wonwoo who loves to touch/grope readers tits? like he just needs to do it in order to fall asleep or just to relieve stress?
thank u babes i love everything you do
It had started as a joke, well, sort of.
The first time he did it, you’d both been curled up on the couch, his long, muscular body moulded tightly against yours, and his hand had wandered up, slowly and casually, slipping beneath your oversized shirt. He hadn’t even really said anything; he'd just exhaled deeply, his fingers cupping your chest like it was the most natural place in the world for them to be.
You’d arched an eyebrow at him, amused. “Really?”
Wonwoo had blinked slowly, already halfway to sleep. “It helps me relax,” he murmured, his eyes fluttering shut like it was a proven scientific fact. “Your boobs are... really soft.”
You hadn’t exactly said no.
Now, it’s just a thing you both do, almost like a weirdly comforting ritual. Whenever he’s stressed, tired, or overwhelmed, or hell, even just bored, he’ll reach out to you. He will slide his hands under your shirt, long fingers warm and languid, kneading gently, and occasionally tracing idle circles across your skin like you’re his personal stress ball.
“Rough day?” you ask as he buries his face in your neck, both hands already palming your chest like he owns them.
“Mm.” It’s all he says, but the weight of his warm body as he leans into you, the firm grasp of his fingers, says plenty.
You know it’s not always sexual, not entirely. It’s comfort, mixed with control and familiarity. But sometimes, the way his thumbs graze your nipples, slow and deliberate, makes your breath catch, and he always notices.
Because for all his sleepy, lazy habits, Wonwoo notices everything.
“You like it too,” he murmurs, voice low, lips brushing the shell of your ear.
You can feel your cheeks flush, but you don’t deny it. Instead, you lean back and let him keep touching, let him unwind. Because if your body brings him peace, you’re more than willing to let him have it.
And maybe, just maybe, you like being his favourite way to fall asleep.
hellloooo~ its been a while🫣 im going to let you in on a secret... this has been in my drafts since last year😅 it was suppposed to be the bday special last year but i ended up writing another one, then i thought why not post it now. just full of cuteness and fluffs, hope you like it!
to my luckiest charm, my buldak loving, my jeon wonwoo, i hope all good things come to you. be happy always, happy birthday uno🤍
A space filled with glowing monitors, neatly arranged figurines, and the soft hum of his gaming setup. You’ve always loved how focused he looks when he’s streaming, the way his glasses slightly slide down his nose as he leans toward the screen, completely engrossed in the game.
He’s live right now, his calm voice carrying through the slightly ajar door, chatting with his viewers. You tiptoe inside, careful not to disrupt his flow, a small tray of snacks in your hands. His viewers know about you but have never seen you. he’s protective that way. But you love these little interruptions, these secret moments that are yours alone to witness.
You place the tray quietly on his desk, just out of view of the camera. Wonwoo notices immediately, his lips twitching into a subtle smile as he mutes his mic for a moment. “Thanks, love,” he murmurs, his tone so soft it makes your heart flutter.
Before he can unmute, you lean down, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. His ears turn red instantly, but he plays it off like a pro, his fingers never leaving the keyboard
The chat, though, picks up on everything
“Did he just smile?!”
“The girlfriend energy is real.”
“He’s blushing. We saw that.”
You giggle silently, watching as Wonwoo clears his throat and tries to focus. But you’re not done yet. Looping your arms around his shoulders, you press a feather-light kiss to the corner of his lips this time.
He freezes for half a second, his character taking a hit in the game, and you stifle a laugh
“Y/N…” he whispers, a mix of exasperation and affection in his voice
You just grin, slipping out of the room before he can say more.
Curiosity gets the best of you as you cozy up on the couch with your phone. Wonwoo’s stream is still going, but you’ve tuned in now not for the gameplay, but for the aftermath of your little interruption.
The chat is in full-blown chaos
“He’s so soft when he talks about her. We’re all just third-wheeling.”
“SHE BROUGHT HIM SNACKS?? Marriage material. Period.”
“Did anyone else see him freeze for like half a second? That kiss hit DIFFERENT.”
“WONWOO BLUSHING IS MY NEW FAVORITE THING.”
You can’t help but laugh softly, biting your lip as you scroll through. Wonwoo’s viewers are sharp—they don’t miss a single detail. Some are spamming heart emojis, while others are typing theories about how you must’ve kissed him again since he looked extra flustered for a few moments.
You spot one comment that makes you snort
“Legend says she’s the reason he can’t aim today.”
Wonwoo’s voice cuts through the stream, his tone steady but tinged with a softness only you can detect. “You guys are imagining things,” he says, adjusting his glasses like it’ll somehow hide the faint blush still dusting his cheeks.
The chat erupts:
“WE SAW IT, WONWOO. DON’T LIE.”
“Man’s trying to act cool, but we all know he’s whipped.”
“Can you blame him? She seems perfect.”
You feel your heart swell at the kindness of his community. They’ve always been so respectful, never prying too much, but it’s clear they adore seeing this softer side of him.
Still smiling, you type a quick comment from your anonymous account:
“He’s lucky to have her, but I bet she feels just as lucky.”
The chat agrees instantly, flooding the stream with affirmations. Wonwoo chuckles, as if he’s seen your comment and knows it’s you. “Yeah,” he murmurs, almost too quietly for the mic to pick up, “I really am lucky.”
And just like that, you’re blushing too.
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GAMEBOI EP.18
You didn’t realize Wonwoo was streaming when you wandered into his gaming room. He’d been spending more time at his desk lately, and you missed having him to yourself. So, without much thought, you pushed open the door, spotting him seated comfortably in his chair, headset on, fingers flying across the keyboard.
He looked so effortlessly handsome that you couldn’t resist. You padded over quietly, and before he could react, you slid onto his lap, straddling him, your arms draping around his shoulders. His hands faltered on the keyboard for half a second before they steadied again.
“Hey,” you murmured, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, not noticing the faint red light of his camera indicating he was live
Wonwoo’s lips quirked into a small smile, his gaze darting between you and his monitor. He moved his mic slightly to the side, speaking low enough so only you could hear.
“I’m streaming right now.”
Your eyes widened in surprise, but before you could scramble off, he rested a hand lightly on your waist, holding you in place
“It’s fine,” he murmured, his voice calm and reassuring
The chat, of course, noticed immediately
“Did someone just sit on his lap?!”
“Wonwoo is too calm for this. I’d be losing my mind.”
You buried your face in his shoulder, embarrassed, as he adjusted his glasses and continued playing
“Just my girlfriend,” he said smoothly, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather “She’s comfy, so she’s staying.”
The chat exploded
“Just his girlfriend??? SIR??”
“We’re all just gonna pretend that didn’t happen???”
“HE REALLY SAID SHE’S STAYING. DEAD.”
You peeked over your shoulder at the chat, your back still to the camera, and stifled a laugh. Wonwoo caught the sound and smiled, one hand subtly rubbing soothing circles against your side.
“What? She’s cute,” he added, his voice nonchalant but laced with affection “Can’t exactly say no.”
The chat was a mix of chaos and adoration
“They’re too cute. I’m crying.”
“Wonwoo’s girlfriend is living the dream.”
“He’s too calm for this. WHIPPED.”
You whispered against his neck “You’re gonna regret letting me stay here.”
Wonwoo tilted his head slightly to look at you, his expression soft
“Never,” he murmured, loud enough for only you to hear
And so, you stayed, perfectly content in his lap, while his chat buzzed with endless speculation and envy over how effortlessly lucky the two of you seemed.
As you stay nestled comfortably on Wonwoo’s lap, his calm demeanor makes you almost forget that he’s still live. That is, until his eyes flicker to the chat, and a faint smirk begins to tug at his lips.
“They’re having a field day,” he murmurs, his voice low and amused as he scrolls through the comments
You lean slightly to the side to sneak a glance at the chat, still careful to keep your back to the camera. What you see makes you stifle a laugh.
“He’s literally the calmest man alive. HOW??”
“Wonwoo’s girlfriend is living rent-free in my dreams right now.”
“She’s not even on camera, and they’re this cute. I can’t take it.”
“Sir, please blink twice if you’re okay.”
“Blink twice, huh?” Wonwoo says, reading that one out loud with a small chuckle. He glances at the camera and, for dramatic effect, blinks twice. “There. Satisfied?”
The chat goes wild.
You press your forehead against his shoulder, laughing quietly. “They’re obsessed,” you whisper, teasing him.
“You think?” he replies, his hand resting lightly on your waist as he continues to read “They’ve got good taste.”
You swat at his chest playfully, but he doesn’t miss a beat “Someone said you’re living rent-free in their dreams,” he says, his tone laced with humor. “Should I be jealous?”
“Oh, absolutely,” you quip back, matching his energy
He smirks, glancing down at you briefly “I’ll allow it—for now.”
The chat catches on immediately
“WHY IS HE SO SMUG?!”
“Wonwoo, don’t act like you’re not living the dream too.”
“This is relationship goals to the max.”
Wonwoo leans closer to the mic, his tone teasing as he addresses his audience “You guys really want hints, huh? Well, here’s one: she’s cuter than all of you combined.”
Your jaw drops at his boldness, and you lightly smack his shoulder, your cheeks burning. The chat explodes.
“STOP, I CAN’T HANDLE THIS.”
“HE’S SO WHIPPED. I LOVE THIS FOR HIM.”
“Wonwoo, PLEASE teach me your ways.”
You laugh against his shoulder, shaking your head at how effortlessly he handles everything. “You’re impossible,” you whisper, but there’s no real bite to your words
“And you’re stuck with me,” he murmurs back, his voice warm and steady, as the chat continues its collective meltdown.
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GAMEBOI EP.19
Wonwoo leans back in his chair, adjusting his headset as he addresses the chat. “Alright, we’re doing a short Q&A today,” he announces, his calm voice carrying a faint hint of amusement
“But judging by the chat already, I think I know where this is going.”
The messages flooding in confirm his suspicion
“TELL US ABOUT HER!”
“What’s your favorite thing about your girlfriend?”
“How did you meet her?”
“When is she making her debut?”
Wonwoo chuckles, pushing his glasses up
“You guys are really persistent, huh? Fine, I’ll answer a few questions about her but don’t expect too much. Gotta keep some things private.”
The chat erupts with excitement.
The first question he picks catches him off guard
“How did we meet?” he reads aloud. He smiles softly, clearly fond of the memory
“We met through mutual friends. She wasn’t really into gaming at the time, but somehow, we ended up talking about it anyway. I think I managed to convince her I was interesting.”
You’re watching the stream from the other room, smiling to yourself as you hear his calm and collected tone.
Another question pops up, and Wonwoo reads it with a faint blush. “‘What’s your favorite thing about her?’” He hesitates for a moment, his gaze dropping to his desk before he smiles. “That’s hard to answer because there’s too much to choose from. But if I had to pick one… it’s probably how she makes everything feel easy. Like, no matter how stressful the day is, she has this way of making me feel calm.”
The chat immediately floods with heart emojis
“OMG STOP, THAT’S SO SWEET.”
“Wonwoo is too soft for this world.”
“They’re definitely soulmates. I’m crying.”
He clears his throat, clearly a little shy from how emotional he’s getting
“Next question.”
“‘Will she ever show up on stream?’” He smirks at this one
“Probably not. She likes keeping things private, and I respect that. But who knows? Maybe you’ll get another random cameo like last time.”
The final question he picks makes him laugh outright “‘Does she game with you?’”
He shakes his head “Not really. She says I’m too competitive, but she’ll sit next to me and give commentary. It’s entertaining, even if she doesn’t realize it.”
The chat loves it.
“She’s a queen, clearly.”
“The way he talks about her is so soft.”
“We need her commentary one day, please.”
Wonwoo glances at the camera, his expression warm “Alright, that’s enough about her for now. She’ll get a big head if she knows how much I talk about her.”
You roll your eyes, watching as the chat explodes in protests. He ends the Q&A with a knowing smile, saying, “Thanks for indulging me, though. I’m glad you guys like her as much as I do.”
And just like that, the chat turns into a mix of swooning and playful jealousy, but all you can do is grin, feeling incredibly lucky to have someone who loves you so openly, even if it’s mostly behind the scenes.
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GAMEBOI EP. 20
The idea caught you off guard when Wonwoo asked, “Wanna play with me on stream?” His tone was casual, but you could see the glimmer of hope in his eyes.
You hesitated for a moment before agreeing, on one condition: you wouldn’t be on camera
“Deal,” he said, a soft smile tugging at his lips “But you better carry the team.”
You laughed at that “You know I’m terrible at this game, right?”
Now, sitting beside him in his gaming room, you had a controller in hand, your nerves barely contained as his stream began. Wonwoo was in his usual calm, composed mode, greeting his viewers like he always did.
“Alright, we’re doing something different today,” he announced, his voice steady “I’ve got a special guest playing with me.”
The chat immediately picked up on it
“Wait, is it HER???”
“OMG, SHE’S PLAYING?”
“We’ve been blessed. The queen has arrived.”
You could feel your face heating up, even though no one could see you. “Do they always hype things up this much?” you whispered
Wonwoo chuckled, muting his mic for a second to glance at you. “Get used to it. They’re like this every time I mention you.”
Once the game started, you tried your best to keep up, but your clumsy movements and inability to aim properly became painfully obvious. It didn’t help that the chat was fully invested in your gameplay.
“She’s adorable, I just know it.”
“Is she new to the game? Wonwoo, help her out!”
“THIS IS THE CUTEST STREAM EVER.”
Wonwoo was the perfect balance of supportive and teasing. “You’ve got this,” he said whenever you struggled. And when you accidentally ran straight into an enemy, he couldn’t help but laugh softly “Well, that’s… one strategy, I guess.”
“Hey!” you protested, pouting as you respawned. “I’m trying!”
Eventually, you managed to get a single kill, and Wonwoo clapped softly, genuinely impressed. “Look at you,” he teased. “A natural-born gamer.”
You rolled your eyes. “I think I just got lucky.”
“You mean we got lucky,” he said smoothly, glancing at the chat as it collectively melted
By the end of the stream, you were exhausted but couldn’t stop smiling.
As Wonwoo wrapped up, he leaned into the mic “Thanks for being nice to her, guys. She did great, didn’t she?”
The chat agreed wholeheartedly
“She’s amazing! Bring her back!”
“Stream of the year. We need more.”
“Wonwoo and his girlfriend are goals.”
He muted the mic for a moment, turning to you with a proud smile “Told you they’d love you.”
You grinned, leaning your head against his shoulder “I guess I’ll play with you again sometime… but don’t expect miracles.”
“Don’t worry,” he said softly, his voice just for you. “You’re my favorite teammate, no matter what.”
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GAMEBOI EP. 21
It started as a simple task—helping Wonwoo reorganize his game room. The two of you spent hours sorting through cables, lining up monitors, and adjusting shelves. It was fun in its own way, especially since he’d sneak in a kiss or two every time you passed by him.
While rummaging through a box of his old gear, you pulled out a sleek mechanical keyboard. The pastel-colored keycaps immediately caught your eye, but what hooked you was the sound. As soon as you pressed one of the keys, a soft, melodic “click” echoed, and your face lit up.
“This is so cute!” you exclaimed, pressing a few more keys just to hear the satisfying sound
Wonwoo looked up from where he was sorting controllers, a small smile playing on his lips “You like that one?”
“I love it,” you said, grinning as you continued typing nonsense, the sounds filling the room “It’s so fun to press.”
He chuckled, walking over to take a closer look “That one’s been sitting in storage for a while. I didn’t know you’d like it so much.”
You pouted at him playfully “Why don’t you use it anymore?”
“It doesn’t match my current setup,” he explained, but his expression softened as he watched you happily tapping away “You can use it if you want, though.”
You waved him off “It’s fine! I don’t need a keyboard—I don’t even have a setup to use it with. But this one’s adorable.”
Wonwoo didn’t say much after that, just smiled knowingly and went back to organizing.
A few days later, he called you into the gaming room. You stepped inside to find a brand-new keyboard sitting on the desk, nearly identical to the one you’d fallen in love with, but customized just for you. The keycaps were a mix of soft pastel shades, and the switches made that same delightful click you adored.
Your jaw dropped “Baby, did you…?”
“I figured you should have your own,” he said casually, leaning against the desk with his arms crossed but the slight blush on his cheeks betrayed his nonchalant tone
“You kept talking about how cute it was, so… here.”
You rushed over, wrapping your arms around him tightly “This is the sweetest thing ever. Thank you!”
He laughed, returning your embrace “You’re welcome. Now you can pretend to game with me whenever you want.”
You pulled back, grinning “Who says I’m pretending? This keyboard’s going to make me a pro.”
The chat during his next stream couldn’t stop talking about the faint sound of your keyboard clicks in the background, further solidifying your place as their favorite off-camera addition to Wonwoo’s world.
Wonwoo was in the middle of one of his usual chill streams, chatting with his viewers while casually clicking through his game’s menus.
You were sitting beside him, happily typing away on your new pastel mechanical keyboard. Every now and then, he’d glance at you, a small smile tugging at his lips whenever he heard the familiar clicks.
At some point, you nudged him gently, grinning
“Hey,” you whispered, leaning closer “Can I show them my new keyboard?”
He raised an eyebrow, amused “You want to?”
You nodded enthusiastically, and he chuckled, turning back to his mic “Alright, so… she wants to show you something.”
The chat immediately erupted
“WAIT, SHE’S HERE??”
“SHOW US, QUEEN!”
“WE FINALLY GET TO HEAR HER???”
Wonwoo muted his mic for a second and turned to you, his expression soft “You can stay off camera. Just hold it up in front of mine, okay?”
“Got it,” you said, your voice full of excitement
He unmuted, and you carefully leaned over, holding your new keyboard up so it appeared on his screen, just above his handcam. The pastel colors gleamed under the soft lighting, and your fingers tapped a few keys, letting the viewers hear the satisfying clicks.
“OMG IT’S SO CUTE!!!”
“SHE HAS THE SAME VIBES AS HIM, I SWEAR.”
“THOSE CLICKS. I NEED THAT KEYBOARD.”
Wonwoo smirked, clearly enjoying the reaction “Yeah, I got that for her. She’s been obsessed with it ever since.”
You laughed softly, your voice reaching his mic “How could I not? It’s perfect!”
Your hands lingered in the frame for a moment longer before you pulled the keyboard back to your lap, laughing as the comments kept flooding in. “They’re so dramatic,” you whispered to Wonwoo.
“They always are,” he replied, his tone fond. Turning back to the stream, he added “Alright, that’s all you get. She’s shy.”
You rolled your eyes, nudging him playfully, but the warmth in his tone made your heart swell.
As he continued chatting with his viewers, you stayed by his side, quietly typing away, your keyboard’s clicks filling the background. And if he occasionally glanced at you with the softest smile? Well, that was just for you.
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GAMEBOI EP.22
The moment you walked into the computer parts store with Wonwoo, your eyes lit up at the sheer number of shiny, colorful gadgets around you. It was like stepping into a candy store but for tech you didn’t understand.
Wonwoo had come prepared with a list and a clear purpose, but it was quickly derailed the moment you started wandering off “Ooh, look at this!” you exclaimed, holding up a pastel pink mouse from one of the shelves.
He glanced at you, amused “That’s a gaming mouse. Do you even know what DPI is?”
“Not a clue,” you said proudly, “but it’s cute, right?”
He laughed, shaking his head “Yeah, it’s cute.”
You put the mouse in the cart with zero hesitation, earning another chuckle from him “You know we’re here to buy parts for my setup, not to make yours prettier, right?”
“But what’s the point of a setup if it’s not cute?” you countered, already wandering off to another aisle
Every few minutes, you’d come back to him holding something pastel or RGB-lit “Babe, look at this fan! It lights up!” you said, spinning the blades
“That’s an RGB fan,” he explained patiently, trying not to laugh at how excited you looked
“Do you need it?”
“I already have better ones,” he said, gently taking it from your hands. But you’re adorable for trying.”
Not long after, you found a pastel purple keyboard and rushed over to him “This matches my mouse! Can I—”
“Yes,” he said before you could even finish, grinning “Just put it in the cart.”
You blinked “You’re not even going to argue?”
“Why would I? You’re clearly having the time of your life.”
The rest of the trip continued in the same way, with you picking up random items like cute cable organizers, a pastel monitor stand, and even a mousepad with tiny hearts on it. Wonwoo didn’t complain once, just followed you around with the cart, his smile growing wider every time you lit up at something new.
By the time you reached the checkout, the cart was a mix of his practical parts and your colorful additions
“You’re really letting me get all this?” you asked, slightly guilty but mostly excited
He shrugged, his tone casual but affectionate
“It’s worth it to see you this happy.”
As you leaned up to kiss his cheek, Wonwoo couldn’t help but think how easy it was to spoil you. Sure, his gaming setup wasn’t going to match with all the pastel you’d picked out, but he didn’t care. Seeing you this excited? That was worth more than any high-tech upgrade.
Wonwoo’s next stream started like any otherhis calm voice greeting the chat as he settled into his chair, adjusting his headset. Except this time, you were sitting beside him, just out of the camera’s view, quietly unboxing all the cute, pastel-colored items you’d convinced him to buy during your trip to the computer store.
About fifteen minutes in, the chat picked up on something.
He glanced at you, smirking “They’re already asking about you,” he said softly, leaning closer to his mic “Wanna show them what you bought?”
You hesitated for a second before grinning “Only if you introduce it properly,” you teased, nudging his arm
Wonwoo chuckled, shaking his head “Alright, guys. She went on a pastel shopping spree, and she’s way too excited to show it off. But she’s staying off-camera, so don’t get your hopes up.”
Sliding into the frame, you held up the pastel pink mouse first “Ta-da! Isn’t it cute?” you said, your voice light with excitement as you turned it so the camera caught all the angles
Next, you grabbed the pastel purple keyboard and tapped a few keys, letting the soft, satisfying clicks echo through his mic
“This is my favorite,” you said proudly “It matches the mouse!”
The chat was eating it up.
“THE KEYBOARD IS PERFECT.”
“She really went full pastel gamer, huh?”
“Wonwoo, you’re gonna have to build her a whole setup now.”
One by one, you showed off the rest of your haul: the pastel monitor stand, the tiny heart-patterned mousepad, and even the cute cable organizers. Every time you held something up, the chat flooded with compliments and playful comments.
At one point, someone asked: “Wonwoo, how much of this trip was her idea?”
“All of it,” he replied immediately, smiling as he glanced at you “But I didn’t mind. She was like a kid in a candy store. How could I say no?”
You playfully elbowed him, making him laugh even harder “You’re making me sound so dramatic!”
“Because you were,” he teased. “But it was adorable.”
By the time you finished showing off everything, the chat was begging for more appearances from you. You shook your head, laughing
“This is Wonwoo’s stream, not mine!”
He leaned into his mic, his tone soft but playful
“Maybe for now. But if she keeps this up, she’s gonna have a better setup than me.”
The chat exploded with laughter and agreement, and as you sat back beside him, quietly typing on your new keyboard, Wonwoo couldn’t stop smiling. It was a simple, silly moment, but to him—and his viewers—it was perfect.
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GAMEBOI EP. 23
During one of Wonwoo’s chill streams, he suddenly leaned back in his chair, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips. “So, I found something funny the other day,” he began, glancing at the chat
“Do you guys want to see a video of my girlfriend struggling to help me set up this chair?”
“YESSS PLEASE!”
“We love her content already.”
“Wonwoo, don’t expose her like this!”
He chuckled, reaching for his mouse “Don’t worry, her face isn’t in it—just her voice. But trust me, it’s worth it.”
As he clicked play, the video popped up on stream. The camera was propped up on a desk, capturing the scene of a partially assembled gaming chair and your hands fumbling with a screwdriver.
In the clip, your voice rang out, frustrated but determined
“Wait, wait—what do I do with this screw? It doesn’t fit! Are you sure this is the right one?”
Wonwoo’s voice came from behind the camera, calm and amused “Yes, it’s the right one. You just need to turn it the other way.”
“I am turning it the other way!” you huffed, the sound of the screwdriver slipping making him laugh behind the camera
“You’re turning it the same way,” he corrected, his tone dripping with laughter
“Wonwoo, I swear, if you’re filming this right now—”
The clip ended with you groaning dramatically while he laughed, and the chat absolutely exploded
“SHE’S SO CUTE OMG.”
“The frustration in her voice is sending me LOL.”
“Wonwoo, you’re a menace for recording this.”
Wonwoo leaned back, grinning as he read the comments
“Yeah, she was so mad when she realized I filmed it,” he admitted, his voice fond “But she eventually got the screw in. She just… needed a little extra guidance.”
You yelled from the other room, loud enough for the mic to pick up: “I got it in all by myself, thank you very much!”
Wonwoo laughed, turning his head slightly toward where you were sitting off-camera “Do you want to defend yourself, or are you going to let me keep telling my version of the story?”
“I don’t need to defend myself,” you called back “The chair’s standing, isn’t it?”
He turned back to the camera, shaking his head but smiling warmly
“She’s not wrong. The chair’s perfect. But man, that setup process was something else.”
The chat kept teasing both of you for the rest of the stream, and Wonwoo couldn’t stop grinning. He didn’t even care if they joked at his expense. it was worth it, just to share a little piece of your chaotic, everyday moments with his viewers.
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GAMEBOI EP.24
Wonwoo was mid-stream, fully immersed in his game, when the chat suddenly noticed something. His posture stiffened slightly, and a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips—a telltale sign that something was happening off-camera.
The viewers were quick to pick up on it.
“SHE’S THERE AGAIN, ISN’T SHE?”
“It’s koala time, guys.”
“Wonwoo looks like he’s bracing for something LOL.”
And sure enough, a moment later, you appeared in the frame, just slightly out of view, your arms looping around his shoulders as you leaned into him
“Baby” you murmured, your voice soft and sleepy
He glanced at you briefly before returning his focus to the screen “You okay?” he asked, though his tone was already filled with fondness
“Mhm. Just wanted cuddles,” you mumbled, wrapping yourself around him like a koala. Your legs dangled over the side of his chair as you clung to him, your face buried in the crook of his neck.
Wonwoo smiled slightly, his free arm instinctively wrapping around your waist to steady you. “You’re gonna make me lose this match,” he teased, though there was no real complaint in his voice
“I don’t mind,” you replied, your voice muffled against his shoulder
He let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “Chat, this is my life now. I’m trying to carry a team, and she’s over here trying to turn me into a human pillow.”
“Pillow privileges only for her!”
“She’s living the dream.”
“Wonwoo’s so whipped, it’s adorable.”
Eventually, the game ended, and he leaned back slightly, giving you a chance to reposition. “You good now?” he asked, looking at you with a playful smile
You shook your head, clinging tighter “Nope. Still need more cuddles.”
He sighed dramatically, though the grin on his face gave him away. “Guess I’m not going anywhere then,” he said, turning back to the chat
“Sorry, guys, looks like I’m stuck here.”
The chat erupted with laughter and affection, fully entertained by your antics. And as Wonwoo continued his stream, your arms stayed securely around him, your presence as comforting to him as it was chaotic.
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GAMEBOI EP.25
Wonwoo decided to do something special for his birthday stream—a long, cozy session until midnight. His viewers were thrilled, and the chat was buzzing with excitement, sending him birthday wishes and teasing him about how he was spending his special day with them instead of celebrating offline.
As the clock ticked closer to midnight, Wonwoo glanced at the time with a subtle smile, clearly anticipating something. "Alright, guys," he said, leaning back in his chair
"I think it's about time to wrap things up soon. But before we go, I have a little surprise for you."
The chat erupted.
“WHAT SURPRISE???”
“Don’t play with us, Wonwoo!”
“You’re really gonna make this stream legendary, aren’t you?”
Just as the clock struck 12, you appeared from behind him, holding a small cupcake with a single candle lit.
"Happy birthday, Wonwoo!" you said softly, your voice warm and full of love.
Wonwoo turned his chair slightly, giving the viewers a brief glimpse of you as you leaned down to give him a quick kiss. The moment was fleeting—your smile, the cupcake, and your kiss—but it was enough to send the chat into a frenzy
“SHE’S REAL OMG.”
“The mystery girlfriend REVEALED!”
“Happy birthday, Wonwoo, but also WE LOVE HER!”
You set the cupcake down on his desk, grinning as you stepped back out of frame. "Alright, I’m out of here—don’t let them roast me too much," you joked, your voice teasing
Wonwoo chuckled, his ears turning pink as he adjusted his headset
"Thanks, love," he said softly, his tone full of affection. Turning back to his stream, he faced the camera with a shy but happy smile
"So… that’s my girlfriend. She wanted to wish me happy birthday."
“We’re simping for both of you now.”
“Wonwoo blushing is everything.”
“That was the CUTEST moment ever.”
He spent the next few minutes reading the flood of comments, thanking everyone for their birthday wishes, and promising not to turn his stream into a full-on romantic comedy.
But the way his smile lingered even after you left the room made it clear just how much that little moment meant to him and to everyone watching.
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GAMEBOI EP. 26
Wonwoo decided to dedicate a stream to reading fan letters from his email, something he hadn't done in a while. You sat beside him, off-camera as always, but he had asked you to join in. "It’s more fun reading these with you," he had said earlier, convincing you.
As the stream began, he adjusted his mic and addressed his viewers
“So, today’s stream is a little different. I’m going to be reading some of the fan letters you guys sent to my email. And, uh… she’s here to help me.” He motioned toward you off-frame
“SHE’S BACK???”
“COUPLE STREAM PART 2 LET’S GO!”
“Read her the cute ones, Wonwoo!”
You laughed softly “Hi, everyone. Thanks for letting me crash your stream again.”
Wonwoo opened the first email, smiling as he scanned the words
“Okay, this one’s sweet. They said they started watching me during a tough time, and my streams helped them feel less alone.” He paused, his voice warm “That’s… really nice to hear.”
You leaned closer to read over his shoulder. “Aww, that’s so touching. Whoever wrote this, you’re amazing for sharing that,” you said sincerely
As the stream went on, Wonwoo read a mix of funny and heartfelt letters.
One fan shared how they accidentally spilled coffee on their keyboard while watching his gameplay, prompting you to laugh.
“See? That’s why I don’t keep drinks near my setup"
He shot you a playful look “That’s because you spill everything.”
“Hey!” you protested, lightly nudging him, which only made the chat explode
Finally, Wonwoo opened an email that made both of you pause. The fan had written a long message thanking him for being so genuine and mentioning how they admired the love and support they could sense between the two of you.
He glanced at you, a soft smile on his face “That’s… really sweet.”
You nodded, your voice gentle “It’s nice knowing people notice the little things. Whoever wrote this, thank you.”
“THEY’RE SO IN LOVE HELP.”
“This stream is making me believe in love again.”
“We need more streams like this!”
As the stream wrapped up, Wonwoo thanked his viewers, his voice filled with gratitude
“Thanks for all your letters and for always supporting me. And thanks to her for joining me. You make this even better.”
You smiled, nudging him again playfully. “Alright, don’t get too mushy on stream.”
As Wonwoo wrapped up the main part of reading fan letters, you couldn’t help but notice a recurring theme in the chat. Fans were flooding the comments with questions about your relationship. You glanced at him, raising a brow. “You seeing these?”
He laughed, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, I see them. Do you want to answer a few?”
“YES PLEASE!”
“Tell us the love story!”
“This is what we’ve been waiting for!”
You hesitated for a moment before shrugging
“Okay, just a few. Keep it simple, though.”
Wonwoo smirked, scrolling through the chat “Alright, here’s a classic one: ‘How did you two meet?’”
You chuckled "We met through mutual friends at a small get-together. I didn’t even know who he was at first.just thought he was the quiet guy sitting in the corner with a really nice smile.”
He grinned, glancing at you “And I thought she was the most interesting person in the room. She kept asking me random questions, and I couldn’t stop talking to her.”
Wonwoo picked another question. “Okay, next: ‘Where was your first date?’”
You smiled at the memory
“It was this little bookstore café. He said he wanted somewhere quiet where we could talk, and we ended up staying there for hours. I think the staff thought we were moving in”
Wonwoo chuckled “Yeah, we didn’t even notice the time. I remember she was so excited about the book sections, and she kept showing me things like, ‘Look at this! Isn’t it cool?’”
“I want a bookstore date now…”
“Wonwoo, you’re setting unrealistic standards!”
“Did you buy her a book that day?”
Wonwoo smirked at the last comment “Actually, I did. I still remember the title"
You laughed “And I still have it, thank you very much.”
He scanned the chat again “Last one: ‘What’s your favorite thing to do together?’”
You thought for a moment before answering
“Honestly? Just spending time together doing random things—like this. Whether it’s customizing keyboards, trying out games, or just sitting around talking, it’s always fun.”
Wonwoo nodded in agreement “Yeah, same. I don’t think it matters what we’re doing as long as it’s with her.”
The chat erupted with heart emojis and comments
“Get you a love like this.”
“The way they talk about each other is everything.”
“This is why we stan Wonwoo AND his girlfriend.”
After answering a few more light questions, you decided to let Wonwoo take over again. “Okay, that’s enough about us. Back to your regularly scheduled programming,” you joked, waving off-camera
Wonwoo smiled at the camera. “Thanks for letting her join in, guys. I think she liked it more than she’ll admit.”
You playfully swatted his arm as the chat filled with laughter and love for both of you.
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GAMEBOI EP.27
The stream starts with a soft, familiar hum of music and the sound of Wonwoo adjusting his mic. The chat immediately lights up with excitement as he finally appears on screen, his signature calm smile gracing his face.
“HE’S BACK!!”
“Wonwoo we missed you so much!!”
“IT’S BEEN TOO LONG!!”
Wonwoo waves at the camera, his voice warm but slightly shy
“Hey, everyone. It’s been a while, huh? I missed you all too.”
He leans back in his chair, taking a deep breath. “First of all, thank you for being so patient. A lot happened over the past couple of months, and I wanted to take some time to just focus on life… and on someone really special”
His smile grows, and his eyes flicker off-camera for a second, as if acknowledging your presence.
“IS SHE THERE?!”
“OMG ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT HER??”
“LIFE UPDATE PLEASE.”
Wonwoo chuckles softly, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Okay, okay, so… some of you might’ve guessed, but yes, she’s been a big part of what’s been happening. We went on a little vacation recently,a much-needed one. And, well…” He pauses, then you suddenly popped up from the side, well... your hand did to show the faintest glint of a ring
“WAIT WHAT?!”
“OMG OMG OMG!!!”
“ARE YOU SAYING WHAT I THINK YOU’RE SAYING?!”
He laughs, his cheeks slightly pink “Yeah, I proposed. And she said yes.”
Even though you're off-camera, the faint sound of your laugh can be heard, and it makes the chat lose their minds even more
“CONGRATS OMG!!!”
“WE KNEW IT!!”
“This is the best comeback ever.”
Wonwoo looks genuinely touched by the overwhelming support.
“Thank you, really. I wanted to make sure everything was perfect before I came back. The past few months have been some of the happiest of my life, and I’m really grateful I got to spend that time with her.”
He glances off-camera again, this time with a small smirk
“She’s here, by the way. But don’t worry, she’s staying off-camera today… unless she wants to say hi?”
You laugh softly before leaning closer to the mic
"Hi, everyone. Thanks for being so sweet to him and to us. And yes, the ring is very pretty.”
“SHE’S HERE!!!”
“WE NEED A RING CAM!”
“Wonwoo you’re one lucky guy.”
Wonwoo chuckles, shaking his head
“Alright, enough about me. Let’s get back to what we’re here for: gaming. But seriously, thank you all for your support—it means a lot to both of us.”
As the stream goes on, the mood stays light and happy, with occasional comments from you off-camera and the chat constantly celebrating your engagement. It’s the perfect comeback, full of love, laughter, and warmth.
As Wonwoo continues chatting with his viewers, you can’t resist chiming in from the background. Your voice rings out in a playful, teasing tone
“I finally said yes, guys. Took him long enough.”
Wonwoo lets out an exaggerated sigh, rolling his eyes
“She’s not gonna let me live this down, huh?”
The chat explodes with laughter
“SHE’S SO FUNNY.”
“I CAN’T BELIEVE SHE SAID YES TO HIM AFTER ALL THAT TIME.”
“Honestly, I would’ve made him work harder for it.”
You lean in a little closer to the mic, just loud enough for everyone to hear. “Oh, don’t get me wrong, he had to earn it. I mean, the ring’s nice, but the real question is...did he pass the ‘How to Survive My Cooking’ test?”
Wonwoo laughs, holding up his hands in mock defense “Alright, I’m just gonna pretend I didn’t hear that.”
“Her cooking is that bad?”
“The real test of love.”
“Wonwoo deserves an award for surviving that.”
You smirk from off-camera “I’m just saying, if he survived the spicy noodle incident, he deserves a medal.”
Wonwoo shakes his head, smiling fondly at the camera. “Okay, okay, that’s enough teasing for one stream. We’ve got a game to play, but I’m just really happy to be back with you all. And to be with her… even if she makes fun of me all the time.”
You can’t help but laugh softly in the background
“What can I say? I’m the best part of this comeback.”
The chat is in full celebration mode now, with messages of congratulations mixed with requests for more jokes and stories from you
“I love their dynamic so much!”
“They’re a power couple. Period.”
“Please never stop teasing each other.”
Wonwoo glances at you again with a soft smile “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
⋆ pairings : wonwoo x gn!reader
⋆ warning : none! (I hope so)
⋆ wc : 0.6k
[✉️] · Your bf claims to have missed you alot, not wanting you to leave his side.
⋆ - note : UGH I love the thought of a clingy Wonwoo 😽😽 he would be so pookie coded | tysm @arkynz 4 the req!! <3
You were up a lot earlier than usual, and didn't want to wake Wonwoo up because he had just come back from a tour yesterday. So you decided to visit the corner shop that newly opened nearby your shared apartment. The advertisements were pretty good and you wanted to check it out yourself.
Just as you were looking at what to buy, the phone in your hand rang with a notification - Wonwoo texted you. You weren't expecting him to be awake so early, especially after he kept mumbling how exhausted he was while resting in your embrace yesterday.
[Today · 8:23 AM]
Wonuu 🎀 : where did you go
Wonuu 🎀 : you're not here?
You smiled, sliding your fingers on the keyboard, typing a response.
You : I'm out in the corner shop baby
You : I thought you'd sleep in today
Your phone rang again - he immediately replied.
Wonuu 🎀 : come back
Wonuu 🎀 : please :(
Just when you were about to reply, your phone started to ring - he was calling.
"Baby," he called out, his voice groggy with sleep. "Why did you leave..."
"I thought you'd sleep for some time," you responded, paying for the food you bought as you made your way out of the store. "I'm coming, okay?"
"Please, come fast," he mumbled, and you could hear the pout in his voice. Silence soon followed after.
This wasn't how Wonwoo was usually. He didn't mind you waking up before him, going to the shop without telling him or leaving him alone at home while he was sleeping - but since yesterday, he had been clingy. Refusing to let go of you as he held you tight and buried his face into your neck. He did tell you a thousand times that he missed you, a lot, but you didn't think to this extent.
You, of course, didn't mind.
You carefully opened the front door, walking in and placing the food boxes on the table. The house was unusually quiet - quiet like when one of you was sleeping or either not here.
As you made your way to your shared bedroom, you found Wonwoo buried in his blanket, cheek squished by the pillow he was resting his head on, his eyes tightly shut. His face was a light shade of pink, and as you walked closer to him, you felt the warmth radiating off his body.
"Wonu?" You softly called out, careful not to startle him. You sat on his side of the bed - as he was sleeping on yours - and gently brushed the hair strands away from his face. His cheeks were warm, and you could tell he had been under the blankets for some time.
The small act made him shift a little, making you notice his phone was still in his hand.
You carefully slide it out of his grip, placing it on the nightstand.
"Baby-" Wonwoo suddenly mumbled, opening his eyes slowly. He stretched his arms, reaching out to you.
"Did I wake you up? Sorry," you whisper, scooting closer to him.
He shook his head, making his hair messier in the process, and gently wrapped his arms around your waist in a loose grip.
Wonwoo mumbled something under his breath that sounded like 'lay down with me', and you didn't wait for him to repeat it as you adjusted yourself next to him.
He smiled with his eyes closed, snuggling closer to comfortably rest his head on your chest. He gently took your hand and placed it on his head, silently telling you to caress it.
"Don't leave me alone next time,"
"Did you miss me that much?"
"Hm, I did..."
His soft heatbeats matched with yours as he quietly dozed off in the warmth of your embrace. Maybe you liked this side of your boyfriend the most. Maybe you liked the way he thought of every way to be by your side at all times.
MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS, DO NOT INTERACT. UNEDITED.
synopsis: Jeon Wonwoo, renowned actor of the year— your ex, is paired up with you for the year's newly awaited movie; ironically about reconnecting with an old flame. Your reunion is anything but smooth, old grudges and feelings rise to the surface as the both of you continue working on the film.
Will this give the both of you an opportunity to rekindle what was once lost or will this prove that you're better off moving on with each other’s lives?
rating: (n)sfw
pairing: actor! wonwoo x actress! afab reader
genre: actor!au, exes to lovers!au, angst, slow burn
warnings for this chapter: use of female pronouns for reader, written in third person, cursing— i think that's it— (please do message if i missed any)
wc: 1.1k
a/n: i've been working on this story for months and even so, i'm far from finishing it lol. again, please expect really slow updates since i just got a job and i cannot promise that i'll be able to update all the time.
my messages and ask are both always on, feel free to leave one! i also really appreciate comments and reposts! once again, thank you for choosing to be on this journey with me :) i hope you have fun as much as i do :)
Official tag for the series is #HOTBS
teaser || HOTBS masterlist
date posted: 11/06/25
The dimly lit lamp post illuminated the two figures that were standing in the middle of the rain, shadows dancing around their faces as droplets from the heavy downpour masked the pair’s heavyhearted expressions. The rise and fall of their chests from their labored breaths was evident as they faced each other.
“Is it really that easy for you to throw three years away?” Wonwoo said, knuckles turning white as he gripped the ends of his sleeve.
Lips pursed, Y/N couldn’t utter a response— because if she did, she knew that she'd break down in front of him. She’d take back every word she had said to him a few minutes ago; beg for his forgiveness for even thinking about separating, pull him to her embrace and never let go.
All she could do was look at him, misty-eyed as she studied the latter’s face— as if this was the last time she could do this.
She memorized it all, from the mole on his left cheek that was situated under his eye to the scar that was just right above his right eyebrow. His glasses were foggy from the rain but she could still see his eyes, the usually bright ones were now glossy, his eyebrows furrowed, and his jaw was clenched. No one would know whether or not it was raindrops that were trickling down his cheek or his own tears.
“Don’t look at me like that. Please,” Wonwoo pleads, his voice slowly cracking. “Talk to me, Y/N.”
She lets out a shaky breath, lips trembling. “You think it’s that easy for me too? I’ve been patiently waiting for you while you break one promise after another.”
Wonwoo stood there silent as his head hung low, the sound of the rain hitting the concrete pavement seemed to only grow louder.
“I know your manager has been telling you to break up with me. You think I wouldn’t know about that?”
For a moment, Wonwoo looked taken aback. His strong stance seemed to falter for a bit, “What right do they have to have a say in my relationship? To tell me what to do with my relationship?”
His eyes softened as he looked at her slightly trembling figure. “Please, let me make up for lost time, Y/N. I promise, I’ll make it up to you—”
His hands tried reaching out for her elbow, trying to bring her closer but she only shook her head, pulling her arm back with a small sob escaping her lips.
“You,” Y/N tried to talk, her voice slowly failing her. “You always say that.”
“You keep telling me that you’ll make it up to me. You promised and you promised. You kept on promising until there came a time that you couldn’t even do it anymore,” she says, her eyes not leaving his.
“I can also see how tired you’ve become just trying to be in our relationship. I can see it every time I look at you.”
“Y/N, I’m not tired! I’m just—”
Y/N only looked at Wonwoo, making him stop his sentence as his eyes met hers.
In contrast to what used to be light and carefree, her eyes were tired. She looked paler and the dark circles under her eyes were proof of the lack of sleep she had the past few weeks. Hurt was evident as the pair stood in the middle of the rain, silence enveloping them. The tears she held back were finally falling freely on her face.
Y/N thought she could do this, she should’ve known better.
“I love you,” Wonwoo whispered.
“I love you too.”
“We can still make this work. Please, don’t end it just like this.”
In a desperate plea, he held her closer to his chest. Hugging her as if she’d vanish into thin air if he lets her go.
She lets herself bask in his embrace for a few seconds, before snapping back into their reality. She tried pushing him away, hitting his chest but he wouldn’t budge.
“Please don’t make this harder for me,” she tells him in between sobs.
“Let’s fix this, please, please, please,” he once again pleads, slowly loosening his hold on her.
“You’re losing sleep, trying to be with me. Your management is already furious with you because of me.”
It was no secret to her that his management isn't too fond of her. His manager would pick Wonwoo up from her place when they would spend the night together and his manager would look at her as if she was the bane of their existence.
Wonwoo would immediately shut down any dating rumor that could possibly rake up viewers of any upcoming movies or dramas. He would try to leave early after his shoots until one day he couldn’t anymore.
He wasn’t a bad boyfriend, nor was he a passive lover.
This is what made it harder for her.
“I don’t want to hinder you from shooting to the stars, Won. You deserve to be there, to go even higher. You deserve to shine brighter, and you won’t be able to do that with me pulling you back.”
“Shooting to the stars be fucking damned if you’re not with me, Y/N.”
“This is exactly why we should stop.”
Wonwoo looked at her stunned.
“This is your dream. You’re at the pinnacle of reaching your dream, and what? You’re throwing it away for me? I can’t possibly make you do that, Wonwoo.”
A few seconds of silence once again passed the both of them, until Wonwoo took a deep breath.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to go on without you.”
A bitter smile formed on her face, tears still falling on her cheeks. “I know you can, Jeon. You’ll be able to walk and move forward without me by your side.”
I’ll always be watching you from afar. I’ll always watch your movies, your dramas. I’ll always support you in whatever goal you have dreamed of, whether you choose to divert your journey from the stars to the moon. I’ll always love you and support you, even if it means just standing idly by the sidelines.
She had many words left unsaid, yet she couldn’t bring herself to say any of it.
Wonwoo held both of her hands, bringing her knuckles close to his lips as he placed a gentle kiss on them, letting a shaky breath right after.
“Why are you talking like you’ll never see me again?” He whispered.
She looked away from him, biting the inside of her cheek before she started speaking once again. “I’ll be leaving for London in a few weeks, I accepted the scholarship grant from the university yesterday.”
NOTE: This story is purely fictional. Any traits or decisions of the story's characters do not reflect those of their real life counterparts. This is a work of fiction and is not real. Please separate fiction from reality.
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I love it and I'm obsessed and I can't wait for more of your Wonwoo fics!!
Ugh, I'm so in love with wonwoo wth
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Writing Wonwoo puts me in such a delulu state of mind and I' so glad Lip Tint Stains & Hair Ties Wonwoo provides nourishment for your soul the way it does for me heehee!
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Oh, what's this?
Surprise! You launched me right back into my Missing Wonwoo Super Bad hours (I never left) and I busted out this drabble this week :D
Lip Tint Stains & Hair Ties Bonus Drabble
౨ৎ summary: A glimpse into the future of our main couple. They are many, many years into their marriage in this fic.
౨ৎ pairing: Wonwoo x Reader
౨ৎ genre: childhood friends to lovers, established relationship, married AU, fluff, drabble, peachesndreams
౨ৎ word count: 2.3k
౨ৎ warnings: social gatherings, some PDA, Wonwoo taking it up a notch in public (for a cause—because he loves you), someone makes a pass at Wonwoo but bro is so not having it, the marriage is secured with copious amounts of super glue, duct tape, cement, preserved with resin & flowers, cushioned with bubble wrap for good measure, locked away in a safe with a case sensitive password, he's down BAD besties
౨ৎ author note: This one's for you, @pinkshua-mp3 MUAH (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ For anyone who hasn't read the first fic, I do recommend reading it for context, but up to you!
Lip Tint Stains & Hair Ties
The gala was, well, a gala— expensive chandeliers glowing warm lighting atop silk and sequins, the tinkle of champagne flutes, and polite, superficial conversation that you mostly ignored, grateful for the arrival of your husband’s warm hand flattening against your lower back along with whatever excuse he spawned directly from his ass to escape. As always, Wonwoo was a gentleman both at home and in public, his crisply tailored suit a rich black that somehow broadened his imposing shoulders even further, and his dark hair swept back from his forehead in a loosely-structured, still neat style that accentuated his steeply angled cheekbones. You knew you’d be threading your fingers through the strands to free them back into his usual softly ruffled structure by the end of the night, the light waves left behind reminiscent of late nights pouring over class notes and abandoned reheated leftovers in college and nights just as late spent straining to meet deadlines early in your careers.
Currently, he was engaged (against his will) in conversation with one of his work colleagues— a pleasant enough man who couldn’t help but sneak glances at you with not even an attempt at veiled curiosity. It wasn’t anything new. Over the years, you had more than grown used to the range of expressions people displayed while attempting to understand the striking, quietly intense Jeon Wonwoo with the woman at his side. Oh well, the two of you made perfect sense to everyone who knew you. Plus, it wasn’t like the two of you appeared incompatible with one another— you made for a very pretty couple (others' words, not yours, of course).
“You’re so stunning.” He murmured against the shell of your ear during a brief lull, his smooth voice low enough so that only you could hear it, but it seemed to silence the music filling the background noise all the same. His thumb smoothed little circles into the silk fabric of your dress, the same soothing pattern as always. “I can’t focus on a single conversation.”
“You say that every time.” You teased, shaking your head a little as you peered up at him with a mirthful smile.
“Must be because it’s true every time.” His eyes were soft as they cradled your reflection in them, that private warmth that he reserved for you appearing. He’d foregone his glasses for the evening, so there was no barrier from the affection gleaming in his iris provided by the lenses. Your heart did that familiar flutter it had been doing since you were fifteen and he’d scrunched up the sleeve of his shirt to offer his forearm to you as a lip tester canvas.
The colleague excused himself (yay!), and Wonwoo took advantage of the opportunity to steer the both of you to a quieter, more reserved corner to find a moment to gather the remaining dregs of your social juice, his palm never leaving its place on your back. Just as you’d settled into the alcove, hidden partially by a large, probably fake plant, a figure approached your short-lived sanctuary with an intent neither you nor Wonwoo overlooked.
She was undeniably pretty, you’d give her that. Tall, elegantly styled hair, a gorgeous dress that suited her figure, and flawless makeup. Her confidence was in no way misplaced, but she was obviously accustomed to getting what she wanted, and judging by the way her eyes locked onto Wonwoo, she was in for an abrupt change of pace tonight.
“Jeon Wonwoo?” She extended a hand with a trained smile, a little too personal to be just business. “We met last spring at the—”
You checked out, feeling the tangible shift in the air as Wonwoo’s expression morphed into something polite but adamantly distant— the same mask he’d adopted in high school when people approached him with expectations he had no intention of fulfilling. “Yes,” he replied, eyes dull, and tone careful, tight, and utterly uninvested. “We did.”
The woman was certainly not in the business of taking hints, unfortunately.
“Sorry to interrupt.” Her smile widened as she stubbornly overlooked your presence, not that you wanted to be a part of this exchange very quickly destined for disaster. “I had some ideas I wanted to run by you. Private ideas.” She let the words settle, her intentions laced with a pretty, obvious bow tied front and center for everyone to see.
Ah, this was about to be embarrassing. You resisted a wince and wished there were a socially acceptable way to hide behind your hands at events like these when moments were too painful to watch.
The pressure of Wonwoo’s hand at your back increased just enough to signal to you that he was very much bothered, his long fingers twitching. He allowed the silence to extend, partially to reign in his irritation, and mostly to wait for the first hairline cracks in her audacity to appear. You fought the instinct to physically turn away from the scene, eyes flicking up to check in on your husband, finding a certain sharpness in his expression that you were thankful to not be on the receiving end of. His dark eyes lacked any luster as he glowered down his nose, a certain indicator that someone was about to learn a valuable, unforgettable lesson about crossing him.
You wondered who he'd picked that up from.
Wonwoo raised his hand without breaking his intense eye contact with the woman, and a passing waiter appeared instantly like a paid actor at his side. He smoothly plucked two champagne flutes from the tray, his wedding band twinkling as it caught the warm light and the bubbles floating up through the faintly yellow tinted liquid during the transfer.
Her eyes lit up at the move, and she stepped closer. A mistake. You winced for real this time.
“Wonwoo,” You breathed just so he could hear, a little apprehensive about whatever he was about to pull with two full glasses of alcohol in hand.
Finally, he turned to face you, his cheeks gleaming with the glow of his smile and his voice carrying through the low mumble of the gala.
“Darling?” The endearment tumbled out of his lips, soft and tender, like he always used it in public— which he didn’t. He hadn’t called you that earlier, and had been simply using your name all evening, proper and professional. This was personal. Your insides warmed all the same anyway.
Wonwoo leaned into you a bit as he pressed one of the champagne glasses into your hand, despite the fact that neither of you really drank outside of a few occasions, meaning he only swiped them for the purpose of becoming this woman’s karma. How petty and super hot of him. He took advantage of his free hand to curl his arm around your waist and pull you further into his side. Then, he twisted the dial to his overkill setting, tilting down to press a lingering kiss into your hair, his nose briefly brushing against your temple.
“Do you want to find a place for us to sit?” He asked, voice pitched to it’s mellowed setting for you, intimate like it was only the two of you present.
The woman’s smile turned positively brittle, frozen on her face, but far from reaching her eyes. Clearly, she’d been expecting a different outcome— had probably done this before; had probably succeeded before. But Wonwoo really wasn’t one for these kinds of games. Challenging his loyalty meant instant defeat.
When he eventually turned back to her, his gaze readopted his severe sharpness. Gone was the doting warmth he’d just showed you, in it’s place something impatient and cutting. The unimpressed tilt of his brows and tense line of lips spelled out ‘annoyed’ and ‘dismissive.’
“I’m afraid I don’t have time for private conversations tonight.” His tone was perfectly pleasant, but pointedly professional. “My wife and I were just about to find a table.” He cocked his head, his chin angled defiantly, and the gesture was so deliberate and barbed that the woman actually took a step back. “All discussions can occur through the proper channels. I’m sure you understand.”
And that was that. Lesson learned. Class dismissed. And all of it wrapped up in the tissue-paper-thin polish of politeness, but that’s your Wonwoo.
Her face flushed— whether from embarrassment or anger, you couldn’t tell— and she quickly made her excuses before retreating back into the crowd. As you watched her go, you couldn’t help but feel the warmth of satisfaction (and something decidedly hotter that would have to wait to be addressed) blossom through your bloodstream.
“You didn’t have to do that,” You said, smiling nonetheless. You discarded your drink on a nearby ledge, and Wonwoo followed suit. “But well played.”
Soft, gooey, adoring Wonwoo faced you again, a small smile of his own smoothing the sharp angles of his expression under your praise. “She was incredibly rude, and thank you. I learned from the very best.”
“Did you?” You teased, eyes widening in a playful display of interest as he leaned even closer to you, his warmth seeping into you with his contact.
“I did.” He confirmed, his smile sweetening by the second and eyes crinkling in endearment. “She’s stunning, by the way.” Evidently unable to resist your charm, Wonwoo stamped another kiss to your hair, then your temple, then the corner of your mouth. As he reluctantly pulled back, his half-lidded eyes lingered low on your lips. “You’re wearing that tint I like.”
You couldn’t help but laugh a bit at his ridiculous statement. “You like every tint I wear, Wonwoo.” You tilted your head up further though, letting him see another angle of the light pink sheen on your lips. His eyes traced every move, while you noted his thumb resumed its rhythmic little circles into the fabric of your dress.
His eyes darkened just a fraction, and you felt the heat of his palm glide from your back to your waist. “I do, and I bought you that one.”
“And?” You asked with a knowing grin, fluttering your lashes just to tease him.
“And I remember a promise. “He murmured, his mellow voice dipping into that register that spoke of promises of their own. “Something about letting me kiss it off.”
“We’re in public.” You reminded him, voice sing-song, but you were already angling your head for him as he continued to close the little distance, your palms sliding up the front of the smooth material of his suit.
“Convenient.” He replied, his other hand finding its place on your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin absently as he guided you to a routine, comfortable position. “This will be the perfect way to tell them to mind their business.”
And then he kissed you, deep, unhurried, and uncaring of anyone who may wander by your partially hidden alcove with only a possibly fake plant for coverage. He held you gently, steady, with the same care as your first kiss in his college apartment and with the same unspoken promise as when he kissed you on your wedding day. Around you, the conversation continued to buzz, the music never ceased, but you were more interested in him, in the familiar taste of his mouth, and the way his heart pulsed against your palms.
When he finally pulled back, his lips were kiss-plumped and stained faintly pink with the transferred lip tint, and he looked a bit flushed and oh-so-pleased with himself.
“I need to go reapply that before we sit down.” You said, breathless and laughing at his disheveled appearance. At least you were merciful and kept your fingers out of his hair, for now.
“You must be running low. I’ll get you another one.” A corner of his mouth quirked upward, nearing smirking territory, but still charming and endearing as ever as he shifted to rumble into your ear, “Anything for my wife.” The puff of his breath against the shell of your ear nearly sent the remainder of your decorum packing for the remainder of the night, but you decided against any more scenes in public.
Or, at least right there.
“Gosh, you must be overheating.” You pouted, fluttering your lashes up at him in factitious concern. “Lets get you some fresh air.”
Quickly, you tucked your hand into the crook of his elbow, and to his surprise (and delight) lead him not in the direction of the tables, but instead over to a quiet balcony that provided far more privacy than the fake-plant alcove. Both of you managed to dodge getting pulled in to any more meaningless conversations on your journey, and you’re pretty sure you caught a glimpse of the woman from before in the sea of people, her expression subdued. Honestly, you pitied her. She’d clearly never met someone like Wonwoo before— someone so utterly, completely devoted to his love that there wasn’t room for even the thought of anyone else.
You hoped she and everyone else learned that Jeon Wonwoo had never been for taking. He’d already given himself to you long before either of you realized or knew how to name it. Years had passed without that changing, and if Wonwoo had anything to say about it, it never would.
As the gathering inside proceeded, you and Wonwoo stole yourselves away on the balcony where the milky moonlight caught the edges of his face and softened his sharpness, and where he kissed the remainder of your lip tint off, slowly, thoroughly, and full of promise.
The following morning, you discovered a new set of three lip tints on your vanity, tied in a neat bow with a note in his tidy, distinct handwriting:
For my stunning wife. Looking forward to keeping our promise.
You giggled, then tucked the note away into the drawer of your nightstand, where all of his notes and most important words were housed.
The kitchen smelled like garlic and butter warm, familiar, lived-in.
You stood by the stove, stirring slowly, the soft clink of the spoon blending with the low hum of music playing in the background. It wasn’t loud just enough to fill the quiet spaces between breaths.
Behind you, Wonwoo hovered.
Not helping. Not really.
Just… existing.
“Do you need anything?” he asked for the third time in ten minutes, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
You didn’t turn. “You’ve already asked that.”
“I’m offering again.”
A small smile tugged at your lips. “Then stand there and look useful.”
He huffed quietly but stayed.
Good boy.
The playlist shuffled. A new beat slipped into the air slower, smoother, something with a teasing rhythm.
You paused.
Oh.
You knew this one.
Your fingers tightened slightly around the spoon as the intro of Agora Hills wrapped around the room like a secret.
Wonwoo didn’t notice.
He was busy reading the back of a random spice bottle like it held the meaning of life.
Cute.
You turned off the stove.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
And then you walked toward him.
He didn’t realize at first. Not until your presence closed in, soft but undeniable.
“Wonwoo,” you murmured.
He looked up.
Big mistake.
Because now you were right there.
Close enough that he had to tilt his head down just a little… and you had to look up just a little more.
That subtle difference.
That height gap.
It always did something to him.
“What—”
You didn’t let him finish.
The lyrics rolled in, and you leaned closer, your lips brushing near his ear as your voice dropped into a soft, teasing whisper singing just enough for him to hear.
“Kissing, I hope they caught us…”
His entire body stilled.
“I wanna show you off…”
Your fingers lightly grazed his arm barely there, but enough to send something sharp through him.
Wonwoo blinked once.
Twice.
Frozen.
You tilted your head, your breath warm against his ear as you softly
very softly—
bit down.
Not hard.
Just enough.
A quiet, teasing claim.
His grip tightened around the spice bottle.
“I wanna brag about it…”
Your voice dipped, playful, almost innocent.
Almost.
And then just like that
You pulled away.
No warning. No explanation.
You turned back toward the stove, picking up the spoon like nothing happened, humming along to the rest of the song as if your heart wasn’t racing just a little faster.
Like you hadn’t just ruined him.
Behind you—
Silence.
Wonwoo stood exactly where you left him.
Statue still.
Processing.
His ears burned first. Then his cheeks.
A slow, creeping red that he couldn’t stop even if he tried.
He swallowed.
Adjusted his glasses.
Looked down.
Looked anywhere but at you.
“…you’re unbelievable,” he muttered under his breath.
You didn’t respond.
Just smiled to yourself, stirring again.
The tension didn’t leave.
It lingered thick, quiet, wrapped around the both of you like the heat from the stove.
And Wonwoo?
He tried to go back to “helping.”
Really, he did.
But his movements were slower now. Careful. Distracted.
Because every time the song echoed in his head
so did the feeling of your voice against his ear.
And that soft
dangerous
bite.
Milli says ✍🏻✨:
he’s not recovering from that anytime soon… and honestly? deserved.
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Wonwoo, a black cat hybrid, and Mingyu, a golden retriever hybrid, have completely taken over your life—but you’re not complaining. Here are little glimpses into your days with these clingy and lovable hybrids.
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Genre: fluff, angst, smut, suggestive, hybrid! au
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Cats And Cuddles
🐾 Wonwoo is a possessive kitty who can’t stand it when you smell like anyone else but him. That’s why it’s so important for him to cling to you the moment you walk through the door.
🐾 Pairing: black cat hybrid!Wonwoo x human!afab!reader
🐾 Genre: fluff, hybrid! au, drabble
🐾 Warnings: showering together (but nothing sexual happens!)
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Puppies And Possessions
🐾 You bring home a new addition to the family…but Wonwoo isn’t too happy about it.
🐾 Pairing: black cat hybird!Wonwoo x afab!reader x golden retriever hybrid!Mingyu
🐾 Genre: angst, fluff, non-idol! au, hybrid! au, oneshot, series
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Resolve And Reconcile
🐾 Wonwoo's a stubborn kitty, but Mingyu's a determined puppy—he'll do whatever it takes to break down Wonwoo's walls.
🐾 Pairing: black cat hybird!Wonwoo x afab!reader x golden retriever hybrid!Mingyu
🐾 Genre: fluff, non-idol! au, hybrid! au, oneshot, series
🐾 Warnings: mentions of knives, very minor injury, mentions of blood
What could be worse than a valentine’s day alone? Exactly, a valentine’s day spent with your academic rival, Jeon Wonwoo, stuck in the home eco’s kitchen because you were both sentenced to take over the cookie baking for this season’s day of love.
pairing: wonwoo x fem!reader
genre: academic rivals to lovers, smut, heart wrenching and tooth rotting fluff (wonwoo is down bad bad)
warnings: sexual content, smut warnings under cut! wonwoo is a little bit mean? but like not too mean? she’s also kinda mean. but they are in love! promise.
word count: 5k
a/n: hi everyone!! this is part of the cupids collab hosted by the wonderful @wongyuseokie for @svthub! this work is dedicated to the wonderful, the lovely, the hilarious @highvern! i hope you like it, babes!! sending you loads of love this valentine's day and thousands of kisses, mwah! i had loads of fun writing this and am happy to be a part of this collab, hehe. also thank you @ourdawnishotterthanourday for betaing, ily! <3
“I’m giving you one chance to get out of here,” you say, holding open the door. Wonwoo doesn’t move.
“Who says I’m the one who has to go? You’re obviously the worse baker.”
Oh, he is truly playing with you right now. You let the door fall shut, eyes squeezed as you stare at him.
“Fine. Then it’ll be me and you, buddy.”
“I guess so,” he pauses, eyebrow raising, “and I’m not your buddy.”
smut warnings: minimal degradation (usage of the word “slut”), praising, pet names (princess, sweetheart, darling, pretty girl) oral (f. receiving), begging, softdom!wonwoo, unprotected sex (you know the drill - wrap it before you tap it, folks!), creampie (get it… cream…pie? cookies & cre- ok i’m sorry).
There are approximately seven thousand three hundred and twenty eight places you would rather be than here.
Nothing has helped you get out of this unfortunate situation. No pleading, no begging, not even wanting to send Seungkwan in your stead. Professor Yoon had been adamant in his decision to send you and him to this god forsaken home eco kitchen to bake the badge of cookies for the Valentine’s day sale.
“It’s not even a real holiday!” you had whined to Seungkwan, “if it were, we wouldn’t even be at class in the first place!”
All your best friend did was rub your back and tell you it was all gonna be fine, all while writing a text to Vernon on his phone in his other hand. He was used to your antics when it came to Jeon Wonwoo. Everyone was, at this point. Both of you had not made it hard to get used to - just by the amount of times you had decided to fight and dive right into rivalry when there was no reason to. Perhaps, he thought, it wasn’t even a bad idea to put you two in one room together for several hours with no one else. It could give you time to talk out your differences. Call for a truce. Screw the anger out of each other. Anything that would make Seungkwan’s life easier.
That day comes sooner than you wanted it to, and while your hand lays on the handle of the car door, you feel the uneasiness inside you raise.
“I can’t do this, Seungkwan. One of us is gonna end up dead.”
“Yeah, my money’s on Wonwoo. Please don’t disappoint me.” Seungkwan hums back, hands on the steering wheel and his eyebrows raised. You turn around, your mouth slightly agape before scoffing and opening the door.
“Pick me up at 4?” you ask and your best friend nods, waving at you once the door is closed. He truly hopes neither of you ends up dead (but if push comes to shove, obviously Wonwoo because then Vernon would owe him 5 bucks).
Professor Yoon had told you that all necessities would be at the university and that you wouldn’t have to bring anything except for a good mood, something you didn’t dare to say was impossible in the given situation.
You aren’t stupid (Wonwoo would beg to differ), you are well aware that your professor is trying to end whatever war you and Wonwoo have going on by pairing you up for this. And while you get the sentiment and might even appreciate it a little - you’re more than sure that nothing will ever come out of this - Wonwoo and you despise each other. It has been like this since your first semester and it most definitely wasn’t going to change over something as trivial as baking cookies together.
The home eco’s kitchen is in the basement of the economics building and you are happy to notice you’re the first to arrive. Smiling to yourself, you fish the key to the room out of your bag and unlock the door, walking in and turning on the lights.
The kitchen is spacious and modern, everything is made out of gray steel, with a few dark wood accents on the cupboards. You spot the boxes with ingredients on the island, and place your bag next to it before unpacking the things provided for you and Wonwoo. It becomes your mission to arrange the cookbook with the recipe in the center of the right side of the island, gathering all the needed ingredients around it in the order you would need it. Then, you search the cupboards for a big bowl, wooden spoon and a mixer.
You have gathered almost everything except for the mixer, spotting it in one of the higher cupboards you most definitely can’t reach without some sort of help. Biting down on your lip and gnawing on it, you look around the room, coming up empty. There are chairs in the room next to the kitchen, but you don’t have the key for it. With a sigh, you stretch yourself as much as you possibly can, hand reaching for the kitchen gadget - with no luck. Just when you’re about to climb on top of the counter, you feel something shift behind you, a body suddenly pressed against yours and an arm reaching up to grab the mixer for you without any trouble at all.
Wonwoo. Your body stiffens at his touch and only relaxes once he backs off, putting the mixer down next to the other stuff. Immediately you turn around, your eyes glaring at him.
“Someone decided to show up, after all.” You spit at him and he rolls his eyes.
“I was forced, if you must know.” He says not even looking at you. His eyes are focused on the ingredients on the counter, his lips slowly drawing into a smug smile.
“Control freak much?”
Your head burns and you scoff, walking over to the door and feeling his eyes on you as you move.
“I’m giving you one chance to get out of here,” you say, holding open the door. Wonwoo doesn’t move.
“Who says I’m the one who has to go? You’re obviously the worse baker.”
Oh, he is truly playing with you right now. You let the door fall shut, eyes squeezed as you stare at him.
“Fine. Then it’ll be me and you, buddy.”
“I guess so,” he pauses, eyebrow raising, “and I’m not your buddy.”
For the most part the two of you are quiet. Mainly because you don’t have anything to say to each other. You split the ingredients evenly (either one of you starting with their own batch since there is a whole lot of cookies to bake) and begin working on opposite ends of the kitchen. You get through the first batch without so much as exchanging looks. You do your thing and he does his. Only, when you get the first batch out, you ask him to hand you the oven mittens, which he does without any fuss. You’re surprised but don’t say it.
It’s when the both of you start to work on your second batches that things… change.
You hate to admit the tension in the room. In fact, you’ve been hating it since the first day you’ve met him. It’s a shame he’s so hot when he’s the absolute bane of your existence. Your friends (mainly Seungkwan, really) tease you about your obvious attraction to the man you call your archnemesis every chance they get, causing you to flip them off, or scoff, or just roll your eyes at how extremely wrong they are. If you could change it, you would! Finding him attractive whilst hating him truly is exhausting.
Slowly, you let yourself turn around in hopes he doesn’t notice. Thankfully, he is entirely focused on sprinkling chocolate chips into the cookies - white chocolate chips. You let out a gasp and your wooden spoon falls onto the top of the counter you’re working on.
“That’s cheating!” You shout, pointing at the package of sweets that he so obviously brought himself. What a jerk!
Not even looking at you, Wonwoo chuckles at your words, placing the chocolate chips next to him and wiping his hands on the apron he had put on earlier. Then, he turns to you, hip leaning against the counter, arms crossed and his eyebrows raised as he smirks like the douchebag you know he is.
“Cheating, yeah?” He repeats, licking his lips, “not sure it counts as cheating when it was clear from the beginning I would make better cookies, sweetheart.”
His condescending way of talking to you has always succeeded in making your blood boil, just like right now. You scoff, shaking your head and cleaning your own hands with a kitchen towel to your left.
“You know, considering these are for the day of love it is quite ironic Professor Yoon paired me with you, the person I hate the most.” You present Wonwoo with a honey dripping smile that couldn’t be more fake. Wonwoo doesn’t waver though. He just continues to smirk, his eyebrows shooting up even more, and before you know it he starts walking towards you, a click of his tongue almost making you flinch.
“See, love and hate are like siblings. While on the surface they couldn’t be more different, in their core they are irritatingly similar,” his voice is deep and his eyes are right there on yours and somehow you feel like he has taken away your ability to breathe. What the hell is he doing?
“You were always fascinating to me, darling. Always so sure of your opinion, never wavering. That first day we met, do you remember? How you were on my ass for the rest of the day because Professor Cha liked my answer better than yours?”
“He did not!” You shoot back, surprised by your own whiny tone. Looking at Wonwoo’s face, the defined jawline and cheekbones, the round specs on top of his nose and the brown soft curls falling into his forehead, you immediately regret speaking up at all. There is something in his eyes now, something you have never seen before - at least not on him. Something inside of him shifted, like a switch that had been flipped, and the way he looks at you makes all of your skin erupt in goosebumps.
“Ah, so I imagined things?” Wonwoo only so much as whispers, his large frame coming even closer, “Are you saying I’m a liar, pretty girl?”
Pretty girl. What the fuck? Your eyes widen and you feel your throat closing up. Absolutely not, you could not freeze right now! He was testing you, seeing how far he could go before you actually fell for whatever he was trying to do. Gathering all your confidence, you bring your hands up to place them on his chest and softly push him away. It gives you extreme satisfaction when you see the surprise on his face.
“And if I am? What are you going to do about it, Wonwoo?” Your smile turns smug and the little vein on Wonwoo’s forehead pops out just slightly. About to retrieve your arms, you are met with his hands around your wrists and his body even closer to yours.
To say he catches you by surprise would be an understatement. Your lower back is pressed against the counter, your hands in his grip and your lungs missing the necessary air to not get dizzy. Why does he smell so good? You catch yourself thinking thoughts you normally would try to suppress at any given time - especially when Wonwoo is right in front of you. This time, though, there is no escaping. Not with him so close, not with him staring right into your soul.
“I have learned one thing over the years we’ve known each other, Y/N,” he breathes, eyes not leaving your face, “you can be a real fucking brat.”
The gasp you want to let out gets stuck in your throat. Instead, something like a choke comes out, something that makes Wonwoo smirk and your legs weak.
“You really think you’re sly. Do you honestly believe I don’t know how attractive you find me? How you need to look away everytime I come in wearing tighter shirts or pants that hang low enough to see the waistband of my underwear? You always try to act like you hate me and, you know what, maybe you do, but what I said earlier isn’t wrong, darling, love and hate are like yin and yang - they can’t exist without the other.”
He has your wrists in a strong grip and his lower body is now pressed against yours, something you never realized you craved. Feeling his growing erection against you, knowing he is turned on by you, by the situation, you feel like your head is about to explode.
“So, what if I tell you that maybe I don’t actually hate you, but I actually find you attractive as well? What if I tell you nine out of ten times I want to shut your annoying mouth up by shoving my cock right down your tight throat? Or how whenever you bend over your desk to tell someone something you, of course, know better than them, I want to take you just like that and make everyone see just how much of a desperate pretty slut you actually are?”
You’re done for. With every word he’s saying, you can feel yourself actually becoming what he says you are. Desperate. The heat between your legs has turned into liquid in your panties, has turned into your heart beating at triple speed.
“Y-You can’t just say that!” You stutter, knowing full well he will just laugh at you. And he does. He laughs and he throws his head back and then he looks at you again, his eyes glinting with want that only gets emphasized by the hard cock pressing against you.
“Oh, sweet, sweet baby. Of course, I can,” he hums, finally letting go of one of your wrists to carefully tug a strand of hair behind your ear, “you’re so beautiful, especially when you’re flustered.”
He must be playing with you. It has to be one of his games. He wants you to give in, wants you to fall for this only to hold it over your head for the rest of your college life. His mixture of dominance and sweetness is about to give you whiplash, especially when he begins to caress your cheek and leans down, his breath hitting your cheek.
“We need to finish those cookies, Wonwoo.” The words are whispered and almost inaudible, but he hears you and he smiles.
“We’re alone in this basement, sweetheart. We’ve got all day to finish those cookies.” His hand wanders down, finding its place on your hip. You shiver slightly, your gaze flickering between his eyes and his lips and when his nose bumps against yours, something tells you that maybe he is serious.
When he kisses you, you figure that something is correct. What’s supposed to start soft turns into something deep, and hot, and uncontrolled, right off the bat. Kissing Wonwoo feels like the only thing you had ever missed out on in life and now you finally got the chance to take what belongs to you. His lips are soft and his tongue is warm, pressing against yours and entangling it in a dance of fire. Your hands are in his hair and his are on your hips and you’re sitting on top of the counter with all of your ingredients pushed to the side, your wooden spoon falling to the floor when Wonwoo lifts you up.
As if on instinct, your legs wrap around him and you moan against his lips when his hands move up, groping your breasts through your shirt. He licks into your mouth, your fingers digging into his nape, nails dragging along his skin.
If you could see into Wonwoo’s brain you might have gotten scared. Not because he’s thinking actual scary thoughts but because of how many times he has imagined this. You’re always there, somewhere in his brain, your smile, your eyes, your laugh. And when he’s alone and can’t sleep you’re there too, but this time it’s how he thinks you’d sound when he’s inside of you, when he sucks on your neck and squeezes your tits. There hasn’t been a day since he met you that he hadn’t thought about you.
It’s a shame you immediately called him out to be your academic rival on that day because all Wonwoo wanted to do back then was to make you his girlfriend, basically falling in love with you at first sight. As cliché as it sounds, it’s even more cliché considering he just played along with you, acting like he hated you, riling you up during class in ways he would rather switch for moments like this one right now.
Never had he imagined he’d get you alone, especially considering how good you are at avoiding him. But when Professor Yoon had asked him to bake the cookies for the Valentine’s day sale - he couldn’t help but suggest you as his partner. Hours would be spent together in a kitchen, hours you had to spend with him.
He loves how right he was. How right he was about you giving in, about you finding him hot, about you wanting him. He loves the sounds you make when he begins kissing down your neck and when his hand wanders under your shirt and shoves away your bra to touch the breasts he had been dreaming about. He sucks marks onto your neck and feels himself grow harder with every passing second. There is nowhere on this earth he’d rather be than right here, between your legs.
“Been dying to do this, you know?” He mumbles against your neck, licking up to your earlobe and twitching in his pants when he feels you shivering under his touch.
“R-Really?” You whimper back and Wonwoo nods, both hands moving to your cheeks, lips back on yours in a heated, passionate kiss. He thinks that nothing will ever feel as good as kissing you.
“Yeah, baby, wanted to kiss you forever, fuck,” he moans when your fingers move underneath his shirt, when you touch his bare skin and all of him begins to burn.
“Wanted to touch you, taste you.” His words echo in your mind and you open your eyes, a horny daze in them that makes Wonwoo question his sanity. He moves down now, kissing your neck again and shoving your shirt up to kiss your stomach and breasts over your bra, nimble fingers opening the apron you had laced around your hips earlier.
“Can I taste you, pretty girl?” He asks then and you think you nod, at least you want to nod, but your head is clouded and you feel like you’re about to pass out. When he moves to get the apron off of you, focussing on opening your pants next, you figure you did in the end.
Having you half naked in front of him makes Wonwoo feel like he has reached the gates of heaven. Your pants are on the floor and your chest is heaving, eyes glossy as you watch Wonwoo move to the floor, his tall body still reaching the top of the counter when he kneels in front of you. He moves his arms, wrapping them around your thighs and pulling you closer, his nose tapping against your sensitive core the next second. With a gasp, your hands reach for his head of hair, grounding yourself in it as you stare down at the way he eyes your pussy as if he had never seen anything more delicious in his life.
When he moves your panties to the side, his finger softly gliding over your folds, you feel yourself shiver once more. You let out another whimper, biting down on your lip that feels hot and a little bruised after the way Wonwoo had kissed you.
“God, I can’t even tell you how many nights I’ve dreamt of this moment.” He kisses the inside of your thighs, making you moan quietly, fingers coating themselves in your juices, ready to please you.
Watching him is messing with your head in the best way possible. The way he looks at you, so full of endearment and adoration. How he touches you as if you’d break if he touched you too vehemently. He lets his tongue glide over your skin, moving until it reaches your dripping cunt, licking over your lips, tasting you for the first time. The moan he lets out has you digging your nails into his scalp, mouth dropped as you continue to stare down, continue to watch Wonwoo, your archnemesis, begin to devour your pussy like a Michelin star dish.
He starts off slow, licking over your folds, not touching your clit even once. If he died right now, he’d be content. Tasting you, hearing your sounds when you’re aroused, him being the cause of it - it’s almost all of his dreams coming true. His fingers move, one of them circling your entrance, your whines growing louder by the second. You want his fingers inside of you, you need them inside of you. Wiggling your hips against him, Wonwoo chuckles at your antics and finally moves his finger, inch by inch sinking into your needy hole, your eyes squeezing shut as you clench around him.
“So, so eager, princess,” he mumbles against your pussy, another breathy laugh causing you to thrust forward, his finger now completely inside of you. And, fuck, do you feel wonderful. So much better than anything Wonwoo had experienced before, better than anything he could have imagined. Perhaps, he figures, it’s because it’s you.
Next thing you know, Wonwoo’s lips are around your clit, sucking it into his mouth, tongue flicking against it and leaving you to moan his name time and time again. Your hips move against him and he lets you, his cock straining against his pants in desperate need for attention. But not yet, he isn’t done with you. First, you’d have to come undone on his tongue and his fingers, first you had to scream his name as you experienced complete and utter satisfaction. Wonwoo does everything in his power for that to happen. He adds another finger and fucks you open, his long fingers meeting your sweet spot with every thrust as if he had studied your body for hundreds of hours. His tongue does the work of a god, his lips kiss you like you had never known you needed to be kissed, especially down there.
“D-Don’t stop! Oh, fuck, Wonwoo!” You cry out, your head thrown back as you focus on nothing but your pleasure, on how he feels on your pussy, how it all is too much and yet not enough. You think about what’s to come, about how he will fuck you next, will sink into you with his cock, will make you feel like you’re the most precious woman on this planet. Even more than he already does. Your high is nearing, it’s so close you can feel it right there in front of you, that tight knot in your stomach about to break free and give you one of the most intense orgasms of your life.
“Cum for me, baby. Fuck, I want you to cum on my tongue.” Wonwoo’s words are like magic, like a spell that he puts on you. A lewd whine escapes your throat and you do as he wishes, cumming all over his tongue and fingers, your juices drenching his face. He lets you ride out your orgasm on his face, anticipation filling him when he finally parts from you.
Immediately, you pull down to kiss him when he stands. Tasting yourself on his lips with your hands opening his apron and getting it off his tall frame with his help, you can’t wait to get even closer to him. You slip out of your panties with his lips steadily on yours, a faint sound in your ears when they hit the floor.
“Need you so bad, Wonwoo, please hurry,” you cry out and he laughs, kissing your neck and your cheek, his hands opening his belt, zipper and button, shoving his pants down only for you to gasp at the sheer size of his bulge. He grins, hands back on your face to make sure you’re looking at him.
“Naughty, aren’t you? My perfect, pretty slut,” he kisses your lips again and your eyes roll back, your pussy throbbing in want. And obviously he knows how much you want him - he wants you just the same. As he continues to kiss you, he moves to pull his briefs down, his hard erection springing free, angry tip red and smeared with pre, oh-so ready to sink into your warm embrace. You part from him, eyes now setting on his cock, your mouth watering at the sight.
“Fuck, you’re big,” you say, swallowing down the saliva pooling in your mouth. Wonwoo only grins wider, his big hands finding purchase on your hips as he leans down again.
“Beg a little for it, baby, and you might get it.” You shiver and bite down on your lip, your hands wandering over his still clothed torso and down to his cock, slowly wrapping your hand around it.
“Please, Wonwoo, please fuck me…,” is your whispered plead, and the man standing in between your legs groans against your neck, sucking yet another mark into your delicate skin before nodding and grabbing his cock out of your hand, lining it up perfectly with your entrance and slowly sinking in.
His forehead is leaned against yours when he bottoms out and his hands caress your head, coming to a stop on your nape.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he mumbles, kissing the tip of your nose and you smile, giving the tip of his nose a kiss back. Then, he parts from you and the look in his eyes changes from soft to dark. He does his first thrust, catching you off guard, a loud moan escaping you. Your hands grab onto his shoulders as he continues his thrusts, fucking you deep and hard, his eyes focused on your face that contours in absolute bliss. When he said you’re beautiful, he meant it.
He is holding onto your hips again, pulling you as close to him as he can, his hips chasing yours, his cock in the deepest bits of your pussy, your gummy walls squeezing him for his pleasure. There is nothing you can do besides begging him to go faster, begging him to not ever stop and crying his name when he leans down to suck on your hard nipple over your shirt.
“Wonwoo! Fuck!” You clench over and over again, stars dancing in front of your eyes accompanied by beautiful lights that slowly but surely turn into fireworks. With every thrust of his hips, you feel yourself coming closer to the edge again. You want him to fill you, want him to claim you as his, make you feel full of him and only him. Nails are digging into his shoulders, your head falling back against the kitchen cabinet, his groans and the beautiful sound of your name coming out of his mouth chasing you off the cliff and into the warm waters of yet another intense orgasm.
“Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop, oh- Wonwoo!” It’s done, you are done, your climax hitting you hard and making you gush all over his length that is still so deeply buried inside your sensitive cunt. Wonwoo moans, feeling your pussy clench around him, squeeze him, beg him to cum, to decorate you in his shades of white. And he wants to, god, there is nothing he had ever wanted more. His breathing becomes labored and he leans forward, engulfing you in yet another heated kiss, one arm wrapped around you, the other letting its hand rest on your cheek, thumb caressing your chin as his tongue flicks against yours over and over, mixed with his breathless moans.
When you squeeze him the next time, he erupts. He moans your name, hips becoming frantic as he shoots his load into you, spurts of white and hot cum filling your spent pussy, your and his combined releases dripping down your thighs even as he fucks his cum so, so deep into you.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he pants against your mouth, continuing to kiss you right after, riding out his orgasm and only stopping when you’re both completely out of breath.
It’s silent for a few moments, the only thing audible your almost synchronized breathing. Your hands are still on his shoulders, his hands are still on your waist and your cheek. His face is buried in the crook of your neck and he softly kisses your sweaty skin, nothing but pure happiness running through him at this point. He softly caresses your face as he leans back again, his eyes searching for yours.
“Y/N,” he then breathes, a small and maybe even shy smile playing on his lips.
“Wonwoo,” you sigh back, pulling him into a hug that he accepts with a laugh, both his arms now fully wrapped around your body. He’s still inside of you and only leaves you when you part from the hug, more of his release now dripping out of your core. He doesn’t ask whether you’re on birth control because for all he cares he would love to have you pregnant with his child. The thought alone makes his head spin.
“Well,” he begins, a smug smile on his face as he leans down to pick up your panties, “that definitely gives ‘cookies and cream’ a different meaning.”
You stare at him, slightly bewildered, for around three seconds before you burst into laughter, grabbing your underwear from him and jumping back onto your shaky feet.
“You’re horrible,” you say and shake your head and Wonwoo’s smile grows even wider.
“Maybe. But I promise you, sweetheart, I’ll never ever be horrible to you again.”
“Oh, we’ll see about that, Mr. Know-It-All,” you smile and give his cheek a peck that he reacts to by turning bright red.
It is in that exact moment you realize Wonwoo was never your archnemesis. Nor has he ever been as much of an ass as you had made him out to be. Jeon Wonwoo is nothing but a loser who’s been in love with you since the very first day you met him, and perhaps you had always known. Perhaps you finally let yourself realize right now, the moment after he had cum inside of you and still blushes like a little kid when you kiss his cheek, that the only reason you had chosen him to be your rival was to run away from how much you knew you’d fall for him if you didn’t.
“Come on, let’s do what we actually came here for.”
And for the rest of the day you and Wonwoo bake the cookies for the sale and talk about what your plans are for Valentine’s. To no surprise those plans immediately involve hanging out together. Maybe, you think, to give ‘cookies and cream’ that new meaning over and over again.
