won't let these little things slip out of my mouth - jeon wonwoo imagine
i have a confession... i cried while writing this. now i'm sad no one will ever propose to me this way, why oh why did i even write this BUT I LOVE IT SO MUCH🥺🥺🥺🥺
A/N: I HIGHLY SUGGEST PLAYING SPRING SNOW BY 10CM WHILE READING THIS. or not if u don't want to cry like a baby (like me🥹)
The cold winter air nips at your cheeks as you walk beside Wonwoo, his camera slung over his shoulder as always. The streets are adorned with twinkling lights, festive wreaths, and the hum of Christmas carols drifting from nearby speakers. Despite the chill, you feel warm. Maybe it’s the cozy scarf he insisted you wear or the way his hand occasionally brushes yours as you walk.
He’s been unusually quiet tonight, though. You steal a glance at him, noting the slight curve of his lips as he stares ahead, the golden glow of streetlights reflecting in his dark eyes. He’s up to something. You just know it.
“Jeon Wonwoo,” you say, breaking the silence, “what’s with the secrecy? You’ve been grinning like a kid who knows something I don’t.”
He chuckles softly, the sound warm and familiar. “Patience,” he teases, his tone as smooth as always. “You’ll see soon enough.”
He leads you to a quaint little gallery tucked away on a quieter street. The windows are frosted, but you can see the soft glow of light inside, illuminating what looks like an intimate exhibit. Your curiosity piques as he holds the door open for you, the bell above jingling softly.
The gallery smells of wood and faintly of pine, and the atmosphere is calm, almost reverent. Wonwoo leads you through the first room, where a variety of black-and-white photos hang on the walls. They’re beautiful, sure, but they don’t hold your attention for long. Not when you can feel Wonwoo’s excitement radiating beside you.
“Come on,” he says, tugging you gently toward a smaller, dimly lit room at the back. “This is the part I wanted you to see.”
The moment you step inside, your breath catches. The walls are lined with photographs, but these aren’t just any pictures. They’re familiar. Too familiar.
“That’s... Wait, that’s from our trip to Jeju!” you exclaim, pointing to a shot of you laughing on the beach. Another photo catches your eye—a candid of you staring in awe at cherry blossoms during spring. And then another, of you holding an umbrella, your face lit up with laughter as the rain poured down.
You turn to Wonwoo, your heart racing. “What is this?”
He’s smiling, that soft, shy smile that always makes your knees a little weak. “Keep going,” he says, nodding toward the other wall.
You walk further into the room, and your chest tightens as you take in rows and rows of photos. All of you. Every angle, every expression, every moment he managed to capture. There’s one of you napping on a park bench, another of you squinting at a map, and one where you’re mid-bite into an enormous burger, ketchup smeared on your cheek.
You burst out laughing, tears pricking your eyes. “You didn’t!”
The walls of the gallery feel like they’re closing in as you walk further into the room, your gaze darting from photo to photo.
Each one is a piece of your life together—your smiles, your laughter, even your messy moments. You pause at a picture of you trying to eat an ice cream cone that’s melting faster than you can keep up with it. You remember that day vividly, how Wonwoo kept laughing and snapping pictures while you tried (and failed) to salvage the cone.
“Wonwoo,” you say softly, your voice trembling as the weight of it all settles over you. “You’ve been collecting these... all this time?”
“Every moment I could,” he says from behind you, his voice warm and quiet in the stillness of the room.
You move to the next photo. And then the next. They’re all you, and it’s overwhelming in the most beautiful way.
Then your eyes catch something different.
The very last photo on the wall.
It’s simple—a close-up shot of a ring nestled in a velvet box. The light glints off the delicate band, making it shimmer in a way that feels almost magical. Your breath catches in your throat as you take a step closer, your heart pounding in your chest.
“Is that—” you start, but the words die on your lips when you turn around.
Wonwoo is there, down on one knee in the middle of the gallery, holding that same velvet box in his hand. The air leaves your lungs as your gaze locks onto his, the vulnerability and love in his eyes almost too much to bear.
“It’s just us,” he says softly, as if he’s answering a question you didn’t ask. “No distractions, no one else. Just you and me.”
You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill over. He takes a deep breath, his voice steady but filled with emotion.
“I’ve spent so much of our time together trying to capture every moment, every expression, every laugh, because I never want to forget a single second with you. But the truth is, none of these photos come close to how I feel when I’m with you. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen—through my lens and in my life.”
He opens the box, revealing the ring that you’d just seen immortalized in the photo. It sparkles under the soft lights of the gallery, but nothing shines brighter than the love in his eyes as he looks up at you.
“I want this to be my last photo project,” he says with a small, shaky laugh. “Because after this, I just want to live the moments with you. Will you marry me?”
The world tilts and rights itself again as you nod furiously, your tears spilling over. “Yes! Yes, of course, I’ll marry you!”
Wonwoo grins—one of those rare, wide grins that you know he reserves for the moments when he can’t contain his joy. He slides the ring onto your finger, his touch gentle and sure, before standing and pulling you into his arms.
The silence of the gallery wraps around you both like a warm blanket. It’s just the two of you, the faint glow of the photos on the walls casting soft shadows.
You lean back to look at him, laughter bubbling up through your tears.
“You seriously used a picture of the ring for the big reveal?” you tease, your voice trembling with joy. “Couldn’t help yourself, huh?”
He chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “It’s a story, isn’t it? And now it has the perfect ending.”
You rest your head against his chest, his heartbeat steady beneath your ear. “Not an ending,” you whisper. “The perfect beginning.”
And in that moment, surrounded by the story of your love etched in photographs, you know you wouldn’t want it any other way.
Hello, I love your stories, they are amazing. I wanted to know if you could, please, make a story where Wonwoo idol x fem reader. Where Wonwoo is in military service, they both miss each other. One day, he surprises her on her day off going to the apartment that both have together and pleases her too much with a lot of hard but at the same time soft sex, as if they hadn't done it for 3 months 😼
3 Months|| Jeon Wonwoo x Reader
Notes: had a nice day out now just relaxing writing :)
You're sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone when you hear a key turning in the door. Your heart skips a beat as you recognize the sound - it's Wonwoo! The door opens and there he is, in his military uniform, looking tired but happy to be home. "Surprise," he says with a warm smile, dropping his bags and rushing over to you.
"Baby, I missed you so much," he says, pulling you into a tight embrace. His strong arms wrap around you, his familiar scent washing over you. You can feel his body against yours, solid and warm, and tears start forming in your eyes. "I missed you too," you whisper, holding him close as if he might disappear again. "Three months is way too long."
Wonwoo laughs at your excited reaction, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you steady. "Easy there, I'm not going anywhere," he says with a smile. He gently lifts you up, holding you against his chest as he spins you around the room. Your laughter fills the space, mingling with his as he finally sets you down.
"I've been counting down the days until I could come home to you," he confesses, cupping your face in his hands. "Now let me show you just how much I've missed you." Wonwoo gently lays you down on the bed, his hands tenderly tracing the curves of your body as he removes your clothes.
"You're even more beautiful than I remembered," he whispers, his eyes roaming over every inch of your skin. He takes his time undressing, letting you see how much his body has changed during his military training. His kisses are soft and passionate, filled with three months worth of longing. He enters you slowly, taking care not to hurt you despite his own need.
"I love you so much," he murmurs against your neck, rocking his hips in a gentle rhythm. "I dreamed about this every night I was away."
"I love you too, Wonwoo," you whisper back, running your fingers through his hair as he moves inside you. "This feels so good...so perfect." Your bodies move together like they were made for each other, the intimacy and emotional connection deepening with each thrust. The room is filled with the sounds of your soft moans and heavy breathing.
Wonwoo lifts his head to look into your eyes, his own filled with love and desire. "I'm never leaving you again," he promises, his pace becoming slightly faster as he nears his climax. "You're my everything." Wonwoo's lips press against your neck, his kisses growing more urgent as he gets closer to his orgasm. He sucks gently on your skin, leaving a trail of red marks as he moves lower.
"I'm going to cum," he groans, his hips stuttering as he tries to hold back. "Tell me you're close, baby." His fingers find your clit, rubbing circles as he continues to thrust deep inside you. The double stimulation sends waves of pleasure through your body, building up until you can't hold back anymore.
"That's it, baby, let go," Wonwoo urges, his voice rough with need. "Cum for me, I want to feel you tighten around me." He increases the pressure on your clit, matching the pace of his thrusts. The room fills with the sounds of your whines and moans as you reach your peak, your body arching against his.
"I'm cumming," you gasp, digging your nails into his back as your orgasm hits. "Wonwoo!" He follows right after you, burying his face in your neck as he spills deep inside. His body shudders with the force of his release, holding you tightly as he rides out his climax. Wonwoo stays inside you for a moment, catching his breath and placing soft kisses on your neck and shoulder. "That was amazing," he whispers, finally lifting his head to look at you.
His eyes are filled with love and satisfaction, a smile spreading across his face as he sees your blissed-out expression. "I needed that more than I realized," he admits, gently pulling out and rolling onto his side to face you. You curl up against his chest, feeling warm and safe in his embrace. His arms wrap around you protectively, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin.
"Three months is way too long," he repeats, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "I promise I'll make it up to you somehow." Wonwoo pulls you closer, spooning you from behind as he continues to smile contentedly. His body is warm and solid against your back, his chest rising and falling with each breath.
"I missed holding you like this," he murmurs, nuzzling into your hair. "Your scent, your warmth... everything about you." He places gentle kisses on your shoulder and neck, his hand resting possessively on your stomach. "Let's stay like this all night," he suggests, sounding half-asleep already.
summary: you realize your shy friend wonwoo has more than a few secrets when you discover he’s written all about his secret fantasies about the two of you.
wc: 4,290
warning: college au, sub!wonwoo ( truthfully switch but way more sub leaning in this particular scene ), dom!reader, making out, grinding, vag. penetration, profanity, begging kink, power play, orgasm denial, edging, MINORS DNI !!
authors note: thank u SO MUCH for all the love on my first fic !! <33 here’s one for my readers who prefer the dom reader angle !! if you’d like to be added to my taglist u can click here, and if u have requests u can submit them here or send an ask ! also this could have a pt 2 .... lmk if that’s something u would want to see ! and ofc if u enjoy, pls consider reblogging or liking ! <33
“ y/n, i’m gonna go take a quick shower, okay ? you can just rest here, i’ll let you know when i’m done and we start the movie.” you absentmindedly nod as your friend, wonwoo, makes his way towards the bathroom. wonwoo has been one of your best friends ever since college started, and as you often like to tease him about, you’re the only girl he had the courage to befriend. it wasn’t like he didn’t have the option - plenty of girls adored the his shy, sometimes dorky personality, combined with his attractive facial features. but he just didn’t go for it, as he’d explained to you, the nerves that came with girls trying to flirt with him had him remove himself from the situation altogether.
and yet, somehow you’d wedged your way into a friendship with him. maybe it was your persistence, the determination to befriend him that time you sat next to him the first day of class. or maybe the confident nature you had that so strongly contrasted his more shy demeanor. you’d always thought he was cute, but allowed your own feelings to fade when you realized he wasn’t in search of anything with you, or with really anyone. so, an unexpected yet compatible friendship blossomed, the two of you bringing out the best out of each other.
tonight, you’ve planned to hold a movie marathon, set with snacks and drinks. and now … all there was left to do was wait on your friend. without him there to capture your attention, you walk around the room absentmindedly, taking in his decor. you’d never paid much attention to his actual room, too busy tied up in conversations with him to pay it much mind. but now that he wasn’t there, you had time to admire the place that he called home. it was simple, but clean and well decorated - black furniture, dark wood, but given color through the numerous small plants spanning the apartment. above his desk hung a few pictures of family and friends, and as you peer closer to one you smile when you realize he’s thought enough of you to include a polaroid from one of your nights out together.
ding! the sound of an alert has you peering down, the bright light emitting from his laptop piquing your interest. leaning down, you can’t help to look - really, not out of nosiness, but more something of mild curiosity. but the last thing you expect is for your own name in bold letters to pop out from the screen.
“ y/n…the darkest desires?” you read the title quietly out loud, voice filled with confusion. wonwoo was a creative writing major, and had told you countless times of the novels and short stories he wrote. it wasn’t odd to see him working on some new story every time you saw him, but….why would you be in it?
curiosity gets the best of you, as you find yourself sitting down on the chair and scrolling down to read more. cautiously, you peer over at the bathroom, and hear the shower turn on, confirming it’d be a bit before he returned. just enough time for you to figure out what the heck this was all about. so, before you can stop yourself, curiosity gets the best of you and you click the document. you scroll past the first few paragraphs, seemingly filler more than anything, before stopping at the middle of the page.
….and yet, she teases me, without knowing for a second just how desperate she has me. even when she bends over to pick something up, all i can think about is if she stayed there just a little longer…if i had just a little more courage…how i’d do everything in my power to show y/n just how bad i need her.
“ what … the fuck ? ” you can’t help the words from coming out your mouth, squinting at the text in front of you like you can’t believe it’s there. because - well, you can’t. and not because you don’t want it to be true - the thought of this being real already has your legs pressing together in silent anticipation. but out of all people, wonwoo seemed like the last person who’d right anything remotely sexual. and yet that doesn’t stop you from scrolling, wanting to see more.
if i had one minute with her, just one, i’d make sure she never forgot me. her skin is so soft, so delicate, it’s like a canvas waiting on me to paint it with thousands of my kisses. lower and lower, deeper and deeper. when i think of y/n, all i can think about is how good it’d feel to admire her, to touch every crevice of her body and tell her how badly i want every inch of her on every inch of me. so messy, and so hungry for each other, until my mind is a muddled, delirious mess, filled with nothing but the name -
“ y/n ? ” you don’t even have to look up - the nervous edge of his voice says it all. when you look up, you see wonwoo leaning from the doorframe, hair locked in damp curls and in nothing but a towel around him. you’re ashamed to admit how long your eyes stay glued to his torso, mesmerized by the lean figure he almost always hid under a sweater or t-shirt. so much so that it takes you a minute to process how bad this all looks, and rather delayed, you spring up from the desk. both of you look like you’ve been caught, hands traveling to your hair as you try to rake up an excuse.
“ i was just - checking out your desk decor ! and your - your plants ! ”
“ i just - i was gonna ask if you could grab me some clothes to change into ! i forgot - wait, did you open my laptop !? ”
and then suddenly, looking at him - a sputtering, nervous wreck, you gain your composure. after all, were you really the one to be ashamed here ? the words you read were more than enough, and by his reaction, there was no way they came from anyone but him. it somehow eases your worries, and as you realize you have the upper hand, you can’t help but start giggling. confused doesn’t begin to explain the look on wonwoo’s face, the poor male tortured with a thousand different emotions in rapid succession.
“ i - wonwoo, did you … did you write smut about me ? ” even saying it out loud, your tone is laced with disbelief, and some amusement, amazed how such lude thoughts could come from such a seemingly innocent person. and yet … you like it, the confidence it gives you to think of him fantasizing about you two. to see him grow flustered by your words, and how he can’t seem to hold eye contact with you - whether out of guilt, or attraction.
“ look, i … i know, i-it was messed up of me! i shouldn’t have, i’m sorry. i just - can we forget about it ? you could just get me my clothes, we can put this all behind us and - ”
“ no, no, no. ” you’re not willing to let him get off that easily. “ you expect me to read something like that, and just move on ? wonwoo, i’m offended you think so lowly of me. ” you don’t know exactly why, but suddenly the urge to tease wonwoo over his little fantasies overwhelms you, almost feeling like you’re winning for just being the center of his desires. you’d always been the more confident of the two, and it seems this time it’s no different, your purposeful strides towards him so strongly contrasting his collection of clumsy steps back.
by the time you’ve made it to the other side of the room, his back is pressed to the bathroom door, and despite his taller frame over you, your strong gaze into his eyes makes it feel as if you’re the one looming over him. and, despite his apologies, his body betrays him, wandering eyes and licked lips telling more than his words ever could.
“ so, tell me. is it true ? all that you wrote ? that you … ahem, ” pretending to try and recall, you put on your best thinking face. “ and, i quote, ‘ would do everything in your power to show how much you need me ? ’ or you know, maybe i’m just misremembering. ”
it seems like wonwoo is at war with himself, at the way his body twitches at your words, but he avoids eye contact with you entirely. “ y/n, i really didn’t mean to offend you by writing that. i just - it was just a way for me to…”
“offended? oh no, don’t worry, it’s really okay. in fact, i have to admit i’m a little flattered i could bring out such a dirty side of you, wonwoo. i never knew you had such … crude thoughts. ” okay, maybe you’re just trying to mess with him a little bit. and you’re surprised how easy doing that is - you never had much difficulty teasing him, and even though you’d truly been caught off guard by the situation, it seemed to only make it easier to toy with him.
“ w-wait … i’m not gonna lie, you’re really confusing me right now, y/n. are you saying - ”
“ do i have to spell everything out for you, wonwoo ? or are you gonna figure this one out yourself ? ” your tone sounds bored, tired of him - but you’re anything but. it’s just another way to get to him, to make him realize you’ve got the upper hand, just how you want. you admit that at first, the thought of showing your true thoughts for wonwoo had your heart racing and nerves shooting through your body. but now, seeing him like this - so caught off guard, so surprised, so docile? it brought a side of you that wanted nothing more than to be in control.
without even trying to stop yourself, you take his chin in your fingertips, and he leans into you so obediently you swear you’ve got him under a trance. “ if you’d actually taken the time to figure things out before and weren’t so oblivious, maybe you could’ve got here a lot sooner. ”
you lean closer, dipping his head down so that your lips are mere centimeters from each other. you can hear his breath hitch in his throat, but that doesn’t stop you from taking a handful of his hair in yours, gently tugging just enough to get the slightest gasp to come from his lips.
“ do you want this, wonwoo ? think carefully about your answer. ”
“ i - of course i do, i just - fuck, i didn’t mean that in a bad way, it’s just - do you want to ? i can’t imagine you’d - ” nothing’s changed - as usual, his bashful, yet charming aura’s got you grinning. maybe it’s why you feel so comfortable despite the situation - deep down, you know it’s still wonwoo, and that he wouldn't take anything further than either of you wanted it to go.
“ if you’re okay with it, then go sit on the bed. ”
it’s almost pitiful how quickly he obeys your words, but it makes you smirk, enjoying the feeling of having power over him so effortlessly. you still can’t understand why he’s so shocked you’d want him - it’s not like you exactly hid it when you had feelings for him. though you’d worked to bury those after thinking there was no hope to be with him, the physical attraction to him always lingered, and you’re determined to show him just how attractive he is to you.
you’re intentional in taking your time, sauntering over to him as you let his eyes rest on your features. you can tell he’s trying to keep his cool, but the sight of him swallowing as you come near shows he’s far more affected than he’s letting on. but when you begin to straddle him, he can’t help the desperate whines that escape his lips, his hips bucking into you before he even had a chance to stop himself. under you, you can already feel him, hardening and twitching with every little movement you make.
“ so tell me how the rest of it goes, ” you order, taking both sides of his face in your hands so he’s forced to look you in the eyes.
“ w-what? ” it’s clear he wasn’t expecting your blunt tone, seemingly unaffected unlike him. his eyes dart from you to the sky, as if to confirm this was really happening.
“ the story. show me how the rest of it goes. ”
“ i … ” he gives you a wary look, unsure if you really mean it. but with a nod you encourage him to keep going, assuring it’s okay. “ that’s the thing, i - i didn’t get to finish it. ” he seems … disappointed to admit it ? and the thought makes you laugh. no matter how dirty the content, somehow wonwoo has maintained high expectations for his writing.
“ well that’s okay. we can think of something now, can’t we ? ” and with that, you slide your hands lower until they go under the towel, palming at the man squirming under you. you’re not even five seconds in before he starts to groan, throwing his head back to expose his neck, veins popping out as if to draw you closer. you don’t waste the opportunity to pepper kisses across his neck, starting softly before giving more harsh nibbles down the deeper indents of his soft skin, still damp from his shower. without thinking, he grinds against the friction of your hand, desperate for nothing more than to create more pleasure for himself, before you stop him.
“ you didn’t really think you’d be the one in control here, did you ? we go at my pace, ” you order, and as if he likes having to restrain himself, he eagerly nods. “ now tell me how bad you’ve been wanting me. have you really been looking at me all this time, having such dirty thoughts ? so eager for the chance to be right in the palm of my hand, like you are now ? ” the words are ironic, your actions mirroring your words to the rhythm of his moans. as you talk, your body grinds against him to the rhythm of your words, causing the most beautiful sounds of shock and relief to escape him.
“ i - fuck. sometimes when we study and you wear those really short skirts , or those low tops , i just want to - ah, y/n - i just want you to get on top of me in the middle of those study rooms.” his words encourage you to go faster, the shock of his crude words contrasting his typically shy nature causing a heat to form between your legs. “so please, i - fuck, y/n - i can’t take it anymore, i’m gonna - .”
like a switch is turned off, you instantly stop touching him, legs untangling themselves from his waist as you begin to rise from your spot on his lap. he whines, reaching out for you as his fingers pull your hips closer, and it takes everything in you to show restraint despite his desperate cries. but looking down at him, lips parted and panting softly, you know you can’t make things end so quickly when it makes you feel so good.
“ you think you get to have such filthy thoughts of me and i’ll let you off so easily ? no way. now be good and take the towel off for me. ” before you can even get the words out, he’s rushing, nearly stumbling over himself as he rushes to remove the only piece of clothing on his body. as you wait on him with a satisfied smirk, you can’t help but marvel at the man in front of you. his skin, emitting the faint smell of vanilla body wash, beckoning for you to come closer as his eyes stare down at you, narrow with lust. in front of you, his length springs up to his torso, causing your mouth to salivate with need.
tauntingly slow, you begin to lift the skirt you’re wearing to reveal black lace underwear, and at the sight wonwoo lets out a shuttered “ yes, ” as if he’d been waiting for the moment for years. though his fingers are quick to loop around your underwear and begin dragging them down, you force yourself to lightly tap his hand away, lowering your clothed body onto him as the two of you gasp at the sudden friction.
“ o-only good boys get to have me, wonwoo, ” you struggle to say, your control faltering for a moment as you’re overwhelmed by the sensation of him right under you. everything in you wants to rip your underwear off yourself, but you’re trying to teach a lesson, so show some restraint. “ so until you learn to act like one, this is all you get. ” as you talk, you begin to grind your body onto him, and although still clothed, the intense movements between you two has pleasure bubbling in your core.
but based on the curses sewn into cries of your name, it seems to be doing the same to him too, burying his face into the crook of your neck. while he’s there, he busies himself with the most sensitive spots of your neck, letting his tongue glide down the long incline of your neck. to praise for a job well, done, you add your hand, pumping the remainder of him that your body couldn’t reach.
“ fuck y/n ! right there, just like that, please keep going, baby. i need it so bad. ” his exclamation is followed by a harsh bite to your neck, and though you hiss, the soft pulse of pain it sends to you has electricity running through your body. your instinct is to address it, but his pet name and pleading have your head so dizzy with lust you find it hard to focus on much else than to bring you both pleasure.
“ good boy, wonwoo. you sound so pretty when you beg. ” having an idea, you lift your shirt over your head, unclipping your bra in one swift motion. purposefully, you lean your arched body into his face so that your now exposed chest is painfully close to his damp lips. and when you lean in even closer, he’s forced to capture your chest in his mouth, though he doesn’t complain in the slightest. in fact, the second you’re close enough for him to reach, he indulges in you, mouth parted as lewd noises escape him. shamelessly licking the entirety of your nipple, and traveling up to give your chest little hickeys, you can’t help the moan of praise as you take his hair in yours, pushing his face into you as he triggers the most sensitive parts of your body.
after a moment, you become slightly more clear-headed, and when you lean down to meet his eyes, you raise an eyebrow at the whimpering mess in front of you. your underwear is damp, both with your own need for him and the precum that’s dripped down from him onto you through your clothes. and suddenly, you’re the one who’s finding it hard to show a little restraint.
“ i want you inside of me, right now. and you better not cum until i say so. unless that is, you want to be punished ? ”
“ no, of c-course not. please, just - i need you everywhere, i want to feel you everywhere. please, i’ll do anything for you. ” and god, he’s so gorgeous like this, thrown off his game and unfiltered in his passion for you. so, more quickly than you expected, you hop off for a moment, stripping yourself down to nothing. but you go painfully slow, peeling layer after layer with dramatized slowness. unable to stop himself, his arms capture his hardened tip, pleasuring himself in your absence as his eyes stay locked on you.
when you return, you remove his hand, hoping you’ll act as a much better replacement. taking his hand, you lead him to the bed, pushing him gently so that his head rests on the headboard. crawling after him, you place yourself in the middle of his legs, and as if your minds are synced, your lips capture each other in a heated kiss. your tongues dance around each other, and while both of you fight for dominance, it’s not very long at all before he allows you to take control.
“ i’ve been fantasizing about you - right here, just like this, forever, ” he confesses breathlessly, speaking in between the two of you’s lengthy kisses. “ i just - i guess i didn’t realize it could be better than i had imagined. ”
in that moment, you can't help but send him a shy smile. despite your role in the bedroom, this was still wonwoo, and you’d be lying if you said hearing him want you so badly doesn’t have your heart skip a beat. “ well., it’s about to get even better. are you ready for me , baby ? hm ? ” you already know the answer, but his rushed nods are what allow you to rise up, aligning yourself with him beofre sliding down.
“ fuck yes ! finally, ah - you feel so good around me, christ. ” following his cry out, you begin to slowly move back up, causing his low and inaudible moans to fill the entire room. though his nails dig into your back, trying to speed up your movement, you continue to go at a painfully slow pace. “ remember ? my pace. ” you remind him, and though he nods he bites down his lip so hard you swear he’ll make himself bleed.
“ you’re so c-cruel to me, y/n, ” he shudders, but based on his eyes shut with pleasure, you assume that you are anything but. once you’ve adjusted to his size, you grant his request, however, speeding up as you begin to bounce against the entire length of his cock. he feels so good that you’re not sure where you begin and he ends, your bodies bouncing against each other in sync. the sounds of skin slapping against each other, both of your cries out for one another, and the sound of his tongue exploring every crevice of your chest and neck bounce of the walls like music to your ears.
“ fuck, fuck, y / n ! shit, i’m not gonna last long like this, please. ” he’s truly begging by this point, tortured eyes looking to you for permission. it somewhat pleases you for so much profanity to be leaving his mouth, as you could count on your hand the number of times you’d heard him curse before today. the idea you brought out the most unhinged, filthiest side of him gratifies you in a way even physical pleasure can’t.
“ please what, wonwoo ? good boys know how to ask for what they want. ”
“ p-please let me cum, i’m so close. i want all of you, baby, i’m begging you - god, i love this feeling. ” unable to even finish his thoughts, he’s stuck between obeying you and throwing himself completely into the pleasure you’re giving him. even though he’s gotten far more comfortable since you started, you see a peek of his embarrassment return as his cheeks redden at his unfiltered request. and with the pretty sounds he’s spilling out for you, how can you say no ? so, removing yourself of restraint , you speed up , until you feel yourself reaching the very peak of your own satisfaction.
“ you’re so sexy like this, under my command. now , can you be good for me one more time and cum with me when i say so ? ” you take his neck, lightly applying pressure as you look to him kindly. he’s more than eager to nod, and you count down breathlessly until you let out a shaky “ now ”. together, you two reach your peaks, clawing at each other to sink deeper and deeper into your mutual orgasms. his whimpers fill you as he’s the one to grab you by the neck now, neither of you holding back to capture each other in heated kisses.
when you finish, the two of you are so breathless that you merely sit there, panting for a moment before having the energy to slip out of each other. exhaustion gets the best of you as you lie on the bed, staring up to the sky and already thinking back to what was possibly the best sex of your life. and when you turn to him, he’s already looking at you, presumably reading your thoughts by the shy smile on his face.
“ did i …. did i do good ? ” already, he’s back to the wonwoo you know, though there’s still a lingering confidence about him that allows him slightly more courage than usual. all you can do is laugh, and instantly you see his head drop in embarrassment at your response. but you’re quick to assure him, trailing patterns on his bare chest as you give him a quick peck on the cheek.
“ woo, stop worrying so much. i’m laughing because - honestly ? i’m nervous to have sex again, sincei doubt many things will top that. you did so good for me. ” he instantly relaxes at your assurance, joining you in laughing as he can’t help but laugh in agreement. truthfully, you’d never been with someone who so effortlessly allowed you to take control, but couldn’t deny just how powerful and sexy it made you feel. it was special and unlike anything you had experienced before, so much so that his next words make you perk up in shock.
“ actually, i can definitely think of something that would top this. ”
“ i - wait, you can ? ” for once, you’re the one dumbfounded, mouth agape.
