“Now how the hell was I supposed to know you liked me too?”
“Dude, you really think I actually enjoyed just sitting there and watching you play League for five hours straight?”
“Do you think I enjoyed driving you to the official Sanrio store every week to look at the same five plushies you were never gonna buy?”
“… Touché.”
You both let out a stream of chuckles, but your muddled mind couldn’t let go of the fact that at one point in time, you both had feelings for one another. The guy who you dreamt and fantasized about for a year straight had liked you. Not only that, but he’d liked you even when he was with Hana, one of the most beautiful girls you’d ever seen. Your heated blood combined with the temperature of the room grew to be almost unbearable.
“If you don’t mind me asking, then…” You picked at a stray thread coming from the bottom of your shorts to keep yourself busy. “When did the feelings stop? On your end, I mean.”
You looked up at Wonwoo when he remained quiet, his expression unreadable. You raised an irritated brow at him when you couldn’t handle the silence anymore, and he grinned mischievously.
“I would answer, but it’s not your turn~” He hummed, you groaned.
“Fine, go.” He didn’t even hesitate to ask his next question, your entire body tensed.
“You said the thought of us together was like a fantasy to you,” your finger that had been picking at a thread pulled it out a little too harshly, “what kinda stuff did you fantasize about?”
The copious amount of alcohol in your bloodstream wasn’t nearly enough to answer any easier than if you were sober. You couldn’t quite look at his face, but felt only a portion of the truth slip past your lips. It took every ounce of strength in your body to restrain yourself from exposing more than needed.
“Just, you know, stuff that everyone thinks about when they like someone.” You shrugged, fighting the blush creeping up your neck. “Going on dates, holding hands, sometimes kissing…”
“Being intimate?” Wonwoo asked and you froze, indirectly answering the question for him. “Was I good at it? In those fantasies?”
You didn’t need to look at him to realize he was probably just messing with you now, and you suddenly felt a small rush of regret for the potential ammo you’ve just given him to tease you for the years to come. Sure, he’d confessed his past feelings too, but that was still nothing in comparison to just how much you’d spilled about yourself tonight.
“Have you ever thought about me? When you were—“
“It’s my turn!” You interjected, eager to get a break from embarrassing yourself further. “You need to answer my question first.”
He shut his mouth and nodded, sitting back slightly with his hands relaxing in his lap. Perhaps it was wishful thinking or the soju clouding your brain, but after finally looking at his face again you noticed he seemed to be more genuinely curious than joking. His posture was straight, and his demeanor was surprisingly serious for someone who only meant to tease you.
“Same question I asked before.” You spoke softly, looking him up and down. “When did your feelings stop?”
Your heart practically stopped beating when he shook his head, his posture still stiff and seemingly anxious. You crinkled your brow, unsure if you actually understood the meaning of his response.
“They didn’t.” He spoke a bit shakily with a nervous grin plastered on, you felt a clump form in the back of your throat. “I ended things with Hana because I started feeling bad. We used to be pretty balanced when it came to communication, but after you started dating Si-woo… Let’s just say she listened to me vent a lot more than was healthy for either of us.”
You stayed quiet and unbearably still, afraid that moving would wake you from the potential dream you were currently experiencing.
“No matter how hard I tried, I’ve just never been able to stop thinking about you.” He mumbled carefully, eyeing your reaction. “But that’s not to say I can’t suppress it, as long as I have you in my life at all I’m more than happy. Even if it’s just as friends—“
“I used to go to sleep imagining what your lips would feel like.” You croaked out before you could stop yourself. Wonwoo’s eyes widened. “They just… they always looked so soft… I wanted to kiss you until I felt like I couldn’t breathe anymore.”
“Wh— What…” He stuttered out, swallowing loudly. “Um, what else did you think about?”
“Whenever I went into your room while you were playing a game, I’d imagine you grabbing my waist and pulling me into your lap.” You shuddered slightly, watching Wonwoo’s eyes darken. “I thought about h-how your hand might feel squeezing my thighs, my waist… brushing under my shirt.”
“You remember that heat wave we had a few months ago? The one where our AC broke for a week straight?” He tilted his head slightly as he looked you up and down, you nodded your head slowly. “I lied about the maintenance guy being booked. I just wanted to see you walking around the apartment in that skimpy little tank top and those silk short-shorts a little longer.”
You smiled at that, your blood pumping faster at the thought that you might’ve affected him just as much as he affected you. Your eyes locked on the pair of lips that had plagued your mind for years and your mouth went dry.
“I used to think to myself a lot, about how hot you look in those glasses.” You spoke dumbly, biting your bottom lip as if to reign it in for the time being. “I always wanted to know if they stayed on. Whenever you…“
His brow raised almost instantly at your question, he smiled a little and adjusted the pair of glasses almost instinctively. You all but drooled at the sight, finding it nearly impossible to control anything at this point.
”They tend to either fall off or fog up, so I typically just take them off.” Wonwoo said, seeming to think over his next sentence carefully. “But I guess I wouldn’t mind trying to keep them on, if it was something my partner was into.”
You had to force yourself not to nod subconsciously, your veins thrumming at the very familiar fantasy of a half naked Wonwoo holding himself above you in his dorky little glasses. Instead you chose to shift your position to sit on your hands, lest your arms decide to reach out and touch the very tempting man seated across from you.
“Have you ever thought about me?” You scrunch your nose at Wonwoo, making it clear you didn’t fully understand his question. He let out a slightly shaky breath but spoke in a voice that oozed seriousness. “When touching yourself… Did the thought of me ever make you…”
You grinned and bit down the blunt ‘orgasm?’ that attempted to spring from your throat haphazardly. You looked towards the floor, still a slight bit anxious despite everything already having been aired in the open.
“I’d say nearly every time.” You chuckled softly, the silence that followed not going unnoticed. “I felt really guilty and awful, especially since I was dating Si-woo at the time and I also felt like I was objectifying my best friend. But then somehow it kinda ended up being the only way I could get that release, it’s fucked up I know… I should’ve just tried porn or something—“
“I thought you said you stopped liking me after I started dating Hana?”
You froze, gaining an entire arms worth of goosebumps at the note of realization in Wonwoo’s tone. You licked your dry lips, willing your voice not to crack.
“Uh, y-yeah. I did.”
“But you started seeing Si-woo after me and Hana got together.”
“O-oh, yeah you’re right I was probably just confused—“
“So you lied then?” Wonwoo’s posture was arrow straight, not a single hint as to what could possibly be happening in his brain. “You still liked me, even after I started dating Hana?”
You looked him in the eyes, mouth opening and closing but the words remained stuck in the back of your throat. He waited patiently, eyes locked in and tracking every move you dared to make, from the ragged breaths you took to your fidgeting fingers gripping the carpet fibers.
“… I lied.” You nodded, unable to look away from his piercing gaze. “I-I mean the enormous crush I had on you disappeared but… those feelings are still—“
Wonwoo didn’t wait for you to finish, he stood from his place across the coffee table and walked over to sit next to you. Your eyes followed his movements nervously, shifting awkwardly to give him a few inches of space.
Both of you now sat with your backs to the foot of the couch, your bodies facing forward with your heads turned towards one another. Wonwoo studied your face carefully and you swore you felt your cheeks burn an impossible shade of red.
“You know I won, right?” Wonwoo smiled softly, causing your intoxicated brain to stutter at the sudden shift in topic.
“What?”
“You lied to me. That counts as refusing to answer a question.” He shrugged slightly. “That means I won the game.”
You huffed out in mild annoyance, acknowledging that there was some validity in his reasoning. You were the one who rattled on yourself, there was no sense in fighting him.
“Fine, you won.” You admitted with a sigh, pouting out your bottom lip. An act that immediately caught Wonwoo’s gaze, and you felt your heart pick up its pace slightly.
“I believe there was a bet in place too,” Wonwoo spoke slowly, inching slightly closer to your side, “the loser has to do whatever the winner wants,” he brought his hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his finger grazing your cheek and causing you to shiver, “do you remember?”
You nodded softly, anxiety and nervousness and excitement all bubbling up together in one big mesh of feelings within your chest. The proximity of your face to Wonwoo’s was close, but he was hesitating slightly and you were itching to pull him into you already.
“Is this okay?” Wonwoo asked shakily, cupping your chin and pressing his forehead to yours. “Is it okay if I kiss you?”
You nodded once more, a little too enthusiastically this time. Your hands slid up to wrap around his neck and lock him in place, as if subconsciously terrified of him changing his mind.
“God yes…” You practically whispered, Wonwoo smiled softly at your words. “Please, I—“
The kiss was gentle, at least at first. Nothing but the soft feeling of pressing lips together and the closeness it provided. And yet at the same time it felt like a gong being smacked in your head, ringing throughout your ears and reverberating throughout your entire body. The motion of his lips moving against your own combined with his scent, the feeling of his calloused thumb stroking your cheek so carefully, it made you feel lightheaded. It was as if you were floating on nothing, completely weightless, the only thing grounding you being Wonwoo’s lips on yours.
He pulled away too quickly, looking at you seemingly for some kind of confirmation that what you both were doing was still okay. You gave him another quick nod, and he immediately dove back in.
The second time was much more intense, both of your eagerness quickly surpassing Wonwoo’s original intent to keep it slow and steady. Your lips moved languidly, opening slightly in an attempt to deepen the kiss to which he hungrily accepted. His hand hurriedly shifted to the back of your head to grab a handful of hair and tug it gently, it lowered to your neck, to your shoulders, to your arms, your waist. He gave you a squeeze and pulled you closer, almost like he couldn’t feel enough of you as quickly as he wanted. You clung on to the back of his neck like your life depended on it, relishing in the firm grip of his hands on your waist.
Your blood was on fire, every inch of you burning to be touched and to get closer to him. Your head grew dizzy from the very thought that any of this was actually happening, that Wonwoo was kissing you like he needed it to survive, that you were kissing him back. You almost didn’t believe it was real, that any moment now you’d wake up in a puddle of sweat in your bed and panting like a damn dog. If your hands weren’t the only thing steadying you from the exhilarating feeling of Wonwoo’s lips on yours you might’ve tried pinching your thigh to wake yourself up.
After a few breathless moments Wonwoo pulled his mouth away, moving to kiss your jaw up and down, his favorite spot being right below your ear. The sound of his heavy breathing caused your entire body to shiver and you practically felt his smirk press into your skin. His mouth moved to the crook of your neck, licking slowly and sensually before sucking the places he especially liked. His mouth trailed back up your neck to nibble on a particularly sensitive spot and you involuntarily let out a small whine.
Wonwoo froze, and you started panicking.
“Oh god I-I’m so sorry, I can’t believe I sound like that I’ll be more quiet—“
He dove back in to kiss you with a renewed fervor, his hands gripping your sides as if to anchor him as he let out a muffled groan. You gasped into his lips as he kissed you roughly, drinking you in as much as physically possible.
You couldn’t stop the satisfied smile that grew on your lips as you climbed yourself into Wonwoo’s lap, causing him to release an incredibly strained moan. His arms tightened around you, and his hands dipped under your sweater to make skin to skin contact with your waist. You arched into it, encouraging him as those same hands trailed up your back and down your spine, sending waves of tingles throughout your body.
The two of you continued to kiss heatedly as Wonwoo proceeded to explore your stomach and upper ribs, not allowing himself nor you the pleasure of touching just a little higher and causing you to whine repeatedly. He seemed to partially enjoy being a tease, partially hate torturing himself by holding back.
“I-I can’t… Touch…” Wonwoo mumbled out between wet kisses, you eventually detached yourself from his mouth to return the favor of sucking and licking his neck, somewhat allowing him to get a few more words out. “I can’t touch you…”
You frowned slightly and nibbled on his collarbone before pulling away to face him. His hair was a wreck and sticking up everywhere, his glasses were fogged and barely hanging off the edge of his nose, his pale skin was beginning to flush and his eyes were lidded and dilated. If you hadn’t known that the guy had been sipping the same beer for the past two hours you might’ve thought he was completely hammered.
“Why? Why not?” You crinkled a brow, placing your hands around his own that had been gently stroking the skin just above your stomach. “It’d feel so nice, soft, sensitive…” You slowly inched his hands higher, and felt his fingers subconsciously brush against the underside of your breast. Wonwoo let out a surprised grunt and you silently celebrated your choice of going braless beneath your oversized sweater. You tilted your head all the way back and leaned into his touch with a whimper, trying to get him to do it again.
“Fuck, fuck…” Wonwoo practically whispered, his breath hitching as he closed his eyes in an attempt to regain his control. He took a few deep breaths but froze his motions completely much to your irritation, you huffed out in frustration and wiggled in his lap impatiently causing whatever remaining strings were left in him to snap.
He removed one of his hands and used it to pull you closer to him. His hand roughly gripped the back of your head to rest on his shoulder while his other traveled to your sternum, still not quite close enough to touch your breasts but enough to make you audibly groan out.
“Are you trying to fucking torture me, huh?” He choked out, his already deep voice managing to go two octaves lower. “I’ve thought about this moment for years. You know how easily I could make you come right here? Right now?”
You whined and nodded quickly, feeling his hand sliding back downwards toward your navel. His mouth was pressed right against your ear, and the sound of his heavy breathing was fueling the boiling ache between your legs like nothing else.
“But no. I’m gonna take my time. I want to spend hours on you. I want to make sure you come back begging for me to touch you again.” His fingers trail the outline of your panties, causing you to shiver. “I’ll fuck you so good and dirty that it’s all you think about for months. You’ll be coming to my room in the middle of the night craving my tongue, and I guarantee my face will be buried between those thighs till you’re dumb and limp.”
Your entire body tensed up as the fire in your blood burned hotter, your whimpers became desperate as the desire to grind down on Wonwoo grew exponentially stronger. He seemed to catch on to this, immediately moving his hands to your hips to stall any movement. You groan out in irritation.
“But, I refuse to do any of that when you’re drunk.” His once incredibly lustful tone turned into one of gentleness and patience. You moved back from his shoulder to meet his eyes, gleaming with sincerity. “I need you to be completely aware of what we’re doing. I need you to be one hundred percent certain that this is something you want. And you definitely can’t do that right now.”
You pouted and were about to argue when you felt a spell of dizziness hit like a slap to the face. You gripped his shoulder to stabilize yourself, and his hold on your waist hardened to help steady you.
“See I know you’re right, but part of me is even more turned on that you’re being a good person and not taking advantage of me.”
Wonwoo laughed audibly, his goofy smile warming your heart and instantly reminding you of how you came to fall for him in the first place. You leaned in to offer another slow, languid kiss to which he accepted. The fact that you could do that now, just kiss him whenever you wanted to, it was genuinely like a dream you never wanted to wake up from. You sneakily attempted to escalate the kiss before you felt your head being tugged back.
“That’s enough, bedtime.” You whined.
“Now tell me why the hell you riled me up that much if you were just going to send me to bed.” You frowned, pouting as Wonwoo chuckled.
“I held back for three years, do you have any idea how much self control it’s taking just for me to stop?” He smiled, fidgeting with a loose strand of your hair. “I can wait one more day, but first I need to make sure you don’t wake up regretting all this.”
You shook your head quickly, not wanting that thought to plague his mind for even a second. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and leaned in to hug him, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck.
“Never. I could never regret any of this.” You murmured, feeling your eyes flutter shut. A rumbling from his chest that indicated a soft laugh reverberated through your body, and you distantly felt yourself getting picked up off the ground and taken into your own bed.
As you felt the familiarity of your blankets and sheets being tucked in tightly around you, you realized he had no intention to stay. It took ninety nine percent of your inebriated brain’s capacity, but you managed to quickly snatch one of his hands before he turned to go to his own room.
“Stay tonight..” you mumbled out without even opening your eyes, you felt his hand tense. “I won’t do anything, just stay…”
The last thing you felt was the feeling of the bed sinking in next to you as you drifted into a dreamless sleep.
-
You were hot.
Extremely hot.
Did you forget to take off your clothes before bed last night? You typically slept in your underwear for that exact reason.
You shifted your legs slightly and grunted out when you felt the thick lining of your favorite sweatpants rub against one another. No wonder.
You adjusted your position in an attempt to remove the pants when you suddenly found yourself locked in place, a heavy weight over your shoulder pressing down and restricting you from moving freely. Not only that, a warm, soft hand was gently wrapped around your own.
Your eyes flew open as you suddenly became extremely aware of the predicament you’d put yourself in. His breathing felt slow and steady, indicating that the former still hadn’t woken up yet. His mouth seemed to be directly behind your neck, if the warm air continuously tickling the back of it was any indication. You let out a small shiver at the feeling.
And to make matters even worse, the hard length that seemed to be poking into your leg definitely belonged to none other than the guy you viciously made out with last night.
IT WAS REAL?!
The splitting headache you’d initially felt completely dissipated as you instead focused on your actions last night. Your first thoughts began with denial, the truth that you’d spilt the entirety of your guts and more to your roommate and best friend who’d just been trying to cheer you up… it was humiliating. Not only that, you practically threw yourself into his lap and shoved your tongue down his throat.
You closed your eyes tightly as you held back the urge to sneak out of bed and run to the nearest airport. Maybe you could vacation to America for a bit, you spoke a decent amount of English, you could get by. Just long enough for Wonwoo to forget how desperate you had behaved last night—
I will never recover from this…
Next came the anger at yourself for drinking that much in the first place, what did you think was going to happen?? You were freshly single, drinking an absurd amount of alcohol around the guy you’d been fantasizing about since you MET him. You could barely control your hormones when you were sober, nevermind when you’re completely wasted.
Yeah, big genius you were.
Not only that, the two of you are roommates. What if things got awkward now? What if you had to avoid each other, what if he’s grossed out—
Wait.
…
He wasn’t grossed out.
In fact, if you remembered correctly, he had muttered absolute filth into your ear about what he wanted to do with you. He’d even been encouraging it as much as you were egging him on, he liked you back. He admitted it himself—
OH MY GOD?!
WONWOO LIKED YOU BACK?!
Your eyes opened once more and your jaw dropped slightly in realization, the soft snores from the man behind you had slowed to a halt and you felt your body tense. His limbs stirred and he lifted his head groggily to check if you were awake.
“Good Morning…” His raspy morning voice caused a tingle to run through your spine, and he didn’t even hesitate to offer a small kiss on your temple before laying back down. Your heart melted, and you slowly moved to pinch yourself slightly just to double check.
It seemed he was hit with a reality check of his own too though, because not long after the kiss you felt his entire body stiffen. He stuttered out, trying to form a sentence but struggling.
“I— uh… are you? O-OH!! Oh I am so sorry—“
He cleared his throat and shifted back slightly, enough so that you wouldn't be able to feel his “morning problem” against you. Your face flushed as you found yourself disappointed by its absence.
“I—it’s okay…” you coughed out, voice hoarse and mouth dry from all the alcohol you’d consumed the night prior. “I didn’t really mind…”
Wonwoo hesitated for a beat but never removed his arms from being wrapped around you, which you took as a good sign. You placed your free hand atop his and squeezed, boldly snuggling further back into his arms to let him know you were okay with being held by him. His muscles relaxed, squeezing you tightly in return and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.
“Do you… Remember last night?” Wonwoo mumbled into your skin, goosebumps prickling your arms at the feeling. “You drank so much, I wouldn’t be surprised if you blacked any of it out…”
“… I remember everything.” You confirmed in a small voice, still a bit anxious for some reason. “At least I think I do? I could have definitely just imagined some portions, I’m not too sure what was fantasy and what was reality.”
Wonwoo laughed softly and you had to admit it was a bit embarrassing, knowing that he was practically sober all night while you had drowned your sorrows in soju and were unable to trust your own recollections.
“How about you tell me what you remember and I’ll let you know if it happened or not then?” Wonwoo suggested, and you felt your heart rate quicken at having to say it all aloud again. You knew that at least some of your memories had to be real, judging from the forehead kiss he’d given you and the clinginess he’d been showing, but what if you had completely imagined the steamy parts? It would be even more embarrassing…
You were way too sober to go through this again.
You sucked in a breath and started easy. “I confessed that I used to have a crush on you last night.”
“Wrong.” Your heart stopped briefly. “You confessed that you still have a crush on me last night. Present tense.”
You elbowed his side softly, causing a deep chuckle to escape his chest. “You know what I meant.” Still, a small bit of pressure was slightly lifted off your shoulders at his confirmation. “You told me you have feelings for me too.”
Wonwoo nodded his answer, his head still buried into your neck. You smiled at that, never once thinking that him returning your crush was even a possibility in the past.
“We—“ you paused, treading into dangerous territory. “We kissed… a lot. I got on your lap.”
You felt him clench his fingers around your own slightly. And before he could confirm or deny the claim, you rushed to get the rest out as well.
“You said some things… Some really, really dirty things…”
“I did.” Wonwoo spoke stiffly, probably embarrassed in his own way. You felt a rush of excitement at the confirmation, and a bit of nervousness as his rigid body tensed up behind you.
You both stayed that way, still and quiet for a few minutes, processing everything that had happened and where to continue from there. It was a lot easier and a lot less nerve wracking when you were drunk, but you gathered enough courage to softly press your behind into Wonwoo’s front.
A grunt of surprise escaped his throat and you sucked in your lip, hoping that it wasn’t too late to collect on last night's promises. You pressed back again, this time rolling your hips slightly in encouragement.
“Y-you… you still want…” Wonwoo groaned, his hand instinctively clinging on to your lower waist to pull you closer into him.
“Yes.” You sighed, wiggling slightly as you heard him suck in a sharp breath. “And for fucks sake touch me this time.”
Wonwoo didn’t need to be told twice, his hand immediately dipped under your sweater, once again exploring your navel, your sternum. An incoherent moan forced its way from your throat when his hand finally cupped your breast, kneading and prodding.
“It fits so perfectly in my hand, doesn’t it?” He gave a soft squeeze, using his index finger to play with your perked nipple. “God what I would give to see them bounce while I pound into you…”
You couldn’t do anything but whine when he moved his mouth to kiss your neck, never once stopping his ministrations on your chest. The feeling of his tongue traveling up to your earlobe then back down to your shoulder was almost enough to make you scream into your pillow, you clung to his bicep desperately as you practically melted into his arms.
You could barely register this was actually happening, hell you would’ve thought you’d been dropped directly into one of your dirty dreams if it weren’t for the fact that his physical presence around you was so strong. His scent, his weight, his voice… God you would have never imagined Wonwoo would be so vocal in bed.
.. Not that you were complaining one bit.
“Speaking of…” He spoke directly into your ear, causing a pool of heat to rise in your lower belly. His hand released your breast, finally exploring lower and dipping beneath your underwear. “Let me see just how fucking wet you get for me baby.”
You were practically panting at this point, and the soft pressure he provided as he prodded your folds almost made you come on the spot. You were getting impatient and he knew it too, proceeding to circle your clit with a deliberate smirk as he moved his hand faster, his eyes observing every detail of your desperate expression.
“Are you gonna look like this when I put my dick in you? God I bet it would just slide right in…” He let out a hollow chuckle as he inserted a single finger, making sure to also put pressure on his palm. You instinctively attempted to grind into it, shivering when he let out a deep groan. “What kind of noises do you make when you come, huh? I wanna hear them all.”
You gasp as his hand picks up its pace and he curls his fingers inward to find the perfect spot. You attempt to ground yourself by gripping the sheets, crying out and pleading for any kind of release from the intense pressure threatening to burst.
“Wonwoo… fuck! Pleaseeee!” You whined out, any leftover teasing in his voice seemed to dissipate at that.
“You’re gonna come on my fingers, then on my face, then on my cock.” He spoke carefully, inserting another digit and causing you to hum out in relief. “Then we’re gonna repeat it, over and over until you’re completely satisfied and your legs can’t even function anymore.”
You were gasping for air, eyes screwed shut as you focused in on the strings in your body tightening enough to snap any godforsaken second. He used his other arm to shift you from your side to your back, his face right above yours as you involuntarily spread your legs even wider to grant him better access. He chuckled darkly.
“You look so fucking good all desperate like this.” He mumbled, slamming his digits into you as he watched your reactions. “Open your eyes. I want you to look at me while I make you come.”
You struggled to focus but eventually your lids fluttered open, finding Wonwoo’s direct eye contact nerve wracking at first but soon realizing how much more intense it made everything feel. His finger curled once more and you arched instinctively, reaching a hand up to grip onto his muscular shoulder as an anchor.
“You like that baby?” He smiled slightly, eyes darkening with every small reaction you let out, you nodded quickly. “When you told me no one’s ever made you come I took that as a challenge, you know?”
You whimpered as he shifted to use his free hand to lift your top, nipples hardening as they made contact with the cold morning air. He took a moment to quietly admire their shape and size, but before you could begin to feel even slightly self conscious Wonwoo had leaned down to take one eagerly into his mouth.
You squeaked in surprise as the pleasure began to overwhelm you, your eyes screwing shut against your will and your mouth forming a giant ‘o’ as Wonwoo flicked his tongue around your breast, nibbling softly all while pressing his palm onto your clit.
“F-fuck!!” You cried out, moving your hand to grip the back of Wonwoo’s hair in encouragement. “Please please pleaseeee!! You’re gonna make me comeee!”
Wonwoo picked up his pace and sucked harder, causing you to scream out as all the sensations combined into a height you’d never even come close to replicating with your own fingers. You tugged Wonwoo’s head back suddenly to pull him off your breast, opting instead to pull him into a sloppy, messy kiss that was all tongue and teeth.
Your breathing staggered and an embarrassingly throaty noise escaped as the pressure finally burst into a feeling of complete euphoria. Your entire body twitched involuntarily and you groaned as Wonwoo pulled away from your lips to watch you ride through the sensation.
His fingers never stopped toying with your clit and his whispers of encouragement kept coming, creating an orgasm that felt more intense than anything you’d ever experienced before.
“That’s it baby, I want you to feel so fucking good, I want you to feel everything.” He muttered softly, not once slowing his fingers' pace. “I’m gonna make it so you feel this good whenever you want. You look so perfect like this, you’re so good for me.”
You whimpered when the stimulation grew too intense, and Wonwoo removed his fingers carefully. He leaned down to kiss you softly, sweetly and your heart fluttered at how gently he placed his hand on the back of your neck to pull you into it.
“Did you feel good?” He asked, pulling back to observe your face, scanning for any sign of regret or hesitation. “Was that okay for you?”
You breathed deeply, body limp with barely any energy remaining but you managed to nod enthusiastically. He chuckled and you immediately leaned in to kiss him once more.
“God, yes.” You murmured into his lips, using both your hands to pull him in deeper. “I could’ve probably come just from you speaking to me like that.”
He laughed heartily into the kiss and your chest warmed as he held you close, as if afraid you’d disappear if he let go. You bit his bottom lip and prodded his mouth open, meeting each other's tongue once more.
A needy whine escaped your throat when his mouth's pace remained steady against your own, you decided that he was way too calm for how hard he had just made you cum. He finally let out a deep growl when you gripped the back of his hair tightly and you felt the corners of your lips quirk up into a satisfied smirk.
“I want you to feel good too…” you muttered in an attempt to be sultry, moving your hands down his body to graze his hard length. He groaned loudly, pulling you in tightly as you ushered him on to his back, moving to straddle him.
“I thought I told you.” He grinned and pulled back from the kiss, using his own hand to stop yours from unbuttoning his pants. “This is for you. You already came on my fingers, now I want to taste you.”
You tensed at the idea of Wonwoo putting his mouth on you, a spark of both excitement and nervousness flooding the pit of your stomach in a dangerous mixture. The instant pooling of moisture between your legs was your body’s own indication that it had no qualms with his suggestion, but Wonwoo could sense your hesitation almost immediately and sat up to look at you.
“I hope you know I would never do anything you’re uncomfortable with though, are you okay?” His concerned expression softened your resolve almost immediately, and you nodded your head.
“I’m okay, it’s just… No one’s actually ever done something like that to me, down there…” Your face reddened slightly and Wonwoo’s eyes widened in pure shock. “I'm just worried it might, you know, smell or taste weird or something.”
“So it’s not just that Si-woo was bad at sex, but he never even tried something as simple as that either?” Wonwoo questioned in disbelief, you nodded with an embarrassed chuckle. “… Two years together, and the guy never even thought about eating you out?”
You felt your neck beginning to flush at his reaction. “I asked him if we could try once or twice, but he was kinda grossed out by it. I just gave up on the idea after a while.”
Wonwoo’s jaw went slack in a mixture of horror and incredulity, and you couldn’t help a stray giggle from escaping as he didn’t even hesitate to flip the two of you around. Your back was once again flat against the mattress, and you bit your lip in anticipation as he wasted no time in pulling your sweats down.
“I’ve wanted to do this for three fucking years…” He muttered, his tone giving your arm goosebumps at how deep and serious his voice was. “The amount of times I’ve thought about how you might taste… And that fucker couldn’t even be bothered to— You know what, I’m not going to bring him up right now.”
Wonwoo leaned down to take your mouth in his for a desperate kiss, his tongue circling yours and tingling deeply as if cherishing the closeness and intimacy. He pulled away slowly, trailing his tongue down your cheek to your neck and up to your ear while nipping at your most sensitive spots.
“Right now, all I want is for you to think about how good I’m making you feel,” he whispered, you let out a pathetic whimper as he traced the outline of your soaked panties with his fingertips. “I want you to scream out my name while I fuck you with my tongue.”
He leaned back and pulled up your sweater, taking a moment to blatantly admire your chest once again before diving in to take your left breast into his mouth, his hand palming the other. You squeaked at the sudden stimulation, arching into his wandering tongue as he proceeded to lick lower, and lower.
His kisses peppered along the top of your underwear and you tensed, he looked up at you reassuringly and brushed his lips softly along your inner thighs, squeezing and licking. You held your breath in anticipation but noticed his kisses had softened as if to soothe your very obvious nerves. You held his gaze as he nuzzled his cheek into your thigh, he was very obviously waiting for your approval to proceed any further and all it did was turn you on even more.
“Please…” You whispered, nerves on edge and the heat in your stomach only growing hotter. You wanted him to rip your underwear off already, to finally feel what someone’s mouth would feel like down there. His warm breath grazing against your heat was already exciting you even more, and you held your breath as a teasing grin bloomed on his face.
What you weren’t expecting was Wonwoo to lick you directly over your panties, right where your lips were. Your eyes widened and a guttural groan left your throat without meaning to. The feeling sent an electric shock shooting straight down your spine, and you braced yourself as he teased you, pressing his hot mouth and wet tongue against the already soaked barrier of your underwear.
“Oh… oh my god…” you gasped, shocked that simply feeling his mouth kissing you down there could elicit such a strong reaction from your body. Your mouth was stuck open in silent screams as he finally pushed your underwear to the side and began devouring you without restraint.
You barely even recognized the noises you made as your own, mind going completely blank as your muscles tensed at the vibrations of Wonwoo humming into your pussy. He seemed to be genuinely enjoying himself, lapping up from top to bottom, swirling his tongue and licking up every single crevice like he was a man starved.
It was an experience you’d never felt anything like before, your skin and blood on fire from the heat his mouth emanated. Every lick stoked a flame that burned hotter and hotter until you were practically chanting his fucking name over and over again.
“Fuckkk, Wonwoooo!!” You cried as his pace slowed down, his desperate slurps turning into long, slow licks right down your slit. The tip of his tongue circled the nub atop your sensitive folds and you were groaning at how you could feel him smirking into your cunt.
“Hmmm.. I love when you say my name~” He mumbled darkly as he continued to flatten his tongue over your folds, chuckling as you blindly reached for the back of his hair to steady yourself. “When you come I want you to scream it out for me, okay baby?”
You nodded exasperatedly, eyes practically rolling into the back of your head when Wonwoo decided to insert a single digit. You cried out as you felt your walls clench around it, the feeling of something filling you almost enough to send you over the edge. His pace quickened, and you swear stars blinded your vision once his tongue began to flick your clit in time with his finger.
If your brain wasn’t currently MIA you might’ve been embarrassed at how quickly he was about to make you come again.
“Pleaseeee, Wonu!“ you opened your eyes to look down and realized he’d been observing you the entire time. You arched helplessly and released a strained moan. “Please I’m so fucking closeeee!”
His speed picked up slightly at your desperate tone, but it was him inserting a second digit along with his tongue lingering a little too long over your clit that sent you finally careening over the edge.
And fuck did you feel weightless.
Your entire body shuddered, your eyes scrunching shut as you felt your orgasm plummet you off a cliff and free falling into the air. Waves of unbridled pleasure crashed through you as Wonwoo continued his ministrations the entire way through it, and you heard in the far distance the sound of your own voice screaming his name out deliriously.
Your eyes opened to a blurry ceiling, your head and body still reeling from the aftermath of bliss you’d just experienced. Wonwoo remained between your legs, peppering soft kisses against your thighs and you couldn’t help the actual audacity this man had to be so talented with his tongue.
“Come up here before I ask you to do that all over again.” You pant out, completely spent and only half serious. Wonwoo smiled giddily and you couldn’t help but smile back.
“You might need to pry me away… Because fuck if I could eat this every day—”
You tugged on his shoulder insistently with an exhausted giggle, and he reluctantly came up to your side to wrap his arms around you. You burrowed your face into his chest with a content sigh, smiling to yourself as you timed your breaths to the sound of his heartbeat.
“Good?” He questioned as if he didn’t already know the answer, you scoffed but nodded anyway.
“Phenomenal, outstanding, unparalleled!“
“Same goes for how you taste~” Wonwoo grinned. “Delicious, exquisite, absolutely delectable—“
“Next time I want to taste you too~” You teased, tracing the outline of his muscles, watching them tense up as you neared his nipple. You looked up as his expression suddenly strained, and you mentally smacked yourself as you noticed his obscene hardness poking into your side.
“Please don’t worry about it.” He shrugged casually, snuggling you further into his chest with a happy cat-like grin. “Close your eyes, let’s enjoy the rest of the morning and sleep in.”
You frowned, you knew he was trying to allow you ample time to rest and recover. Two orgasms back to back was practically unheard of when it came to your sex life after all, and your body was definitely not used to it. But three years of sexual tension was a long time to wait, and you were not about to blue ball him after everything he just did for you.
“I thought you said you were gonna make me come three times?” You questioned boldly, reciting his words from earlier this morning. Your hands trailed down to the top of his sweats and you noticed his jaw clench. “First on your fingers, then your face, then your cock—“
His mouth was back on yours instantly, his fervent kisses already winding you up and sparking a dim heat in your belly once more. You knew it wasn’t likely for you to finish again, but you also knew your body was aching to feel Wonwoo inside you. It was a carnal desire that went past pleasure, you just needed him as connected to you as physically possible.
“We don’t have to, we can just relax if you want instead.” Wonwoo mumbled out as he pulled away from your lips. His eyes were dark and heavy but there was still enough clarity in them to show he was still able to control himself. “I know you’re tired, if this is just for me I don’t want you to feel obligated—“
“I want you.” You interrupt, watching his molten eyes dilate and most of the clarity disappear all too quickly. Your hand reached lower, gripping the hardness of his length through his pants and he inhaled a sharp breath. “I need you inside me. I’ve never needed anything more—“
It was the last confirmation he needed to hear before attacking your lips again, crawling above you while sliding his sweats off easily. You grinned into the kiss and let out a gasp as he prodded your entrance with his finger, swirling your clit with his thumb.
A mewl escaped you as your sensitive bud was played with gently, you released his mouth and he immediately dipped down to flick your nipple with his tongue playfully. He kissed and sucked at your breast until you were careening into him once more, a faint rush of heat pulsing in your core as he slid his finger inside.
“It’s so soft in here.” Wonwoo breathed out, his patience very obviously wearing thin. You shivered at the sound of his voice, knowing that he definitely felt the swell of wetness that came just from hearing him talk. “Are you gonna let me fuck you nice and good, baby?
You cried out at the overbearing stimulation combined with his words, moving your hips in time with his fingers thrusting inside you. He entered another digit and you immediately knew it wasn’t going to be enough.
“Put it in. Fuck!” You groaned as he put a bit more pressure on your still recovering clit. You felt him shuffle with his underwear, kicking it off somewhere that you couldn’t be bothered to think about at this moment. “Put it in me right now. Fuck a condom, I’m on birth control.”
Wonwoo stuttered in his motions and let out a shaky exhale, muttering curses under his breath as he tried to keep his composure at the new information. You needed him raw, you needed to feel every inch of him pounding into you and you needed it immediately.
You relaxed your body when you felt him lining himself up to your entrance, and you both moaned cohesively as he rubbed his tip along your folds to moisten it up. He pushed in softly, slowly, carefully as you felt yourself fill up inch by inch.
He was big. Not too girthy but exquisitely long, and the further he entered you the more you were shocked at how easily your body allowed him to slide right in. You could feel the veins pulsing alongside his length and your walls clamping down around him, effectively keeping him locked in place. The two of you breathed out deeply as he finally bottomed out, and you’d never felt more full in your entire life.
“Oh… fuck! Oh my god…” Wonwoo gasped shakily, his hand gripping your waist so tightly you wouldn’t be surprised if it was bruised in the morning. You groaned as you clung to his shoulders, itching for him to move already. “You’re so fucking tight… I can feel everything…”
“Wonwoo please…” you all but begged, he took one more deep breath and proceeded to thrust downward, resulting in an obscene moan from the both of you. “Please! Fuck meeee!”
Any semblance of self control remaining in Wonwoo seemed to have snapped at that, as he proceeded to drill you into the mattress furiously until you let out the most animalistic groan either of you had ever heard. It did nothing to quell the fervor in which he rammed into you, if anything causing his passion to escalate tenfold.
“Oh yeah? You fucking like that?” He grunted out, the slapping noises of your bodies meeting making you feel lightheaded. “You like when I fuck you like this? Raw and hard?”
You whined out and nodded exasperatedly, gasping as he paused to lift your legs over his shoulders, grabbing you by the waist to lift and pull your body up into his. A strangled cry escaped at the new angle, his length deliciously hitting you right in the sweet spot as he plunged himself into you full force once again.
“Tell me you fucking want it.” He panted out, a light sheen of sweat forming on his chest and his eyes locked in on where your bodies were connecting, in and out, in and out. “Tell me you want me to fuck you like this over and over again.”
You screamed as he brought his hand down to play with your clit once more, and you found yourself absolutely overwhelmed by the fact that you were yet again on the brink of orgasming for the third time this morning.
“Pleaseeee Wonwoo, I want you to fuck meeee!” You begged out, your words pitching up with every thrust he gave. His free hand reached down to play with your breast, your other one bouncing liberally as he proceeded to pound into you.
“You look so fucking hot like this…” He muttered, practically to himself which only fueled the ever growing knot in your stomach. “F-fuck!! I’m gonna—“
“Cum in me, pleaseeee fucking fill me up—“ You cried out, and it was the last thing both of you needed to hear before finally climaxing together.
If your last orgasm was like a free fall, this one was like being hit with a freight train. Wonwoo’s thumb on your clit combined with his last full force thrust shoved you over the edge so hard and fast you swear you stopped breathing for a moment. The added feeling of him filling you up simultaneously was so intoxicating that you swore from then on that you would always let him come inside.
Wonwoo collapsed atop you, panting heavily into your shoulder as you stroked his back, equally as breathless. The aftermath of your body spasms calmed down after a few minutes, your simultaneous heaving settling down into long, deep breaths.
Taking a second to gather some energy, you couldn’t help but wince as Wonwoo pulled himself out slowly and slumped to your side. You nuzzled up to him, throwing your weak limbs around his body and practically melting into the mattress. You heard him exhale loudly.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Wonwoo murmured tenderly, obviously still dazed and reeling. You let out an airy laugh.
“And now we have all the time in the world.” A cheesy grin grew on his face at your words as he squeezed you tightly, and you’d never felt more comfortable and safe than you felt in his arms at that moment.
“You’re right.” He smiled, gently stroking the back of your head. He ran his fingers through your hair sweetly, kissing your forehead as your eyes fluttered shut and his last words echoed in the distance.
“And I’m never letting another second with you go to waste.”
contains: newlyweds!reader and wonwoo, minor injuries, lots of fluff, multiple smut scenes (MINORS DNI), they're sick and in love its gross
synopsis: You and Wonwoo have said your I dos in front of the entire world, and now it's time to uphold them when it's just you and him.
[a/n]: thank you so much to @starlightkyeom for betaing and listening to me yap about this, I love u to the moon and back, and thank you to @shadowkoo for all the help on the banner, ly raven <333
ps: heads up that is isn't very plot heavy I tried something new this time and attempted to let it flow as it came out. hope it holds up!!
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You let out the deepest exhale of your life.
Haphazardly strewn chairs, and you find the nearest one and plop yourself and your skewed reception dress on the padding. Your numb feet don’t have a chance to thank you immediately, but the tingly feeling means they aren’t entirely a lost cause.
Slouching as far as your shoulders would go, you pan the nearly empty venue, one that now looks like you accidentally slipped a tornado an invitation. Your eyes land on where Wonwoo is saying goodbye to the last few guests who definitely did not pay heed to your request for temperance at the bar. The uncle grips his bicep like a vice, blubbering congratulations you could hear all the way where you sat.
Wonwoo’s suit jacket and waistcoat are gone with the wind, hair tousled and spiking every which way—near inverse of the gelled, waxed and styled they sat earlier in the day; the first time you laid eyes on him standing at the altar with the sun in his eyes. The crisp of his shirt is now wrinkled from the dancing and the hugging and every other excessive movement he had to subject himself to today.
The final stragglers are your family, your sister already moving over to push you out of your chair.
“I just sat down!” you whine, not caring for decorum with the absolute day you’ve had.
“Go on with him, you have a flight to catch!” she stresses. “We’ll handle everything here.”
Wonwoo catches the last bit as he returns, hands in his pockets, sleeves rolled up to the elbows. Blatantly, you stare. “Handle what?”
“You guys should go ahead first,” she says.
“We have some time till we need to start rushing,” he responds, twisting his arm to look at the watch on his wrist. The lights are back on, so you can see him significantly clearer without the disco lights and low spotlights. His forearm is practically in your face, and if you weren’t so exhausted you would’ve taken a dive at the divot, teeth first.
But you don’t, because what stares you both in the face right now is a month long getaway of blue sky, green waters and lots and lots and lots of completely alone time. Since your sister is already so keen to get rid of you both, Wonwoo decides for you as he excuses himself to grab his strewn clothes.
She turns to you in his absence, and you immediately know there’s a grenade smoking behind her goading grin. “Well…?”
Brows raised, you’re defiant in your decision to remain nonchalant. “Well what?”
“Are you excited?”
“Of course I am, I just got married.”
“I mean the honeymoon.”
“Who isn’t dying to go Seychelles?”
She huffs and rolls her eyes. “You’re no fun.”
You shoot her an equally infuriating smile, “You can’t be mean to me today.”
“I already have,” she responds.
You don’t have a chance to be annoyed because Wonwoo is back, clothes draped over his arm as you are suddenly ushered into saying your last goodbyes. Flats on and heels in hand, ready to peacefully stroll out of the building you got married in.
You hook your arm around his as you cross the threshold out, the wind pleasant in the pitch black night. Walking to the car, the one you bought together, you feel like the threat of your dangerously full heart might finally erupt.
All day has been a rushing incline of adrenaline, from the moment you woke up, sticky eyed with bridesmaids over your head, to getting into your dress, to standing behind the giant oak doors that led you to the altar of your future. To the moment you heard the love of your life say I do for everyone who mattered to hear.
It’s late, and your flats crunch under gravel, pressuring every sore point in your foot. But you don’t care. One of Wonwoo’s arms is draped by his coat, and the other by you, a pressing silence falling over your pair. At peace.
“I’m glad we didn’t have a grand exit,” Wonwoo speaks your thoughts.
“Mhm,” you reply. “I like this better.” You look up at him as he halts his steps for a minute, and he leans down to kiss you for the nth time that night. All smiles.
The finality of an Exit felt like a staggering halt to your special day. You already knew you’d never want it to end, opting to let the night trickle out, ending it with just you left on the floor.
Something told you this would be more memorable anyway.
Everything’s packed and ready when you get home, a service to present you from past you. You turn to Wonwoo, who’s toeing his shoes off, who also was a horrendous sport when it came to packing early.
“Aren’t you glad we did this beforehand?” you taunt, waving your hands at the packed bags near the door. He only smirks, leaning in to grab your face and kiss you again.
“Of course, wife’s always right,” he mumbles against your lips, and the giddy feeling that’s been simmering all day gushes once again.
Wife.
“Welcome to the rest of your life.”
The dim bathroom light seeps into the bedroom, where you scratch your skin with makeup wipes to get the first layer off your tired face. It’s easy to slouch, wanting nothing more than to lay back against the pillows and fall asleep, fully dressed. You’re aware of all the outside germs you’re transferring onto your pristine sheets, but also cannot find the strength to care.
The water shuts off, and you take it as your cue to slug off the bed and take off your dress. Reaching over, your fingers grapple for the hook with no avail, arms already showing the first inklings of a very sore weekend. The zipper isn’t even within your vicinity, fingers aiming for nothing but skin and fabric.
You smell Wonwoo before you can register he’s out of the shower, the humidity carrying the scent of his body wash to where you stood on the other side of the room. It takes no time for you to feel both his hands on your waist, pulling you towards him before you can open your mouth to ask.
Cold fingers brush the skin above the hook of your dress, and it takes an effort to not melt into the carpet entirely. The dress is unhooked, the zipper pulled down as you feel the fabric release you into the bedroom air. He helps you push it over your hips, letting it pool onto the floor.
The sigh you release lingers in the air, prompting him to put his hands on your shoulders, squeezing your shoulders, thumbs digging into the back of your neck to release all the pent up tension. Then your upper arms, where he pulls you even closer, bare back hitting his damp chest.
“Tired?” he mumbles, arms circling around you and squeezing you tight.
Leaning back is the easiest thing you’ve ever done, only humming in response as you close your eyes, head against his shoulder. Droplets hit your skin in a cold cascade, his hair still wet. His hands roam around any expanse of skin he can find without releasing his pressure on your form, squeezing and massaging. The weight is welcomed, nearly falling asleep by the time he’s mouthing at your shoulder, breathing in the sweat of your skin.
“Are you gonna need help in the shower?” he asks. You know he’s not being cheeky, and you consider saying yes seeing as you’re five seconds from falling asleep standing up.
“I think I’ll be fine,” you mumble. “I’ll keep the door open in case I crack my skull on the tile.”
“Can’t have you dying on our wedding night,” he says.
“Enjoy the life insurance payout,” you crack one eye open, staring up at him.
“How many hours have we been married?” he muses.
You want to kiss him, suddenly slammed with a tsunami’s force of affection for the man that holds your leaning body against him like an ever-present pillar. Married.
He lets you go, but not before helping you pick out every last bobby pin in your hair, during which he remains in nothing but the damp towel around his waist. At one point you face him, forehead on his chest as he unravels your hair from the crown.
“Your towel’s inside, I’ll grab your clothes,” he says when he releases you, letting you walk into the bathroom to wash off the day.
Simply raising your arms to shampoo your hair is turning out to be a conquest despite the fumes of the scorching water invading your vision. The door is half open, and you can hear Wonwoo shuffling about in the bedroom, no doubt fixing the last bits before you have to leave for the airport.
Immediately, you sigh, the thought of loading and unloading the uber, going through security, checking your bags and then the god-knows-how-many hours of flight time settling in your bones like an additional phantom ache. By the time you’re done, towel wrapped around your chest and droplets of water still cooling your skin after a half hearted attempt at drying yourself, you’re spent.
Wonwoo is zipping up a bag when you emerge, unfortunately wearing clothes now.
“You wanna sit in the towel while I dry your hair,” he asks, already pulling out the hair dryer from the drawer.
“Are you done packing?” you ask, frowning.
“Just your toothbrush left.” He plugs it into the outlet. “I’ll grab it while you change.”
Forehead leaning on his tummy, he tousles the wet mop of your hair as the dryer fills the room with its white noise. That, paired with the bed where you sit, once again, is turning out to be a seductor of a lifetime.
When he’s done, and brushing out the tangles in your hair, you find the strength to ask him. “Why aren’t you as tired as I am?”
He chuckles, eyes focused on a knot that’s giving him a hard time. “For starters I slept for five extra hours. You know, considering my side of the party didn’t need to cake their faces.”
“You didn’t like my makeup?” you jab in jest.
“I loved it,” he responds, leaning down to kiss you on the forehead. “We’ll talk about it on the plane, considering you don’t fall asleep before we can even take off.”
“Or in the car. Or in the lounge.” You yawn openly. “Or right now.”
When you stand up, you wrap your arms around his neck, wanting to touch him for a little bit before attempting to put on clothes. His lips find the crook of your neck immediately, hands gripping you through your towel.
“I love you,” you mumble against his skin.
“I love you more,” he responds. “I know I already said it a thousand times, but this is still the happiest I’ve ever been.”
You have to bite back a snarky reply, but you feel the pool in your eyes anyway. Inexplicably, you hold on to him tighter. Worried if you opened your mouth you’d begin to sob—again.
He does let go of you, but only when his eyes land on the time. You’re dressed by the time he’s called the Uber and grabbed your toothbrush, shoving it into the front pocket of one of the bags. You’re quite useless the entire time, but Wonwoo doesn’t mind as he loads your limited bags into the trunk.
You manage to keep your eyes open on the ride to the airport, manage to not be a nuisance as you check in, and make it to the lounge with limited hassle.
“We only need to wait like twenty minutes, we were pretty on time,” he mentions, handing you a to-go cup of coffee the approximate size of your face. “We get to board first anyway.”
Months ago, while you were thick in the trenches of wedding planning, you went back and forth for a very long time about flight tickets. Not your destination, but the decision between business and economy was a conversation that stretched over weeks.
Today, with your jelly arms and mushy mind, you thank your heavenly stars through bites of fancy lounge sushi for making the collective decision to splurge. Wonwoo is taking it upon himself to let your friends and family know you’d checked in, while you lean wholly against his arm, dreaming about the flat, comforter clad surface of your plane seat, and the joy you’re going to have for the hours to come.
Inhaling the amount of coffee that you did in the lounge meant the prior sleep in your eyes had decided to evacuate for the time being, getting tucked into your seat soon after take off.
To be clear, you were more than happy with your decision on the seat, but you realise quickly that you and Wonwoo are blocked out by a divider between you, closing you off. You assume you were pouting at the realization, because you hear him ask.
“Don’t like the seat?”
“No, I do,” you say. “But you’re so far away.”
He smiles, close mouthed, the one where it looks like he might be smirking. An arm snakes over the console, elbow towards you as his forearm rests against it. Immediately, like this was nothing but a usual drive in your car, you lean your head against his arm, your own two arms wrapping around his.
There’s nothing in the air except the whirring of the plane's engine, the quiet chatter of the cabin as the crew prepares for turndown service.
A realisation befalls you, that this is the first time you’ve been able to sit down with Wonwoo today, without the constant buzzing in your brain about everything that has gone wrong and what could go wrong. It might be your defeated conscious talking, but it may have even been months.
Shifting your head so you can look up at him, you speak, “We have to stay married. ‘Cause I don’t think I can plan an entire wedding again.”
“So no vow renewals?”
You raise your brows, surprised this was something he’d be interested in. “Maybe when we’re sixty.”
“Oh,” he frowns. “I was thinking more like every five years.”
“God.”
“I’m glad we decided to do this,” he says.
“The seats?” you ask.
He looks at you, and you raise your head from his arm.
“Getting married.”
“That sounds like an afterthought.”
“I was nervy,” he says. “It’s like coming out the other side of a roller coaster. Took guts but you’re glad you did it.”
“Glad our special day was a vomit inducing experience for you.”
“Didn’t you cry five times while getting ready?” he jabs.
Scowling, you turn away. “Who told you that?”
“So you can throttle them in their sleep?”
It was no use, since you were both crying at the altar, but you have a bone to pick with your sister once you’re back home.
“Go to sleep,” you grumble, removing yourself from his arm. He only laughs, grabbing your arm with a force that pulls you back in.
He leans into your ear, familiar press of his lips against the skin. “You looked beautiful today.”
“So I’ve heard.”
Similar to this, with his lips pressed against your ear, hours ago on the dancefloor, he said the same thing. Over and over and over.
“I’m gonna confess something,” he whispers. For a wild moment, your heart is in your throat.
“What?” you ask sharply.
“When I went home after our first date—”
“You noted my drink order?”
He nods against your head, “That. And I dreamt of you.”
“Was I pretty?”
“Prettiest. Big smile like it was the happiest day of your life. In a white dress.”
It’s silent for a moment as neither of you move. The lump in your throat is ever present, breath quickening as you brace for the waterworks.
“Dang,” is all you say in a watery voice, one that earns you a laugh from him. The absurdity is not lost on you. “What other secrets do you possess?”
“Just that,” he responds. “Didn’t wanna tell you before. Thought you’d freak out and run away.”
“Idiot,” you mumble against his hoodie, tears wetting your lashes.
You don’t get to continue, because a flight attendant hovers over your joint seats, asking if you’d like to turn down for the night.
Wonwoo answers for both you and your aching bones. Fatigue would make you gloss over many things about the aftermath of your wedding night for years to come, but you’ll always remember the first night asleep next to your husband over rocky terrain in the sky, with so much changed, yet nothing at all.
Your first night in Seychelles was a blur, mostly because you both ate room service in expensive robes and watched The Pitt before falling asleep again.
Eyes closed, you know it’s sunny with the exceeding warmth in the room and the light against your eyelids. Opening them takes a minute, no desire to move in the morning light. At least you think it’s morning.
Shifting around, you realise you fell asleep in your robe, the tie unravelled, turning it into a loose shrug over your naked form. Through bleary eyes, your eyes meet the linen curtains and how they blow in the wind that pours through the open sliding doors. Blue skies and hanging branches of deep green trees are all you see, and your husband, standing over the railing overlooking your private pool.
Maybe it was the haze of being half asleep, but for a second it feels like a dream. He’s in a white T-shirt, messy hair indicating he didn’t wake too long before you did, basking in the sunlit glow of the morning. His back is to you, but it’s enough.
He hardly notices you get up and walk to the bathroom, the rustling of the trees masking most of your movements. When you’re done washing up, robe tightened around your waist, you emerge onto the makeshift porch of your hotel suite.
Arms immediately make their way around his waist, alerting him of your presence. “Morning,” you mumble into his shirt.
“Morning, baby,” he shifts so he can hold you too, leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead. “Sleep well.”
“As well as I could.” It was a frivolous question, considering he was well aware you could sleep well on pavement if he was next to you, presence inches away.
“It’s so pretty in the day,” you comment. The private pool was one thing, but the way the trees and plants hovered over the open area, swaying in the breeze left the impression they’d situated the room in the middle of a jungle.
“Mhm,” he responds, having had his fill of the view of the hotel, currently more interested in the bare expanse of your neck. His lips trail over the skin, leaving kisses and gentle nips, now caging you between him and the railing. “Pretty.”
Of course, the obvious connotations of a honeymoon hadn’t escaped you—in the weeks leading up to your wedding, there wasn’t a loved one who would let you. But it feels like a delayed reaction after the hectic 48 hours you’ve had, finally at peace in what feels like the most beautiful place in the world.
You let him grope you over the fabric, let his mouth run over every sliver of skin he can find. Facing him, your hands find the back of his neck to pull him down towards you, mouth to mouth properly.
You melt, sighing into his mouth as he moves impossibly closer, pressing you against the railing as your head moves further back. Mouthing at your jaw, he lets you push him back in through the open door.
He understands when you’re being pushed right back into your unmade bed. Pulling at the mountain of comforters, he lets them drop to the floor. “God it’s been torture,” he groans, hands moving up your thighs, through the irregular folds of your robe, cool palms against your hot skin.
“You wanted to leave right after the reception,” you tease. The robe remains tied, and you make no move to undo it yourself.
“Didn’t realise I’d have to hold back for this long,” he says, hands reaching the knot. His mouth is back on yours as he undoes it, pulling agonizingly slow.
Tucking his hands into the undone robe, he runs them over your naked body underneath, pulling the fabric away from your body. Migrating down your neck, his hot breath mixes with the wind coming through the outside, casting shivers down your spine.
Mouth over your breast, his teeth graze over your skin as he sucks. His free hand gropes your other breast, fingers pinching and flicking over the erect nipple. Head thrown back, you can’t stop the way your hips gyrate on nothing, moving to feel friction of any sort.
He only lets go when your hands grapple at his shirt, noises of frustration for every passing moment you couldn’t feel his skin on yours. Shirt thrown somewhere behind him, his shorts follow, before ripping the robe off you entirely, leaving you completely bare.
Moving higher up against the bed, Wonwoo situates himself like he’s about to live there, hands pushing your thighs apart as wide as they could go. In the morning light, he stares his fill of the glistening swells of your core. Fingers grazing over the back of your thighs, he massages the skin closer and closer to where you need him most.
“You’re gorgeous,” he mumbles, moving back up to kiss you one more time, deep and long.
Distracted, his thumb pressing a stripe down your clit catches you by surprise, gasping into his mouth at the feeling. His thumb reaches your hole, catching the wetness at the entrance, dipping shallowly. Travelling back up, he presses into the centre of your clit beginning with tight circles around the area.
Whining into his mouth, your hands travel to his shoulder, down his arms to grip the muscle. Your other hand grips the sheet as he presses harder into your clit, localising his torture to one tiny area, occasionally rubbing all over.
“Wonwoo,” you moan into his mouth, hardly kissing anymore as you pant into his mouth.
Two fingers push into your hole, the pads pushing up against your walls as his knuckles graze over them. He begins to pump in and out, scissoring his fingers to open you wider. The feeling has you throwing your head back, breathless.
When he removes his fingers you nearly scream, but his hand is at the waistband of his boxers, just as desperate as you feel. The tent is obvious even as he pulls the fabric down, watching his painfully erect member slap against his stomach. Your hands wrap around his own that lay at the base, caressing past to pump him as he positions himself between you.
It’s hypnotising, the redness of his tip, the way it leaks onto your fingers after just a few strokes. Wonwoo’s face is pained, and you realise he may have been serious about feeling tortured.
Not that you were any less desperate, but the agony of needing to remain celibate for the weeks leading up to your wedding weren’t planned—you could hardly find time to eat and sleep. It flew over you, that it might've been a little tougher on him than it was on you, but when you pull him in closer, you make sure that changes.
Knees bent, he pushes your thighs apart as he settles in. He sinks in slowly, “Oh this is gonna be quick.”
You don’t mind, because you’ve remained untouched long enough to not last very long either. “Right there with you,” you groan out, engulfed by the stretch.
He’s slack jawed, hair falling over his eyes as he struggles to keep his eyes open. His fingers dig into the plump your thighs, gripping them like they were the only things keeping him tied down to earth.
It’s bliss, even as he remains stationary for a moment, buried into you till the hilt. Slowly, he pulls out, rocking back in. He picks up the pace, folding your legs over as he watches the way he disappears into your wet pussy, milky white beginning to rim at the base of his cock, a mix of your slick wetness and his precum. He nearly cums at the sight.
Your fingers play with your stiff nipples, head thrown back as you moan without a care of your volume or coherence, Wonwoo’s name on your lips like a mantra. His fingers find your clit, rubbing it in circles as you whine loudly at the feeling.
“You feel so good,” he moans, hips snapping up to slap against the back of your thighs. “So good, you’re so good.”
Eyes blown open as he slams a hard one into you, his groaning and moaning ensuing another warm gush out of you.
Wonwoo pauses for a moment, ducking closer to lay his forehead on yours, his spread legs keeping yours apart, hands coming up to cup the top of your head to protect you from the hard headboard.
“I love you,” he whispers into your ear with effort. “I love you so much.”
“Fuck, I love you too,” half sobbing.
“You’re amazing,” he blabs, words hardly coherent. “All mine. Mine forever. All of you.”
His words, paired with the hand that grazes over your tits, down to your swollen clit to rub it harsher than before, is enough to send you careening over the edge.
“Won—oh my god, Wonwoo I’m cumming,” you moan so loud you’re sure it’s carrying over. But you don’t care, because you wonder how you went so long without clenching around his dick like this, gushing over him as he pounded into you like it was his last day on earth.
He holds you steady as he rides you through it, the contracting of your walls pushing him into his own orgasm, shuddering in your hold as his thrusts become increasingly sloppy yet running with force.
It’s euphoric, hot spurts of his cum painting your walls, leaving his traces where no one else could ever touch you. The thought sends him into overdrive, thrusting into you long past his release dripping out of you, pooling onto the pristine sheets, glazed over your gorgeous skin.
Resting his head against your collarbone, he breathes in the salt of your sweat, mixed with the scent he calls home.
It feels like an eternity, both of you silent as the wind blows into the room over your sweaty forms, laying there in each other’s arms. Wonwoo continues to keep his mouth on you, your shoulders, tummy, waist, worshipping every last inch of your being as you catch your breath intertwined in his heat. He’s at your knees where your legs fold, hand wrapped around your ankle as he caresses it with his thumb, leaving kisses above your knee.
For a moment, he rests his head against your thigh, and the world becomes clearer. His silhouette against the light, the nature beyond your crystal windows. The weight of him now, the traces of his touch that persist, to lay here bare for your lover for life—a glimpse into the rest of time.
The moment is ruined when you feel your stomach growl, and Wonwoo is close enough to hear the rumble. He shifts so he can look at you, “Shower time? I think I saw a restaurant downstairs.”
The shower went from quick to an extra thirty minutes, considering you’d hardly washed the shampoo off before he pushes you against the tiled wall to kiss you breathless, water going cold over you as he works you with his fingers again, the thudding of water hitting the shower floor paired with the squelching of his fingers dipping in and out of your already spent hole, and the pants and moans that fill your ears.
He needs to help you into your clothes after that, which he chuckles through before pulling you to the hotel restaurant. Housing down everything in sight, Wonwoo remembers to keep your glass full in an attempt to keep you from choking on croissants of all things.
“Do you wanna hit the beach after this?” you ask.
“I was thinking about a nap before that,” he says, belting out a burp that earns him a kick under the table. It shakes, earning you looks from the rest of the vacationers. He only laughs, “But I could nap on the beach.”
Wonwoo does not, in fact, nap on the beach and instead follows your example as you pack a book in your beach bag, realising very quickly he brought none of his own, choosing to snipe one of the many you brought for yourself.
It’s you needing to turn your brain on this time, because the random book he’s grabbed has him so enraptured at the synopsis you have to pull him away from slamming directly into people and poles alike. There’s posters and notices as you walk through the connection that leads to the beach; cocktail classes, trivia nights, and tutorials on Seychellois cuisine.
“Isn’t this that movie you watched on the plane?” he asks, reading the Crazy Rich Asians on the front cover.
“Mhm, didn’t mean to pack that, I’m reading the sequel right now,” you hum as you look for the path that leads to the beach, hand in his.
It’s a gamble as the view of the white sands and water come into view, visibly smiling as you see the near empty sands. It was the off season, which you expected to mean less of a crowd.
Finding a double beach chair is easy, dumping your things as you make yourself comfortable. “Water’s nice.” Wonwoo comments, and you wonder if you did wrong with keeping your bathing suit away for today.
Squeezing a generous amount of sunscreen onto your hands, you agree with him as you dot his face with sunblock. He lets you rub it in as he looks over the water, perfectly aware that he’d never willingly put sunscreen on his face if it were up to him. He’s done, and he settles in while you protect yourself.
Leaning against Wonwoo’s arm, you’ve both grabbed your books under the giant parasol. The sun is out and warm just right, deep sounds of crashing waves, and the smell of salt—-you feel giddy.
The beachside bar is seconds away from bringing you your cocktails when his hand finds your thigh, tracing his fingers over the skin, while his other holds open the book he’s reading, twisting the cover back like a heathen.
It’s perfect.
“These are good,” Wonwoo pauses to comment, brows furrowing at the flavour of your espresso martini and his cosmopolitan.
“I think I saw something about a cocktail class at the hotel. We could try it later.”
“Oh yeah,” he agrees, sipping his drink again.
You don’t know how long it’s been, but both your glasses are now empty and Wonwoo seems to be growing distracted after a few hours. It’s still late afternoon upon you as he announces he’s going to dip his feet in the water.
You think about it, and walk to the shallow end behind him, leaving your flip flops near the chairs. The sand is plush beneath your feet, cool between your toes despite the warm afternoon. Walking closer, the water is almost blinding with the way the sun dances on its crystal surface, waves breaking and sending pleasant sprays as you walk closer.
You gasp audibly as the water touches you, turning to look at Wonwoo wide eyed and giddy. Colder than you’d expected, washing over your ankles and shins as you walk further into the water, pulling up the hems of your skirt to keep it from getting wet.
Wonwoo leans down to touch the water, fingers dipping into the clear, coming up to splash you with a handful. It earns him a yelp from you as he laughs, but you soon recover and send another one right back. You don’t panic till you see both of his hands cup enough water to practically drown you.
“Wonwoo, I didn’t bring extra clothes!” you yell, already running away.
The irony doesn’t escape you, considering sprinting through the water has wet your clothes more than his splashes. But you're laughing harder than your breath can catch, and even more so when his wet hands grab you by the torso and pull you back in a lurch, suspended in the air for a moment.
“Wonwoo!”
It’s funny for a few minutes, still encased in a fit of giggles as you kick at the water. Until it isn’t.
Wonwoo separates from you for a moment, venturing a little deeper into the water, swearing he saw a ring of colourful fish swim past the shallow end. You’re in the middle of convincing yourself to follow him when you hear him suddenly splash at the water with shocking force.
Stunned, you hardly register what’s just happened, thinking you’ve just heard him yell. He’s out of the water before you, hunched over and grabbing at his calf. By the time you reach him, you can see it.
An ugly red slash across his calf, long and thin. It looks like a chemical burn.
“What—”
“Shit,” he curses. An anomaly, considering you’ve only heard Wonwoo curse about five times in the years you’ve known him.
“What is that?” you ask, immediately on your knees to get a closer look. It’s growing redder by the second, the swelling clear.
Wonwoo stretches over to try to see, “That might’ve been a jellyfish.”
“You weren’t even in that deep!”
“Deep enough I guess,” he winces.
Bringing him to the shallow end, you try to pour more seawater on his reddened skin, hoping your memory is serving you right and you aren’t just making it worse.
A few minutes later, a life guard is applying a topical cream on the area and giving you instructions to let the wound soak in warm water, assuring him he can get back in the pool in a couple days.
Once the shock wears off, it’s almost a little funny. “That’s a story we’re gonna be telling forever,” you mumble as he gets up from the table in the tiny lifeguard tent.
The man turns to you, “It happens sometimes, people usually just sleep on it and have a great rest of their vacation. Don’t worry about it too much.”
You thank him as you mutually decide to call it a day, moving back towards the hotel. Wonwoo seems alright, walking fine as he holds your hand talking about dinner plans. You suggest room service by the pool so he can keep off his leg, but insists he wants to try the traditional spot just outside the hotel.
Heeding, you let him pull you back into the hotel room to clean up and rest. Except this time he’s serious about the nap.
Wonwoo doesn’t fight you when you suggest staying off the beach today, choosing to occupy yourselves with the cocktail class instead.
It’s in the hotel so you don’t have to leave the premises, the venue moderately full when you enter the room. The instructor introduces himself as Marcus, taking the time to make small talk with you both as you wait for everyone else to file in. His face lights up when Wonwoo tells him this was your honeymoon, very outwardly enthusiastic about having a couple in the class.
So much so, that when the class eventually does begin, you hear a loud call for congratulations from the room for the only newlyweds (you). Mortified a little, you both fluster in your thank yous, attempting to move the attention back to the front where Marcus remains jovial as ever.
“I think that’s too much ice,” you comment, attempting to compare the pile in your glass to Marcus’ up front.
“No, it’s one scoop. It’s what he said,” Wonwoo says, but he’s beginning to look a little lost.
“Doesn’t that look like a lot?” you ask, not convinced. But there isn’t much you can do about it, because you’re suddenly being asked to find one of the syrups on the counter, still rummaging while Marcus is already two steps ahead of you.
It’s hard not to giggle, the energy from your station overwrought. But as you finally make your first drink after 20 whole minutes, you stand with straight shoulders.
It’s another two hours of this, spilling precious spirits on the counter, floor and yourself, hands stained with syrups and fingers numb from picking up the giant spill of ice courtesy of your husband. You have to duck under the table for a moment, knowing your chortles would disrupt the class even more than you’ve done unintentionally already.
Making cocktails meant drinking cocktails as you made even more cocktails. Marcus only seems to encourage the class to get day drunk, but that only resulted in added chaos.
But even when you’re back in your hotel room, tipsy and giggly, you’re glad you did it.
Wonwoo is spread eagle on the bed, still laughing about tripping over air in the hotel lobby. You join him, tucking yourself into his arm. Head lolling over to look at you, he dips his head down to kiss you, lips over your own in a close mouth peck. He doesn’t stop, lingering with every press to your mouth, still slightly smiling against your lips.
“It’s been a day and this is already the best trip of my life,” he mutters against your lips. You’re very aware of it this time, a habit he’s had forever.
You flashback for a moment, and suddenly you’re both a lot younger, alot less wise with constantly flushed cheeks in each other’s presence. It’s at the door of your old apartment, the same one where he would take you in more ways than one in the following months and years.
But for now, it was your third date, and you were shifting your weight between your feet, trying not to feel disappointed as he bid you a goodnight with nothing but a smile and a wave. Mustering a smile of your own, you unlock the door and begin to walk in.
Except instead of descending steps, there’s a pause. And Wonwoo was back before you could even cross the threshold. He didn’t ask when he cupped your face and planted one on you, mouth to mouth for the very first time, one hand over your door handle and the other on his wrist.
“Sorry that took so long,” he mumbled against your mouth, the first time of many, sheepish smile on his face.
But your heart felt like it was about to burst, so you went in for another one, opening your mouth to kiss him properly. And then the door had shut behind you both, and you’d dragged him inside.
Tipsy haze and a little love drunk in your hotel room, on your honeymoon, you laugh against his mouth. “What,” he asks, laughing with you over nothing.
“I’m glad you didn’t chicken out that night. After the drive in.”
Wonwoo doesn’t need any more information, because the events of the day were ingrained into his mind like a brand. Not your first date, but your third, where he almost didn’t kiss you, where he almost never took the steps back up the stairs, where you almost slammed the door in his face.
“I don’t think I would’ve wanted a fourth if you didn’t do it,” you say, eyes locked in on him.
The thought scares him, that tiny mistake that never happened, how it would have altered the trajectory of his life. It’s terrifying, dread settling into his stomach. To this day he’s unsure why he’d hesitated as much as he did, especially considering he dreamt of your wedding the first night after he’d laid eyes on you.
“You looked sad,” he says. “Disappointed. Just, not happy. I thought that meant you didn’t enjoy yourself, but…I was on the staircase when I realised I felt sad too.”
He leans into you, lips planting kisses on the apples of your cheeks, to your fluttering eyelids, “Didn’t think much after that. Glad I didn’t, because I probably would have chickened out in the end.”
“We’re married,” you whisper like it’s a secret. “Can you believe that?”
“I can’t. Sometimes I still wake up and think I dreamt you up.”
“Are you calling me unreal?”
“Because you are,” he says. “I’m not sure how you exist.”
That sticky feeling engulfs you again, and you know it’s because you’re a little drunk, but you’ve been teary enough to last you a lifetime just these past few days. Before you turn into a blubbering mess, you push yourself up.
“Well,” you clear your throat. “I’m gonna go ahead and be unreal and not exist in the pool we are yet to use.”
He stares as you get up, walking to your open suitcase to rummage around for your stack of bathing suits. He remains on the bed, head propped up with his arm as he watches, content.
You don’t bother with going to the bathroom, stripping off your shirt and shorts in the room. You fish out a green piece, only to hear a refute.
“Where’s the yellow?” he asks, and you fish around to come out with the butter yellow two piece you didn’t realise he even knew you had.
“Actually,” he slips off the bed, walking over to open the sliding doors that lead to the outside, glancing around. “Do you really need it?”
You only give him a look, proceeding to go to the bathroom to change out of your underwear anyway. He makes a noise of disapproval, but you respond with the loud sound of the door locking shut.
When you emerge Wonwoo has soothed himself by taking a dip into the pool himself. You have to laugh, watching him paddle through the water with his swim goggles on.
“Does it hurt? The sting?” you call out as you sit by the edge of the pool, dipping your feet in the water to start yourself off.
He breaks the surface, hair flat over his head like a bowl. He spits out a mouthful of water before calling out, “No! I put the topical on this morning, I think it’s working.”
If that were you, you’d probably be out of commission for the rest of the holiday, but as he dives back in to check how long he can hold his breath for, you want to applaud him. You jump in after a few minutes, finally getting yourself wet.
Wonwoo comes over to you, letting you wrap your legs around him as you float as one. You do, however, rip the goggles right off his face. He doesn’t refute, letting them sink to the bottom of the pool.
“Don’t you think I’m so strong?” he asks.
“I’d say the water’s doing most of the work,” you note.
“I meant my fatal injury.”
“Hardly fatal if you’re making jokes about it,” you snort. “Do you feel like a man?”
“Yeah.” He’s smiling a dumb smile, and you know he can hardly see a thing without his glasses. “Are you impressed?”
“So impressed,” you sigh, leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose.
You let him go for a little bit, wanting to float by yourself for a while. As the sky breaks through branches of low hanging trees and giant green flats of leaves, you realise your not-soberness is probably contributing to how psychedelic the view looks.
But you aren’t complaining, content with the weightless feeling.
Wonwoo can’t help himself from meddling for too long, because suddenly you're being lifted off the surface just to be dunked under the water, flailing for a moment before breaking the surface.
“Wonwoo!” you screech, but he’s already on the opposite end of the pool, laughing maniacally. You’re rethinking your stance on drunk Wonwoo, because you aren’t liking him too much.
He’s unfortunately a faster swimmer, but you have him cornered in the pool. He makes to go below, escaping your wrath of you and your dripping wet hair, but instead you hear him yell.
Through the water, you watch him grab his calf, face contorted like he banged the sting wound on the wall of the pool. Immediately, you move forward to check on him.
“Does it hurt?” you ask sharply, mind already racing to where the topical was inside the room.
But you should’ve known, because as soon as you’re close enough for him to grab, you’re being snatched off guard and caged between him and the pool wall.
You want to stay mad at him, but it’s difficult when you note how his shoulders are blocking the entire sun from view, casting you in a shadow shaped like your husband.
“What was that for?”
He only shrugs, hands roaming the expanse of your skin in the water. “I missed you.”
Rolling your eyes, you attempt to break free. He blocks you, whining as he buries his face into your neck. “I said I missed you.”
Another thing about drunk Wonwoo—his sex drive shoots for the clouds.
Even now as he’s mouthing the side of your neck, you can feel him through his swim trunks, pressing you against the pool wall, water spilling over the edge. His input on your choice of swimwear should’ve been your sign, but as he fiddles with the straps of your bottoms, you decide to resign into him.
Water is Wonwoo’s biggest enemy as he finds out how difficult it is to create friction like this, the tent in his bottoms pressing against your stomach. You decide you’re going to be nice, palming him through his trunks. Your other hand is around his middle, roaming to his front as you let them wander over his skin.
He groans contently into your neck, coming up to take your mouth. His tongue pushes in, and you let him lick and suck on your tongue, pulling away only to go right back in. It seems your hands aren’t enough, because he’s suddenly gripping you by the sides and pulling you out of the water, finding yourself sitting by the poolside.
There’s water everywhere as you get a headstart, but he’s enthusiastic even while tipsy, lifting you off the ground at the steps. To your surprise, he doesn’t head for the bedroom, and instead places you on one of the beach chairs on the porch.
“Wonwoo,” you begin, slightly scandalised.
“It’s just us,” he says, nipping at the shell of your ear.
It was sheltered enough, canopied but exposed enough to have you giggling through it. Wonwoo is an efficient man, not a second wasted as he rids you of your bottoms, his own swimming trunks coming off, landing somewhere on the floor with a wet thwack.
He’s sinking into you within seconds, hovering over you as he mouths your cleavage spilling out of your bikini top, licking and dragging his tongue over your skin. You move to take it off, but he stops you.
“No,” he says sharply, pinning your hands in front of you. “Stays on.”
So maybe you underestimated how much he liked it, but you can’t bother to think about it when he picks up his pace, slamming into you so hard the chair rattles and shakes beneath you. Your wrists remained tied with his hand, reaching out as far as you can to touch his stomach, needing to feel him somehow.
The noises you're making are only fueling him, hand coming up to squeeze your breast through the wet fabric, slipping his fingers underneath to play with your nipple, erect from the cold. His knees are in place steadfast on either side of the beach chair, and you have to ask.
“Isn’t that–humph–burning?” you ask through pants.
“Don’t,” he thrusts up hard, “care.”
Taking a moment, you look up at him, and he’s enamoured with the sight of your wet body in front of him, but all you can see is how he manages to encase you with his body alone, the flop his hair over his beautiful eyes, How pretty he looks in the partial shade. How in love he looks with you.
His thrusts are getting sloppier, and you’re moaning so loud it’s beginning to hurt your throat. “Wonwoo, I think—”
“Me too, me too, me too,” he babbles as he feels the familiar clamp of your walls around him, the mesmerizing arch of your back, the way you rip your hands from his hold, only to seize his arms to ground yourself as you ride out your high. He doesn’t fail to abuse your clit, fingers pressing and rubbing just hard enough to send you to a place so far away from here.
“Oh…Wonwoo, fuck, that’s so–so good.” It sounds like a sob, and maybe you are crying a little bit.
He follows you on your descent, hips harried and face contorted like he’s forgotten how to hold himself back. He cums inside you, and you can’t help moaning at the feeling.
He’s hardly brought himself down to Earth when you’re being yanked towards the side of the beach chair, legs over the edge. There’s a loud groan from the chair as it's yanked to the side so Wonwoo can sit on the floor in front of you.
Legs thrown over his shoulder, he watches as the white of his cum leaks out of your raw hole, the sight nearly giving him another erection before he can even dry off. His mouth meets your cunt, lapping at the mix of his cum and your release off your thighs, your hole, spilled over your clit.
You’re overstimulated, but you only prop yourself on your forearms to watch him suck on your clit like he was starved, tongue flat on the muscle as he rubs against your folds. His finger pushes through your entrance, the sound downright sinful as he pumps his cum in and out of your hole.
The second orgasm hits you like a truck, shaking like you’d lost yourself on the chair as you finish hard. Seeing stars in daylight, painting the blue sky.
When Wonwoo emerges, eyes dazed and a slight smirk on his face, he’s panting, leaning against your thighs. He places one last open mouthed kiss against your thigh before dealing with your jellied form, slumping against the chair as you attempt to relearn how to breathe.
“You–” you pant. “We need to get drunk more often.”
He only grins at your suggestion to turn into alcoholics for the sake of mind blowing sex.
“I love you,” he says as he scoops you up into his arms, and you want to ask what ounce of superhuman strength he even had left to pull you into a sitting position, seeing as your own muscles are of no help whatsoever.
Your legs are swung across his thighs as you sit on his lap till you can recover. His mouth is covered in your bodily fluids, but you’re reminded what love feels like when you let him kiss you all over regardless.
“I love you too,” you say. “And I’ll keep loving you if you keep eating me out like that.”
“What happened to unconditional love?” he laughs.
You push back the wet mop of his hair, letting his face come into full view.
“Still unconditional,” you respond. “Always unconditional.”
He leans in to kiss you, and you immediately taste the salt on his tongue, but all you want is to move deeper.
“Unconditional,” he mumbles into your mouth, and you're immediately smiling.
He pulls away for a moment, staring at you for a moment. “I think you’ve recovered.”
“Hm?” you question.
You know the answer when you’re suddenly being yanked by the hand back inside. “Wonwoo,” you scream as he gives you no room to prepare, pulling you indoors while the sliding door slams shut behind you.
Hi! I hope you're having a great time! I'd like to request a Lawyer!Wonwoo who is stressed about this one case he's handling so he release sum heat off to younger!reader (which is his fu€k buddy) in his office. So yeah, age gap, smut, p in v, hard fu€king, size kink(wonwoo's), praise kink(reader's) and oral sex (both receiving)
Stress Relief (Lawyer!Wonwoo x Assistant!Reader)
Synopsis: Lawyer!Wonwoo's most recent case is getting on his nerves - you relieve that stress for him.
Warnings: mdni 18+, dirty talk, praise, lawyer!wonwoo, assistant!reader, secret office romance, oral (m rec.), size kink, oral (f rec.), rough, age gap wonwoo is in his 40s, reader is mid-20s, spitting, in his office after hours, name calling (pretty, baby, sir-) idk I might be missing tags
WC: 3.6K
Songs I listened to: Been Like This by Doja Cat | You by Don Toliver ft. Travis Scott | Loveeeeeee Song by Rihanna
"Poor Wonwoo," your eyes flick up from the monitor screen to your right, catching Ji-hye's lips curve into a pout. Her eyes are already on the person she's talking about, and you can't help but follow her line of sight as Ha-rin hummed in agreement.
Jeon Wonwoo was in the main conference room of the law firm, with piles and piles of paperwork sprawled along the table as he and his team spoke. The conference room had floor-to-ceiling glass windows as walls, which meant everyone in the office might not hear the high-profile case they were discussing, but everyone could see it.
Their body language was easy to read. Everyone in that meeting was strung up, shoulders tensed, fingers running through their hair as they filed through paperwork. It was one of the biggest cases the law firm was taking, and it was an obvious choice to have Jeon Wonwoo represent. He'd been a part of the company for 15 years. He was the best lawyer in the country.
"I heard he's been staying after hours for the past three days," Ha-rin whispered, and your eyes slowly trailed over the older gentleman in question. Wonwoo had a mature, commanding handsomeness that easily turned heads without a word. His gaze was sharp, and he held a calm confidence that demanded respect. It was no surprise that almost every woman in the office had a little office crush on him.
"Oh?" Ji-hye's cheeks flushed with a soft pink hue, and your teeth sank into your bottom lip. "If he asked me to stay with him after hours, I wouldn't hesitate." The two women shared a laugh, giggling as they waved goodbye to you and returned to their own respective cubicles.
You watched them disappear with a silent scrunch of your nose and then turned to look back at your monitor. Their words swirled around your brain, and your fingers hovered above your keyboard. You decided another look wouldn't be too bad, and your eyes flickered to the left above your monitor.
Wonwoo caught your eyes head-on, his palms leaning on the conference table, his gaze burning through yours as the people around him still worked hard. The air around you sharpened like a pulled thread, tense and electric. His gaze didn't just linger - it locked onto yours and sent your heart stumbling. The world blurred at the edges, colors dimming until only he remained, staring at you with a quiet hunger that stole the breath from your lungs. His eyes tracked over your face with slow, deliberate purpose, as if committing every detail to memory. And when that subtle, devastating half-smile curved on his lips, it felt like a promise—an invite for something more.
You panicked. Your face flushed with warmth, your thighs clenching together for relief, and you squirmed in your seat as you quickly bent your head down to look at your monitor. You could only imagine how you must have looked to Wonwoo, and you could only hope no one else in the office saw the way you both stared at each other.
You couldn't let anyone know about your relationship with the older man. You had always been adamant that you didn't mix work with pleasure. But when work got hard or stressful, it was Wonwoo who was there. And when you thought you two wouldn't have anything in common given your age difference, your bodies did all the talking.
"You working late tonight?" You were pulled from your thoughts by a voice you'd recognize anywhere now. A shiver runs down your spine as you see his finger tap mindlessly on your desk. Your eyes flickered up to see Wonwoo leaning on your desk, his eyes still filled with a dark intensity that had you stumbling over your words.
"I-I believe so-" Your response brings a rare smile to his lips, and he tapped your desk twice, a little hum falling from his lips as he nodded and swiftly walked away, leaving your head spinning.
And it came as no surprise that an hour after everyone had left, you found yourself on your knees between Wonwoo's legs. Wonwoo was rolling up the sleeves of his button-up shirt, his eyes locked on yours, a quiet confidence flowing from him as he sat in his office chair. "Well?" His eyebrow raised, and your cheeks flushed as you flicked your gaze from his dark eyes to the bulge straining against his slacks.
"Sir-" your tongue wets your lips, your mouth parting, watering as you look up at the older man. Alone with him, you couldn't deny how much you wanted him. And it makes him sneer with a wicked grin, his glasses glinting in the low lighting of his office as he watches you squirm. You're such a needy little thing, and you've been haunting his mind all day. The short skirts you wear around the office, your shirts hugging your soft body, your pretty lips shining with your lip gloss as you spoke to your co-workers. You drove him insane. He could only think about how it would look with your shiny lip gloss smeared around the base of his cock when you sucked it.
You don't realize just how much he needs this. His muscles tensed, fingers itching to break you, mold you, consume you. "Lemme see your pretty mouth, Baby." He spoke with a commanding warmth that felt both powerful and intimate. "Tell me, did you miss it being stuffed with my cock?"
A pleasant shiver runs down your spine, your eyelashes fluttering as he leans forward, his thumb pulling your chin down to make your mouth part. Without needing instruction, your tongue sticks out, your fingers curling into your cute office skirt that was on the cusp of being inappropriate to be considered work attire. "Please," you whimpered, and Wonwoo's thumb swiped over your lips, smearing the lip gloss across your cheek. He flashed you a smirk and leaned back, raising an eyebrow towards you.
"Well, since you asked so nicely."
And fuck, you didn't hesitate. Leaning forward, swiftly unbuckling his belt and unzipping his slacks to free his cock. Wonwoo's cock was so pretty. Big, long, thick, and curving to the left. He had veins running down his shaft, his fat mushroom tip a dark red, already leaking with precum. The sight made your mouth drool, your hand wrapping around his length and earning a quick inhale from Wonwoo through clenched teeth.
Your hand pumped his cock a few times, stroking from the base all the way to his tip, spreading his precum around the head of his cock. You could already imagine the ache you'll have in your jaw when he's stuffed in your mouth, and the thought alone has you impatient. Your pretty mouth wraps around the bulbous mushroom tip, your tongue swirling to collect his precum onto your taste buds. And both of your moans reverberate through the small office.
Wonwoo leans farther back into his office chair, legs spreading wider for you as you bob your head halfway down his thick cock. He watches with half-lidded eyes when you moan around his length, your eyes falling closed, one hand wrapping around his shaft that wasn't in your mouth yet. Your other hand holds onto his knee to anchor you. His cum is a little salty, a taste that you enjoy and hum happily as it pools on your tongue. He feels so good, stuffing your mouth, his tip prodding the back of your throat.
The size of him sliding deeper and deeper with each bob of your head causes your air to be cut off, and your eyes water as he triggers your gag reflex. "Tha's it, choke on my cock, Pretty. Look at you slobbering on it so eagerly-" his hand finds the back of your head, and he's pushing you farther down. Your throat constricts around his cock with a vulgar gag, your nose brushing the trimmed hair on his pelvis. It has big fat tears falling from your eyes, your moans muffled by his cock, and waves of your arousal gushing onto your panties. "Yeah, take it all - hah - so good f'me. Keepin' me nice n' warm in your throat."
Your fingers dig into his knee, your saliva drooling on his cock and slipping from the corner of your mouth, dripping down your chin. You're a mess. Mascara smearing with your tears, your lips stretched around his girth, drooling into his lap, all cock drunk. You look so perfect, and his abs are tensing, the muscles in his thighs locking up as you slurp him up like it's all you were made to do.
Wonwoo's eyes roll to the back of his head. The sight of your teary eyes looking up at him as you choke on his cock brings his orgasm closer faster. He could see the way your cheeks filled each time he shoved you down, sliding his cock to the back of your throat just to hear your gags echo along his office walls. "Fuck, your mouth is always so m-messy. You always know how to fuckin' t-take it-" Wonwoo's hand keeps your head down, his hips bucking up to fuck your mouth sloppily. The warmth in his stomach is burning hotter, and his balls are tensing - you have the lewdest expression plastered on your face, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you slobber his cock, soaking wet.
By this point, Wonwoo's going to cum, and your mouth suck him like you're trying to milk his soul out. His thighs shake, his glasses fog up, and he's cursing under his breath as he pulls you off him with a wet 'plop.' Your pussy throbs between your thighs, your mouth parted, gasping for air as strings of your saliva connect you to his cock. It's filthy, dirty, and Wonwoo's cock jerks as he groans lowly from the sight.
Before you can reach for his cock again, his large hands drag you up, pulling you into his lap. His lips crash into yours, stealing your breath from your lungs again as he kisses you like he owns you. You're melting in his embrace, your fingers curling into his shirt, your pretty little moans swallowed by him as he pushes your skirt to bunch around your waist.
Your pretty panties stick to your drooling cunt like second skin, a wet, damp spot visible between your plush thighs. And when Wonwoo sets you on top of his desk, spreading your legs wide for him to kneel between, his breath hitches. "Is this all f'me?" He asks as his thumbs rub over your wet folds through your ruined panties. His eyes flicker to you, seeing how needy you look already. Your cheeks reddening, your eyes glossy as you dumbly nod at him. It makes Wonwoo grin, his thumb pressing on your puffy clit, rubbing your panties farther into the bundle of nerves, watching as you gush more of your sweet honey from your pussy. "Always so wet f'me."
His fingers curl into the soaked fabric, sliding them down your legs and pocketing the material in his pants for later. He gives you a wink and spreads your legs more. "Keep 'em open f'me - tha's it. Good girl," he praised, and your cunt throbbed, your whine pathetic as he brought one of your hands to the back of his head. His mouth hovered over your glittering folds, his glasses still a little fogged up. "Don't forget to pull hard, f'me." Reminding you he has a little bit of a pain kink.
It was your only warning before he was shoving face-first into your dripping cunt. He devours you like you're his favorite meal. His tongue flattens against your wet folds, licking a broad stripe up to your puffy clit. His mouth wraps around the sensitive nub, sucking it in his mouth like it was candy. Your mouth drops, your thighs shake, and your cries resonate loudly with the filthy squelches of your pussy.
Wonwoo slurps, his moans muffled between your thighs as he sucks your sweet honey into his mouth. He could eat your pussy for hours, sucking your wet folds in between his lips, tongue lapping, French kissing your pussy until you're soaking his face. He's trawling the pointed end of his nose up n' down against your clit, his tongue curling and swirling your entrance to slurp the sweet juices that gushed out.
And like he asked, your fingers twist in his hair, your stomach flexing, your thighs shaking as you tug. Your head spins, your breath coming up short as he messily makes out with your slobbering cunt. The pain of you tugging only makes him feral. The stress of work is projected onto your poor cunt. His fingers pry apart your gooey folds, his mouth pursing, and a wet splatter drips into the mess between your legs. Wonwoo smears the glob of his saliva he spat on your pretty pussy with his thumb, tapping hearts onto your clit until your hips are bucking into his open mouth.
"Fuck, jus' ngh- jus' like that-" You squeal, and he's shoving his tongue into your winking entrance, stretching your gummy walls around the wet muscle as his thumb presses your clit with mean circles. Your syrupy honey clings to Wonwoo's thick tongue, a soppy 'pap' ringing through the air each time his mouth clashed with your weeping pussy. He spits into your sopping cunt again, chasing the glob of saliva with his tongue, making you even more of a mess.
An overwhelming feeling shoots through your entire body, a raw sob falling from your lips as you suddenly cum. Wonwoo pins your legs over his broad shoulders, letting your hips buck against his face, slurping all your sweet juices. Your fingertips dig into his scalp, mushing his face even closer as you ride your orgasm all over his face.
Your thighs tremble even after the ringing in your ears subsides, and your eyes blink heavily. Your mouth is parched as you watch Wonwoo stand before you, licking his mouth that drips with your arousal. His pupils are blown, his fingers wiping his mouth messily.
"Bend over the desk. Now." And your legs wobble as you obey. Your legs spread apart, showing Wonwoo your quivering pussy as you lean over his desk without a fight. Your fingers clutch the edge of his desk, biting your lip in anticipation as he stands behind you. "You listen to me so well," he hums, and his warm palms rub your ass fondly, sliding up your lower back and keeping you in place against his desk. "I've been missing your pussy all week, Pretty."
His confession has your whole body shivering. You can't see him, and the thrill of what's to come has your cunt drooling even more. You hear him sigh, the wet schlick of his hand stroking his cock echoing and then you feel him.
His palm burns heat onto your lower back as he holds you down and uses his other hand to slide the head of his fat cock along your puffy folds. He makes sure to rub his tip around your pulsating clit, relishing in the mewl you let out in response. His teeth sink into his bottom lip, watching how your wet folds stretch so much already at just the teasing of his cock.
It makes his dick throb, jerking in his hand. The size difference was enough to have his breath hitching and his biceps flexing as he notches his cock to your entrance. "Remember to breathe f'me, Pretty." He doesn't move until you weakly nod your head, and then his hips push forward.
Your jaw slacks, your lungs squeezing the air from you as he bullies his heavy cock inside you. He's the biggest you've ever had, and he fills you so thoroughly you have to reach behind you to place your palm on his hip to steady yourself. You can feel every inch slowly drag into your wet channel, stretching your gummy walls until you mold to the shape of him. It has your toes curling in your heels, your drool slipping down your chin as your eyes cross. You can feel him in your stomach, reaching for your throat when he finally bottoms out. And you convulse around his girth, clamping around his cock rapidly as you cry in pleasure.
"You take me so well, Pretty." His praise caresses your brain, turning it into mush as you whine. "Bet I could jus' stay still and rub your cute little clit and you'd cum all over me, huh?" Your pussy clenches at his words, your hips pushing back to take him deeper, and you can feel the size of him stretch you wide.
Oh fuck.
Oh fuck.
But Wonwoo needs you in such a carnal way, he can feel your pussy slurping his cock, wringing him so tightly. It has his fingers clutching onto your hips, sweat perspiring along his forehead. "Mmm, maybe next time," And then he's pulling back, almost all the way out, and slamming back in hard. The curve of Wonwoo's cock reaches deep in places you didn't even know existed, and you're forced to hold onto the desk for dear life.
Wonwoo sets up a brutal pace. His hips smacking against your plush ass, making it jiggle with each piston of his hips. The desk creaks, moaning with you as he pounds you into it. The force of it has the desk scratching across the floor with the wood digging into your upper thighs, and your body contemplates running away from his powerful thrusts.
Wonwoo fucks you like he's mad at you. His fingers spread your cheeks apart to watch your pussy struggle to take him. He's stuffing you full over and over again, his cock abusing your sweet spot with filthy kisses from his tip. "Don' run away f'me, Pretty. You can take it - hah - take all of it, yes, jus' like that." His hands pull you back to meet each one of his nasty thrusts, using you like his personal cocksleeve, until you're fucking yourself back onto him. His smile is sleazy, his hand moving to the front of your throat, lifting your head up so you're arching for him beautifully.
The change of the angle has you gasping. Your hand slammed onto his desk as your other one held his wrist for mercy. He squeezes your throat, his hips grinding into your cunt sinfully. His other hand moves to your stomach, pushing down, and making stars burst behind your eyelids. "Do ya feel that?" His body leans over yours, his mouth kissing the curve of your ear as he ruins you wickedly. "Tha's me, right there."
Your brain short-circuits. Your mouth gaping, short of breath as his hand keeps holding your neck while he presses down on your stomach. "Right there, righ-ht there," you're babbling, and then shuddering. A high-pitched squeal, hiccuping from your glossy lips as you suddenly cum for the second time. A white hot heat consumes you, your eyes rolling back as you garble nonsense from your open mouth. And Wonwoo doesn't stop. He's buried balls deep, his fat base thwacking against your quivering pussy until you're trembling, dumb off his cock, drooling onto his papers.
Your body slumps, and Wonwoo groans, "Too much for ya? Aw, c'mon - gimme one more, you're so pretty when you cum on my cock." His hand on your stomach slides between your legs, and the hand on your throat pulls you up so your back is against his chest. "Lemme see that pretty pussy squirt f'me." He presses a sloppy kiss just below your ear and thumbs your clit like it was his own personal instrument to abuse. Your entire body tingles, your walls clamping around his cock pathetically as you sob.
It feels too good. It feels too much. And your body reacts to Wonwoo's so beautifully. His praise of how good you feel, how wet and warm you are, how pretty you look like this, is white-noise to your ears. All you can focus on is the third orgasm fast approaching. Your legs wobble, your tears stain your cheeks, and when Wonwoo pinches your clit between his fingers, your body tenses, locking up as your pussy gushes.
As he wanted, your sweet slick squirts, soaking his hand and cock, and triggering his own orgasm. He slips from your slippery cunt with a curse, his fist jerking his cock angrily before spilling his cum all over your ass as you slump over his desk exhausted.
With Wonwoo's cock still twitching, his fist milks every last drop onto your skin, and he immediately feels ten times better. His chest heaves, panting for breath as he fixes his clothes and reaches for wipes to clean you up - you tell him you can't move, and it makes him chuckle softly. "Aren't you supposed to be the young one?" He teases and pulls your short skirt back down. He helps you stand up, smirking at how you wobble and weakly swat his arm.
"I think you aged me five years."
Wonwoo rolls his eyes playfully, but still wraps his arm around your waist to lead you out of his office. You can see how much he's changed, his body no longer strung up, his muscles relaxed, and his eyes lighter. "Whatever, keep complaining while we get some food."
Your heart stutters, and you've been effectively momentarily silenced. You already muddled business and pleasure - you might as well cross all your rules you've mentally put up for yourself. Your lips purse, and your body leans more into Wonwoo's side as you both get into the elevator. "You're buying."
And Wonwoo grins, he'd have it no other way.
A/N: Ik it took me forever to answer, but hello! Loved this prompt, and I thank you for sending this to me because I love Wonwoo so much! I just know nothing about being a lawyer, so please bear that in mind lmao. As always, comments, kudos, and feedback are appreciated! Engagement with authors who write mean a lot to the writer's so thank you for enjoying!
It’s the kind you notice slowly like realizing the room has been warm this whole time.
At first, people think he’s distant.
Quiet, always thinking, eyes hidden behind glasses or focused on something else. He doesn’t reach for you immediately in public, doesn’t interrupt, doesn’t say much unless it matters.
But you learn quickly.
He notices everything.
The way you push your sleeves up when you’re nervous.
The way your voice drops when you’re tired.
The exact moment your mood shifts, even if you haven’t said a word.
He doesn’t ask, “Are you okay?”
He just slides a drink toward you.
Moves a little closer.
Lets his hand rest near yours close enough if you want to take it.
He leaves the choice to you.
His love language isn’t loud affection.
It’s presence.
Late nights where you sit beside him while he reads or plays a game, your legs tangled together without thinking about it.
Him sending you random things he finds articles, songs, quotes with no explanation, just a quiet “this made me think of you.”
Fixing small things for you without mentioning it.
You once complained about your charger being broken.
The next day, a new one was already on your desk.
No note. No comment.
When you asked, he just shrugged.
“You needed it.”
But when it comes to you?
He’s softer than anyone expects.
When you’re alone, he’s different.
He pulls you into him like he’s been holding back all day arms wrapping around your waist from behind, chin resting on your shoulder.
“You talk a lot,” he murmurs sometimes.
“And you don’t talk enough,” you shoot back.
He hums, pressing a quiet kiss to your neck.
Balance.
Arguments with him aren’t explosive.
They’re… frustrating.
Because he goes quiet.
Not cold just internal.
You’ll be pacing, explaining, emotions spilling out, and he’ll just sit there, listening, eyes focused, absorbing everything.
“Say something,” you’ll snap.
“I’m thinking,” he replies calmly.
And somehow, that makes you even more annoyed.
But he never dismisses you.
Never raises his voice.
When he finally speaks, it’s slow, measured.
“I get why you’re upset,” he’ll say. “But that’s not what I meant.”
And he’ll explain carefully, clearly, like he’s choosing each word so it doesn’t hurt you more.
If he’s wrong?
He admits it.
Quietly. Sincerely.
“I’m sorry.”
No ego. No pride.
And later hours later, when everything has settled you’ll feel his hand find yours again, fingers intertwining like nothing was ever meant to stay broken.
PDA with him is… minimal.
But meaningful.
He won’t cling to you in front of everyone.
But his hand will always find the small of your back when guiding you through a crowd.
His fingers will brush yours under the table.
He’ll adjust your jacket without thinking, fix your hair gently, like it’s instinct.
And sometimes rarely he’ll lean down and press a quick kiss to your temple.
So quick most people miss it.
But you don’t.
Jealousy?
He doesn’t show it easily.
But you see it in the way his jaw tightens slightly when someone gets too comfortable with you.
The way he suddenly appears beside you, not saying anything, just there.
A quiet claim.
Later, when you’re alone, he’ll mumble:
“They were talking to you a lot.”
You smirk. “You jealous?”
A pause.
“…A little.”
Honest. Always honest.
And love with him?
It’s steady.
It’s reading in silence while your legs are draped over his lap.
It’s him remembering the smallest details about you without trying.
It’s the way he looks at you when you’re not paying attention soft, thoughtful, like he’s memorizing you.
summary: you're a witch, and you come across the cutest black cat only to find out there's more to him than meets the eye
a/n: happy october! this is (hopefully) the first of my spooky fics this month, hope ya like it. wonwoo come home, the kids miss you </3
tw/cw: (minors dni) smut, service top!wonwoo (kinda), toxic boyfriend!mingyu mentioned, light jealousy, gaslighting, unprotected p in v (be safe out there), creampie, praise, multiple reader orgasms, mentions of witchcraft, magic powers, and familiars, wonwoo turns into a human
wc: 4.7k
PROLOGUE
You were a bit of a late bloomer when it came to being a witch. There were signs here and there as you were growing up, little occurrences that were unexplainable or strange coincidences, but you were adopted, so you had no way of knowing that your parents happened to be fairly powerful witches. Or that these powers were seemingly passed down to you now. Luckily, a long lost aunt found you at the ripe age of 23 and reached out to you. She explained everything. Your parents had passed long ago and gave you up for your safety. She asked if you wanted to learn, and slowly but surely, she helped you to grow your powers and get to where you are now.
Your life wasn’t exceptionally different after honing your powers, though it did come with some perks, of course. Things often worked in your favor because of magic, but you had absolutely no interest in delving into darker types of magic that had to do with controlling other people or their thoughts and feelings. You didn’t want to take advantage of anyone or anything and luckily, your aunt’s coven felt the same.
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You were walking home after a coven meeting when you saw the most beautiful black cat on a stoop.
“Hi, cutie,” you coo, reaching out and letting the kitty smell you before petting it. The sweet feline rubbed up against your hand and started purring loudly. “Oh, you’re just a loving little sweetheart, aren’t you? I wish I had food for you,” you pout, petting him a bit more before resuming your walk. A few steps into your journey, you turn to find you aren’t alone anymore- the stray was now walking alongside you. You didn’t think he would actually follow you all the way home, but lo and behold, he was now pawing at your front door waiting for you to unlock it and allow him entry.
You wouldn’t normally take in a stray or even entertain the concept of getting a pet. You were a relatively busy person and knew you couldn’t handle the responsibility of taking in a fur baby. But something was telling you to keep this animal around.
“Well, I guess I should come up with a name for you,” you say more to yourself than to him as you take your shoes off at the front door.
“Meow.”
That’s weird. You could’ve sworn you heard a meow, but your brain is understanding something else entirely.
“I’m sorry, I must be losing my mind- I really must be if I’m talking to a cat- but did you say your name is Wonwoo?” you ask, looking at the cat, scared of it actually replying.
“Meow,” he confirms looking up at you.
Okay, so you really are losing your mind. You start thinking about who to call. Your aunt hadn’t mentioned anything about having conversations with animals but maybe it was rare and not worth mentioning off the bat? Or maybe you were actually full blown, need-to-be-hospitalized, experiencing-psychosis level losing it.
As you’re pondering upon what your future will look like from the inside of the psych ward, Wonwoo the cat is delicately stepping on furniture to get to your bookshelf where he calmly knocks over a book onto the floor, pulling you out of your thoughts. You flinch at the noise and walk over to reprimand the little fluff ball who was seemingly desperate for attention and also freaking you out.
“Wonwoo, what are you doing?” you groan before looking down at the book. It was facing up, which was weird, and it was open to the first page of a chapter called “Familiars.” You read the first paragraph and realized what was going on.
Your aunt had mentioned that familiars were a thing but that not every witch had them. She said that since you hadn’t found one by this point, you likely wouldn’t have one. She tried to comfort you by telling you that they were unnecessary, but you did feel kind of left out. She didn’t provide any specific details on what they looked like though, just that they typically found you as a teenager around the time your powers show up. She didn’t share more because she pitied you for not having one since you didn’t notice your powers until later in life. Your brain came up with the image of a familiar- you thought it would look like this scary looking humanoid thing, or even a demon. Instead, you have this cute little kitty cat.
“Wait, so you’re my familiar?”
“Yes,” he meowed in response, stretching as he made his way over to you.
“Okay, I’m going to have to get used to the whole understanding meows thing, but this is kinda insane. I guess I gotta get you some food and treats or something, Nonu,” you ramble, taking a seat on the couch, trying to think logically, “Do you eat regular food and treats? Wait, is it okay if I call you Nonu? It’s just so cute and you might be a magical being but you’re also so adorable-”
Wonwoo hops onto your lap, rubbing against you and purring in satisfaction, confirming his appreciation of the cute nickname.
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Wonwoo was the perfect addition to your life. It was exactly like the book said- he was basically there to serve you and make your life easier, though you didn’t really like the concept of him being expected to bow to your every whim.
You knew a lot of witches treated familiars like slaves, and you hated the idea of someone having done that to Wonwoo in the past. He helped you, of course, but you also tried to make his life better in return. He seemed to be satisfied with hearty meals and loads of affection. It was a special connection between the two of you, one that you’d never experienced. And it was a connection your boyfriend wasn’t the biggest fan of.
“It’s weird. Wonwoo is weird, he’s a weird cat-” he whispers, glancing over at your cat like it was listening to him (which he was).
“Mingyu, he’s not weird- he’s just a cat.” you reply blankly.
Your boyfriend didn’t know anything about your magic powers, and you preferred to leave it that way. It was honestly for the best. He probably wouldn’t be the biggest fan if he knew that your cat was in fact there to serve you as a very special companion in your life and was not just a regular every day kitty cat.
“It’s like he’s always watching us-” he whines.
“Baby, he’s just a really protective pet. He has separation anxiety, so he likes to be able to see me, that’s all. It’s not really that big of a deal!” you try to comfort. You use the same argument you’ve used for the last year to attempt to defend your sweet familiar from your boyfriend’s grievances. Mingyu, as always, is not having it.
“He hates me- he’s always trying to get in between us, and have you realized that our sex life has almost completely evaporated since you got him? Also what kind of a name is Wonwoo?” he asks, rolling his eyes.
“He doesn’t hate you, Mingyu- you’re being dramatic-”
Wonwoo hated Mingyu. Like despised, abhorred, loathed. Absolutely could not stand the guy. Wonwoo had been alive for thousands of years and never in his life had he encountered a man he hated so much.
Mingyu was always late picking you up for dates. He never listened to you- whether it was listening to you vent about your problems or listening to you when you asked him to do the dishes or do you a favor. He practically ignored you unless you were giving him validation.
Sometimes, Wonwoo would follow you on your dates to make sure you were safe but also to spy and gather more reasons to hate Mingyu. Unfortunately for Wonwoo (fortunately for you), Mingyu wasn’t cheating on you, but he wasn’t completely innocent either. He was constantly checking out other women and even flirting if you happened to be in the restroom.
He was actually quite useless, and Wonwoo was getting tired of him. He even makes you pay for food every time you go out! He also makes you pay for delivery orders whenever you order in at home. He makes more money than you for fuck’s sake! The worst part, though, (to Wonwoo at least) was that Mingyu didn’t even make you cum most of the time. 90% of the time, he would leave you high and dry, not interested in anything but chasing his own pleasure. If you had an orgasm, it was just a lucky accident. You could do so much better than that asshole.
God, he hated Mingyu.
So yes, on occasion, Wonwoo would make it obvious that he hated your loser ass boyfriend. He would scratch Mingyu. Sit on your lap when you’re snuggling on the couch with Mingyu. Jump in bed, get in between you two, and steal the cuddles you’d be giving to Mingyu otherwise. Sometimes, if he was feeling particularly bitchy, he would use his powers to unlock the door while you were having sex and interrupt, jumping onto the bed and hopefully killing the mood (for Mingyu specifically). It worked almost every time.
You would occasionally be a little mad, but you gave your otherwise sweet familiar the benefit of the doubt. You knew he would never do anything malicious or try to hurt or sabotage you. Your relationship with Wonwoo was sacred and protected, and you knew he would do anything for you because you would also do anything for him.
Wonwoo wanted the best for you, and that did not include Mingyu. You deserved so much better.
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“What the fuck is your problem?” you yell as you walk through your door, not caring about the neighbors.
Whoa. Wonwoo’s never seen you yell before. He gets up from where he was laying on the couch, stretches, and sits upright, waiting to see what happens. Whatever’s got you like this must be really serious. Maybe it’s his lucky day and he’ll finally get to see the end of Mingyu.
“What the fuck is your problem?” Mingyu yells back, “You’re being so fucking dramatic right now.”
“Mingyu! You talked to your friends about how you wished you could fuck my aunt-”
You’ve got to be joking. This is gold. It isn’t so bad that you’ll feel the same traumatization as you would from infidelity, but this is more than enough reason to kick this loser to the curb. Wonwoo is very intrigued by these developments, though he does feel bad that you’re going through this at all.
“Why are you acting like this is such a big deal? It happened so long ago and it was a joke. God, you’re always like this-”
“How can you not think this is a big deal, fucker? Are you fucking brain dead?! And do not fucking say ‘you’re always like this’ and minimize this shit!!”
“You’re being a real bitch right now!” Mingyu screams at you, looking aggressive in a way Wonwoo doesn’t really like. He immediately pounces, digging his claws into Mingyu’s thigh. Mingyu hisses at the pain and rips Wonwoo off his leg, throwing him across the room. You gasp in horror and your stomach drops as Wonwoo’s body hits the wall and collapses onto the floor. You immediately run to check on him.
“Oh calm down, it’s just a cat. You’re seriously overreacting right now, Jesus-”
“Nonu, hey, you’re okay right, baby?” you say, fighting tears as you try to make sure your familiar isn’t hurt too badly from your dickhead boyfriend. Your heart breaks seeing his slow breathing, clearly hurt.
“Everyone agrees with me by the way. You’re the problem- you’re the one who’s difficult,” Mingyu says.
“Get. Out.” you say through gritted teeth, still trying to comfort Wonwoo. It’s all your fault that this happened. If you weren’t dating Mingyu, this would have never happened.Wonwoo’s the most important thing in your life, and this stupid fuck might have genuinely injured him.
“Whatever. Call me when you’re done being a drama queen-” Mingyu snides, not making a move towards the door just yet.
That’s it.
You get up from your place on the floor and walk right up to Mingyu. He’s slightly startled because he’s never seen that look in your eyes before.
“Get out. Don’t look at me. Don’t talk to me. Don’t come by my house. We’re done.”
“Wha-”
“Get out!” you yell, your powers making the apartment rattle as if an earthquake were happening. That seems to be enough to scare him, and he runs right out.
You fall to your knees and start sobbing, all of the emotions hitting you at once. Mingyu was a shit boyfriend, so you’re crying more so for the time wasted than for him. And he hurt your familiar, the one thing you should have been protecting.
“I’m so sorry, but good riddance-” you hear. It feels familiar, but you’re positive that this is a voice you’ve never heard before. And it’s coming from a man.
You turn to see a beautiful man dressed in all black laying down where your familiar was laying just a minute ago.
“What the fuck?!” you scream, immediately taking a defensive position.
The man gives you a confused look, not realizing what’s causing you distress until he looked down at himself. “Whoa-”
“Nonu? Is that you?” you question, and you see the man blush at the nickname. He really did think it was so cute. He thought you were cute.
“Uh yes, hi.” he replies, sheepishly.
“How did this happen? I didn’t know you could transform into a human-”
“Well I actually couldn't. This has never happened, but I've heard that for some familiars, once the connection between them and their witch is strong enough, it’s possible to gain shapeshifting abilities. Basically, they can shift into a more human-like form, among other things.” your silence makes him fidget, “So I guess that’s me. You choosing me over Mingyu must have strengthened our connection.”
“Wow-” you reply, still in disbelief, “You look- just wow. I never expected this to happen, and I never would’ve expected that you would look like this.”
“Like what?”
“So hot,” you state, openly gawking at him.
He smirks before groaning in pain.
“Oh my God, are you okay? I really can’t believe he did that-” you say, getting close to him and placing your hand on his shoulder. His face heats up at the sudden contact.
“It’s fine. I’m not indestructible, but I’m magic, remember? I should be fully healed in the next 10 minutes-”
“I guess I should probably start feeding you something other than cat food now,” you giggle, excited for this new version of your familiar.
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Living with human Wonwoo has taken some getting used to. Oftentimes, he shapeshifts back into a cat before bed (for your comfort more than anything), but his human form helps with more practical things like feeling safe while walking home at night, going to the grocery store, and just your daily life where he’d be with you anyway. Now, people don't think you’re insane for conversing with a cat.
The time you’ve spent together has been amazing, and the connection between you two has never been stronger but you have a new problem.
You might kinda sorta have the hots for your familiar.
That feels so wrong considering he was a cat and technically isn’t a human either, and even more technically, he’s supposed to serve you? But goddamn he looks good. The clothing he wears (if you can call it that since he just magically changes his look?) consists of all black most of the time, and God, it really suits him.
And now that you can take him with you everywhere you go, you do. He is your companion in every sense of the word, and it’s honestly getting really confusing. He held doors open for you, drove you around everywhere you went, even carried you if you were really tired. You tried to argue against being carried, but he reminded you that he was magic and would not have any issue carrying you around.
It might just be the lack of sex and romantic affection talking, but you were getting kind of desperate for him. Any time he was in your vicinity, you swore you could feel something running down your leg. And whenever he hugged you or gave you the lightest of touches? Well, you told him you needed privacy and tried very hard not to moan his name. You needed to get laid.
“I think I’m going to start dating- I need to get laid,” you blurt out during breakfast. Wonwoo sputters and nearly chokes on his drink.
“What made you think of that right now?” he asks, bewildered.
“Well it’s been like six months since Mingyu, and I just feel like I’ve been getting antsy. I need that release, you know?” you reply, shaking your leg as you avoid eye contact.
Wonwoo had noticed that you had gotten a little more tense around him, which was not supposed to be happening. He was supposed to be making everything easier for you. Now you’re talking about potentially getting another boyfriend who will probably treat you as shitty as Mingyu did.
Wonwoo could treat you sooooo much better. No one understands you like he does, and no one deserves to touch you the way he knows you need to be touched. He doesn’t even feel worthy himself, but he lives to serve you. You hate it when he says it, but it’s true and he yearns for it, craves it.
Wonwoo has been the familiar for several other witches in the past, and they all treated him as badly as one would expect. He was nothing more than a slave to use in their magic. They held no respect for him, but you? Oh, you were a dream. Sure you respected him, but you were also so lovable. You were perfect. You made him feel a way he had never felt before. He supposes this is what love must be, but he didn’t know how to express it other than the consistent service and adoration he already showed you every day. This seemed like the perfect opportunity for you to finally see what you do to him.
“Oh- well… yeah, I can help you with that. No problem.” Wonwoo states as if he was talking about something trivial like folding your laundry. It’s now your turn to nearly spit out your drink.
“Um, Nonu…”
“Yes?”
“I wasn’t saying it so that you’d do it. I was just giving you a heads up-” you say, heat rising to your cheeks in embarrassment.
“Okay… and I told you that I can help you with that.” You look at him and you can tell he’s being dead serious.
“Do you not want me?” he asks, tilting his head. “If it’s how I look, I’m sure I can muster up a different form,” he says standing up, getting ready to change.
“Oh my god, no, that’s not it! Of course! Of course I want you- I mean, LOOK at you! You’re perfect!”
Wonwoo’s cheeks turn pink and he sinks to his knees in front of you. “I… I’ve never felt this way for anyone before, and I’ve wanted you for so long- it feels like I’ve been waiting my whole life for you. You deserve so much. Please let me give it to you. Let me help you.”
“O-okay,” you stutter, unable to wrestle with the concept of your familiar apparently confessing his love for you.
He pulls you out of your seat, and his gaze trails over all of your face, taking in every single feature. He looks back to your eyes before leaning in to kiss you. The feeling that comes over you is like nothing you’ve ever felt. You can feel him all over just from this kiss. No kiss has ever felt so life changing. There was no way you’d ever be able to go back to kissing anyone else.
His tongue moves to part your lips and you gladly grant him entry, allowing him to deepen the kiss. You moan into his mouth causing him to groan into yours. His hands are restless, moving all over your body, so desperate to feel you. His hands finally settle at your hips as he begins moving you over to the bedroom. He gently lays you down and spends time actually just kissing you. Mingyu never kissed you like this. No one had ever just enjoyed kissing you. It was nice, but it didn’t take long until you were desperate for more.
“Aw, does my little witch want more? I never saw you react like this when you were with Mingyu,” he teases, moving his lips down to your jaw and neck, leaving marks behind. He pulls back and admires his artwork, getting turned on knowing you’re marked by him. You belong to him completely.
“Wonwoo, please,” you whine.
“I’m going to take care of you, baby- you’re just so pretty-”
He takes your top off and almost moans at how good you look.
“So, so pretty for me, baby. God, I love your body, and I love that it’s all mine,” he leaves kisses beginning at your shoulders, moving lower, his lips latch around one nipple as he plays with the other before switching. He kisses further down your body until he’s faced with your sleeping shorts. He pulls them off of you only to find that you were wearing nothing underneath. He groans at the revelation and groans again when he spreads your legs and sees that you’re glistening for him.
“Oh, sweetheart, that looks like it hurts. Do you need help?”
“Yes, Nonu, please, I need you-” He growls at the nickname and dives into your heat. Wonwoo has never done this before, but he instinctually knows what to do. It’s not like he’s ever seen it done to you since Mingyu never went down on you, but it just comes naturally to him.
He’s messy and desperate. You look down to see him eating it with his eyes closed, and it makes your eyes roll back. He’s loving it more than you are. He knows exactly what buttons to push and soon you’re reaching your high. He groans and licks you through it, making sure to suck on your clit for good measure.
“Good job, baby. Do you feel better?” he checks in, still zoned in on your core, loving how messy it is.
“Y-yes, W-Wonwoo,” you respond out of breath.
“Do you think you can be a good little witch and give me another one while I try to stretch you out for me?” you only moan in response, giving him the okay to slide one finger into you. He can’t believe how tight you are. “How about another finger now, huh?” he says to himself as he adds another, eventually fucking three of his fingers into you in an effort to prep you for him. Your body’s still so sensitive and the fact that Wonwoo is doing this to you and curling his fingers just right, it isn’t long until you’re making a mess all over his fingers. He fingers you through your high, using his thumb on your clit almost to the point of overstimulation until you push him away. When you make eye contact with him, his eyes are nearly black and he looks hungry.
“How do you want me?” he asks calmly, the complete opposite of how he looks. If you had to judge based on his facial expression, you’d think that he wants to completely ruin you for anyone else. And you would be right- but his focus is on you and your needs.
“Huh?” you reply, still hazy after two orgasms.
“What position do you want me to fuck your sweet pussy in?” he asks again, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear.
“Missionary, please,” you moan, “wanna see you-’
“Anything for you, darling,” he says, giving you a kiss before slowly burying his cock inside you. You didn’t even get the chance to see it, but you don’t need to in order to know how massive it is. You have never been filled like this. Every stroke has you seeing fireworks, and you look to see if this is as amazing for your familiar as it is for you.
Wonwoo is locked in, so focused on the noises and faces you’re making, soaking up every little change in your expression. He listens for changes in your voice to make sure he hits every spot that makes you feel good.
“Faster, baby, please!” you beg.
“Whatever you want, baby,” he begins slamming into you. The only sound in the room is him fucking you, your slick only making the noises growing louder. He’s groaning, and it makes your head spin, causing you to clench around his cock which only makes him groan again. He’s so hot, and you can’t believe this is happening. It's like he’s getting turned on solely because you feel good, and that thought is enough to send you into your third and final orgasm. You’re gasping and moaning and groaning and whining as he fucks you hard and fast through your high. He slows down and pulls out, giving you a kiss before sitting back on his knees and catching his breath.
“Wait, why are you stopping?”
“I just wanted you to feel good, sweetie-” he replies sweetly, caressing your thighs.
“What about you? I want you to feel good, too-” you say, sitting up on your elbows.
“I did feel good, baby, and it makes me happy that I could make you feel good.”
You’re not having any of that. You grab his shoulders and flip him over, moving to straddle him. He is extremely confused.
“Sweetheart, what are you doi-”
You put a hand over his mouth, “You’re gonna let me ride you, and you’re going to fill me up with your load. You got that?”
He gulps and lets you take control as you ride him hard. You feel so weak and he’s hitting crazy angles, but you’re filled with determination to make this man feel as good as he deserves. It luckily doesn’t take very long before his groans are filling the room, and you feel his cum shooting deep into you. You collapse onto him which makes him chuckle. Your little mortal body can’t take as much as his and you were already tired before you got on top. He pulls you close and gives you a kiss.
“That was amazing-”
“No, you were amazing- are you joking?” you praise, “Where did you learn how to do that thing with your tongue? It was crazy.”
“I don’t know- I just sorta knew. I did whatever felt right,” he shrugs.
“Wait,” you lift your head to look up at him, “Was this your first time?”
“I mean, have you seen me with anyone that isn’t you?” he mumbles as his ears redden. You both sit in the silence of the realization that technically, Wonwoo just lost his virginity.
“No need for you to date anymore, right?”
“No need for me to date anymore,” you giggle.
“Does this mean I can stay in my human form at night now?”
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EPILOGUE
There’s a knock at the door as you and your familiar are in the kitchen making breakfast. You wander over to open it in nothing but an oversized shirt and some boxers, leaving Wonwoo behind to keep an eye on things on the stove. You open the door only to find Mingyu with a bouquet of flowers.
“Hi,” he breathes upon seeing your face only to then recognize that you’re wearing clothes that look like they belong to a man. “Is someone else in there?” he asks, frustrated just as Wonwoo comes waltzing up behind you.
“I missed you,” Wonwoo breathes into your skin, leaving kisses on your neck and shoulder.
“Who the fuck are you?” he asks his brows furrowing.
“I’m Wonwoo, and you are?” Wonwoo smirks.
“W-Wonwoo? What the fuck?”
“I think you should leave,” Wonwoo issues his first and final warning from behind you, eyes turning black and his voice distorting, causing the big man to cower and run away in fear.
“What is it that you said last time?” you ask once you’ve stopped laughing, “Good riddance?”
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a/n: this was fun (except for the smut but hopefully i'll get better at it lmao) thanks for reading! catch ya on the flipside and happy halloween
ღ warnings: dom! wonwoo, rough sex, raw sex, creampie, spanking, pet names ( baby, good girl and “my girl”), light choking (wonwoo is just holding your throat), light voyeurism (wonu leaves his mic on), there’s probably a few more that i’m missing.
ღ summary: Mingyu teases reader for never bothering her gamer boyfriend during his ranked matches. It piques her interest enough to find out what happens when one interrupts Wonwoo.
basically porn with loose plot
ღ networks: @k-vanity
Your phone buzzed against your thigh just as you stepped out of the shower.
Mingyu: tell me that's not wonwoo yelling again
Mingyu: who pissed him off in that lobby???
You rolled your eyes and typed back.
You: he's fine. just competitive lol
Another buzz.
Mingyu: Imao he hates being touched when he's gaming remember when soonyoung poked his shoulder and he almost flung him off the chair
You snorted.
You did remember.
Mingyu: actually wait
Mingyu: has he ever gotten mad at you for bothering him?
You paused.
You:...i've never really tried
Mingyu: wait WHAT
Mingyu: you live with a gamer boyfriend and you never tested the rage?? coward behavior
You rolled your eyes again, but your stomach fluttered.
You'd never poked him, never leaned over him mid-match, never pushed that button.
You could picture him now: glasses low on his nose, brows furrowed, lips pressed together in concentration, quiet little curses under his breath.
And suddenly your brain whispered:
What would happen if I did bother him?
Your thumbs flew.
You: hold on
Mingyu: oh shit
OH SHIT
do it
record it
no don't record it
actually
record it
You tossed your phone onto the bed.
Time to find out.
You padded down the hallway, still warm from the shower, wearing one of his old shirts that barely covered anything. His door was cracked open.
Inside, the soft blue glow of his monitor washed over him, his headset around his neck, one knee bouncing in agitation.
He muttered at the screen.
"Push left, you idiots-left—no, left, what are you..." He was already annoyed.
Perfect.
You leaned against the door frame. "Rough night?"
He jumped slightly, turning his head. He relaxed when he saw it was you, but the tension didn't fully leave his shoulders.
"Kind of," he murmured. "They're not listening. Again."
You walked in slow, every step deliberate.
He didn't notice at first, too focused on the flashing screen.
Then your arms slid around his shoulders from behind.
He stiffened instantly.
"H-Hey—" he stammered. "Aren't you supposed to be-uh-relaxing or something?" He swallowed, reminding you of your words from when you came home.
"I am," you purred, letting your fingers trace the line of his collarbone. "You're warm."
He inhaled sharply.
The kind of inhale that was not innocent.
"Baby." His voice dipped lower, steadier, but tight.
"Not right now."
You smiled. "Why not?"
"Because-" his character took a hit, and he winced— "I can't focus when you do that."
You slipped your fingers under the hem of his shirt.
He froze completely.
Then, a quiet, warning-laced breath followed as he breathed. “...Don't."
You tilted your head. "Don't what?"
His jaw flexed.
And then he said it — the warning, voice low, shaky, but unmistakably dangerous.
"Don't start something you can't finish."
Your stomach flipped.
"Who says I can't finish it?" you whispered, letting your lips brush his ear.
His grip tightened on the mouse.
Then, softer like he wished he didn't mean it.
"I'm serious. If you keep touching me right now..." He swallowed hard. "I won't be gentle."
There it was.
Exactly what you wanted.
You slid one hand down his chest. "Maybe that's the point."
His breath punched out of him. "Fuck," he whispered.
When you skimmed your thumb over his nipple through the fabric, his entire body jerked like you'd shocked him.
"Baby," he said again, but this time it wasn't a warning. It was a plea. Soft spoken as he fought back a bigger reaction. "You can't. I'm in the middle of a match."
You brushed your lips against his neck.
"So? Kill them faster."
He choked on a laugh - stunned, turned-on, and helpless all at once. "Why are you-" His voice cracked. "Why are you teasing me like this?"
"Because you get cute when you're focused."
He turned to stare at you fully, eyes dark behind the glasses. "Cute?" he echoed. "Sweetheart, that's not what you're doing." His voice was still soft.
You smirked. "No?"
He licked his lips, breath unsteady. "No," he said, voice dropping into something deeper, hungrier, a glimpse of the man who'd take over if you pushed him just a little more.
"You're asking for it."
And then — perfectly timed - Mingyu texted again. Your phone lit up behind you with a banner notification:
Mingyu: WELL??? did he snap yet???
Wonwoo's eyes flicked to your phone. Then slowly, back to you. "Are you..." He blinked. "…instigating me?"
Your smile gave you away.
He exhaled, something dark sliding over his expression. A slow, inevitable shift into the version of him that rarely surfaced. "Okay," he murmured, pushing his chair back just an inch.
"But if you're going to bother me while I'm gaming
His voice deepened. "—you'd better be ready for what happens next."
That was the moment he stood.
He stood from the chair slowly, the way a predator stands. Not rushed. Not startled. Just... inevitable.
Before you could say a word, his hands gripped your waist and pulled you into his lap, dropping into his chair with you straddling him.
A shocked gasp slipped from your mouth.
His voice brushed your ear calm, controlled and lethal.
"Be quiet," he murmured. "My mic is still on."
Your heartbeat punched upward. Your thighs squeezed around him instinctively. He clicked something on the keyboard with one hand, the other firm on your hip.
His teammates' voices crackled faintly through his headset. "Wonwoo? You back?"
He didn't answer.
He didn't need to.
He slid one hand under your shirt, over your ribs, fingers spreading across your bare skin.
His breath hit your neck, hot and warning.
"You ignored me," he whispered, low enough that only you could hear. "I told you not to start something you couldn't finish."
You swallowed hard. "I-I can finish—"
He cut you off with a quiet, dangerous laugh.
"You think you can." His fingers sank into your hips, dragging you down against the thick, hard bulge in his sweats. "But you don't even know what you asked for."
The involuntary moan that spilled out of you was not quiet. And his mic picked it up.
A startled voice crackled through the headset. "Uh... bro? You good?"
Wonwoo smiled against your neck. "Looks like you made my team curious," he murmured.
His lips brushed your ear. "Keep making those noises and they'll hear everything."
Your whole body tightened around him.
He lifted you just enough to shove his sweats down, freeing his cock. It was thick, hot, heavy against your inner thigh.
He didn't fumble as he calmly opened his drawer and slid the condom on.
Didn't hesitate as he guided you over him, finger curling around your panties as he pulled them to the side. His head sliding against your entrance.
Your breath broke. "Wonwoo-please-"
His grip tightened. "No," he said softly, command wrapped in velvet. "You don't get to beg now." Then he pulled you down onto him.
You choked out a cry, loud, startled, needy.
His whole body shuddered under you, a deep groan muffled against your throat as he buried himself to the hilt.
The headset mic caught your gasp.
A teammate stammered, "Uh-W-Wonwoo? Dude-"
He rotated the mic away from his mouth, voice dropping to that low rumble made just for you.
"You hear that?" he whispered, thrusting up into you once, hard enough to knock the breath from your lungs.
"That's you."
Another sharp thrust.
"You're the one they're hearing."
Your hands clawed at his shoulders. "W-Wonwoo-god-please-"
He rocked his hips up again, slow and devastating. "You wanted to bother me," he murmured against your jaw. "You wanted to see what happened." His fingers dug into your ass, bouncing you on him. “This is what happens."
Your moans came raw, unrestrained. High, breathy, soaked with shock and pleasure.
His pace quickened, every upward thrust punching a sound out of you that the mic absolutely caught.
A teammate swore on the other end.
"Dude-put yourself on mute-what the fuck—"
Wonwoo smirked. He didn't mute anything.
"You hear that?" he whispered against your lips, voice thick with dominance.
"They know."
His thrusts got harder, faster, the chair creaking.
"They know exactly what I'm doing to you."
Your voice broke. "D-Don't stop— please don't—“
"Louder," he growled, thrusting up so sharply your breath stuttered. "Let them hear how good I fuck you."
"Wonwoo-fuck-"
He gripped the underside of your thighs and started fucking up into you mercilessly, using you on him, dragging you down to meet every thrust.
Your moans spilled out without control. "I can't—I can't-oh god—Wonwoo-"
He hissed a breath, jaw clenched, muscles tight under your hands.
"That's it," he whispered, pace unrelenting. "That's the voice I warned you about." His fingers slid up your spine, possessive. "Too late to back out now."
You shook your head, desperate, riding every movement he forced your body through. "Please-please-more-"
You couldn't hold back the cries as the tight feeling in your stomach was creeping up.
His eyes locked onto yours, pupils blown wide.
"Put your hands behind me," he ordered.
You obeyed immediately, fingers linking behind his neck.
He tightened his grip on your hips and drove up into you harder, lifting you off the chair with the force of every thrust.
You screamed his name. A ragged, helpless sound.
The mic caught it.
His teammates fell silent.
Wonwoo's voice dropped to a dangerous whisper.
"Good girl," he murmured, fucking you harder.
"Let them hear who you belong to."
Your climax hit like a shockwave. Sudden, sharp, blinding.
Wonwoo groaned into your throat, his thrusts rougher, deeper, desperate as he chased his own release.
Your voice broke. "Wonwoo-please-cum-please-" Your walls fluttered around his cock.
He snapped.
With a raw, guttural moan, he slammed up into you and held you down hard, filling you in long, shuddering pulses, your bodies shaking together.
You collapsed against him, panting.
His teammates were still silent.
Wonwoo finally clicked his mute button.
Then, breathless, he whispered against your ear. “Now you're going to sit on my cock until they win the round."
You were still shaking on his lap, his cock buried deep inside you, when the victory sound pinged through his headset.
His teammates cheered.
Wonwoo didn't.
He clicked "ready" for the next match with one hand and grabbed your face with the other. His fingers pressed into your cheeks, making you look at him.
"You thought we were done?" His voice was low. Dark. A full, dangerous switch flipped.
"You think one little orgasm means you're off the hook for teasing me?"
Your breath hitched. "Wonwoo-I"
He didn't let you finish. He lifted you off his lap in one smooth, strong motion, your legs wobbling.
"Hands on the desk."
Your thighs trembled as you obeyed, palms bracing against the surface still warm from his earlier play session. His desk was wide and cold under your stomach as he pushed you down until your back arched perfectly for him. You heard the sound of the previous condom being dropped in the bin.
He stood behind you, silent at first but the kind of silence that pulsed with danger.
"Spread."
Your breath stuttered. "Wonwoo-"
"Now."
You parted your legs, weak, trembling.
He grabbed your hips and yanked you back, dragging your body until your ass was flush with his hips.
Your heart slammed against your ribs.
He wasn't reaching for the drawer.
He wasn't reaching for a condom.
He pushed the head of his still-hard cock between your folds, sliding through the slickness he left inside you in the first round.
"Please," you whispered, dizzy. "Wonwoo-take me—“
His hand cracked across your ass. Not painful, but sharp enough to make you gasp.
"You don't tell me what to do," he murmured.
"You had your chance to be good." His fingers dug into your hips. "Now you take what I give you."
Then he pushed in.
Bare. Deep. Immediate.
You choked on a cry, grabbing the desk edge so hard your fingers hurt.
His groan came low, punched out of him. "Fuck-"
A pause.
His breath shaking. "You're so warm without anything on me. Why the hell didn't we do this earlier?"
He bottomed out, hips flush against your ass.
You whimpered-loud, needy, sudden. Wonwoo leaned over you, chest pressing to your back, voice hot against your ear.
"Shh," he murmured. "You're going to scream for me later. Not yet."
He pulled out just an inch.
Then slammed back in, hard enough to rock the desk. Your moan broke into a sound you didn't even recognize.
Wonwoo's fingers stroked down your spine, slow and possessive, contrasting the brutal pace he started hammering into you with.
"You hear that?" he murmured. "That's the sound of you taking me raw."
Your knees buckled. He caught you before you fell, dragging your hips up.
"I didn't say you could drop," he warned. "You stay right here until I'm done."
He thrust into you again, deeper, harder-sharp, punishing strokes that made your vision go white at the edges.
You sobbed out a moan. "Wonwoo-god-please-please don't stop-"
"You don't even know what you're asking for," he growled, hips snapping forward. "You're already shaking."
You were.
Your whole body trembled uncontrollably.
And he loved it.
His hand slid to your throat not squeezing, just holding, keeping you bent and vulnerable while his hips pounded into you.
"Next time you think about teasing me while I'm gaming..." He thrust harder, a grunt escaping his lips. ”...you remember this.”
You whimpered, desperate and raw. "Say it,” he demanded. "Say you'll remember."
"I—l'll remember—fuck—Wonwoo—"
His thumb brushed your jaw, a rare touch of softness cutting through the ferocity of his thrusts.
"Good," he breathed. "That's my girl."
He pulled your hips up, angled you differently-and drove into you so deep you cried out.
Your orgasm slammed into you without warning. Violent, overwhelming, ripping your breath away.
You screamed his name.
Wonwoo cursed, voice breaking.
"Fuck—fuck-right there-don't-don't move—"
He held you pinned against him, thrusting wildly, the rhythm becoming sloppy, frantic, desperate.
And then he groaned.
Low. Deep.
A sound from the bottom of his chest.
He came inside you hard, pulsing deep, emptying himself in long, trembling spurts that made his whole body shake behind you.
The moment he finished your legs gave out.
He caught you, arms suddenly gentle, lowering you carefully against the desk so you wouldn't fall.
And just as fast as he snapped into dominance he snapped out.
He blinked, breath hitching as he looked at your shaking legs, the mess dripping down your thighs, your flushed face.
"Oh-oh my god-" His hands fluttered awkwardly at your waist."Did I—did I hurt you? Are you okay? Did I go too far?" His voice was small. Soft.
Back to shy gamer mode in one breath.
He pushed his glasses up his nose with a shaking hand. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to- I mean, I meant to, but not-like-too much-"
You laughed weakly, pulling him down to kiss him. "You were perfect."
Wonwoo froze.
Blushed.
And then whispered, voice cracking “...okay. Good. Um. Can I-uh-get you water? And maybe a blanket? And also should I clean—like-right now or—?"
Wonwoo kissed your shoulder once-hesitant, apologetic-and whispered "I'Il.. uh... I'll get you some water. Please don't move. Or-actually-you can move if you want. Just... don't fall. Okay?"
His ears were bright red as he stumbled into the hallway, sweatpants barely clinging to his hips.
The door clicked shut behind him.
Your legs still trembled, your breath uneven as you sank slowly onto his gaming chair. The seat was still warm from when he'd pulled you onto his lap earlier.
Your phone buzzed on the bed where you had dropped it earlier. You reached for it—wincing a little at the soreness between your thighs-and grabbed it.
Mingyu: helloooo??
you dead or what?
Another buzz.
Mingyu: did wonwoo yell at you?? did he actually kick you out mid-game??
Another.
Mingyu: if he broke up with you for distracting him I swear I'll fight him. I mean I won't win. he's sneaky strong. but still.
You snorted so hard it hurt your core.
Your fingers shook as you typed back.
You: alive lol
Mingyu replied instantly.
Mingyu: LIAR. you only text that slow when you're busy. what were you even doing??
You bit your lip.
The ache in your hips, the warm drip down your thigh, the faint sting of his handprint on your ass-Yeah. Busy was one word for it.
You typed carefully.
You: wonwoo didn't yell at me
Three dots.
You: he... reacted
Typing bubbles popped up right away.
Mingyu: what does THAT mean?? reacted HOW?? hello???
Mingyu: bro. did he uninstall the game or something??? what possessed him??
You typed slowly, teasing.
You: me.
Mingyu: HOLY—
You barely had time to see Mingyu's reaction before the door opened again.
Wonwoo stepped in, hair damp from washing his face, glasses slightly fogged from the steam. He carried a bottle of water in one hand and a towel in the other.
His voice was soft. Sweet. Worlds away from the voice that had just wrecked you against his desk.
"'I .. uh... brought water," he murmured, approaching cautiously as if he was unsure if you'd bite him or kiss him. "And the towel is warm. I thought that might... feel nice."
Your heart flipped.
He knelt in front of you and held out the water.
Then his brows pulled together in concern.
"Are you texting? Did someone-are you okay?"
You smirked. "Just Mingyu."
Wonwoo's expression shifted from concern... to horror. "Did—did he hear anything?"
You stifled a grin. "No, he just wanted to know if you yelled at me."
Wonwoo's face flushed all the way to the tips of his ears. "I—I would never— I mean—not like that— I mean- I did shout but not at you- but you liked- I mean-oh god," he whispered, putting his face in his hands.
You cupped his cheek gently. "Wonwoo," you said softly. "Relax."
He peeked at you through his fingers. “...did you tell him?"
You shrugged innocently. "Just that I can't walk right now."
His ears went crimson. His hand flew to the back of his neck, rubbing hard. His "I want to disappear" habit. "You-why would you-oh my god—Mingyu's never going to let this go. He's going to make fun of me forever-"
You leaned down and kissed him, slow and warm.
He froze... then melted into it.
When you pulled back, you whispered. "He should. Because you earned it."
You nodded. “And I wouldn’t mind if you earned those bragging rights again later.” You teased softly.
His breath stuttered. His grip on your thigh tightened. But instead of snapping into dominance again he went bright red and whispered. “Let me get your legs to stop shaking first."
