#wonu keeps trying to be sweet

[imloyaltoscoups]

it's just a game | jeon wonwoo

Sitting on the barstool, you watch your boyfriend dance with the girl in the middle of the crowded club. The pulsating lights and thumping music create an atmosphere that’s electric, almost tangible. You can't help but smile, offering him a supportive "you're doing great, honey" look. It's all part of the game you two are playing, a lighthearted competition to see who can make the other jealous first. You both know the rules: whoever gets under the other's skin first, wins.

Wonwoo, ever the possessive one in your relationship, is at a disadvantage. He knows you're not the jealous type, yet he insists on playing. You take another sip of your cocktail, a mix of sweet and tangy flavors dancing on your tongue. You start to worry that his plan might backfire.

The girl dancing with Wonu moves closer, her movements becoming more sensual. She sways her hips in time with the music, her body undulating in a way that draws the eyes of everyone around. She slides her hands up her sides, then down again, accentuating her curves. She turns around, backing into him as she grinds against his body, her eyes locking onto his with a flirtatious spark.

You grimace, not out of jealousy, but out of genuine surprise at how forward she is. "Not bad," you mutter to yourself, lifting your glass in a mock salute. "Props to the girl." Your voice is low, only audible to yourself as you take another sip.

He catches your eye over the girl's shoulder, and you can see the faintest flicker of worry in his gaze. He knows this is a bold move, and he’s well aware of the risk he's taking. But instead of feeling threatened, you find it almost amusing. You can tell he’s trying hard to keep his cool, to maintain the upper hand in this game.

The girl continues her dance, turning back around to face him. She drapes her arms around his neck, leaning in close as if to whisper something in his ear. You watch with mild interest, still smiling, your expression a mixture of amusement and bemusement.

Wonwoo's eyes flicker to you again, and you give him a reassuring smile, as if to say, "You’ve got this, honey." He knows you well enough to recognize that look. It’s not one of jealousy or anger, but rather a playful reminder that you’re not so easily shaken.

You lean back on your stool, crossing your legs and taking another sip of your drink. The game is still on, and you’re confident that you have the upper hand. You can see the tension in Wonwoo’s posture, the way he’s trying to balance his focus between the girl in front of him and you.

The girl moves closer, her dance becoming more intimate. She presses her body against him, moving in a way that would make most people uncomfortable. But you just watch, your smile never wavering. You know that your boyfriend’s mind isn’t on her – it’s on you, and how you’re reacting.

As you finish your drink, you place the glass down with a decisive clink, smacking your lips together in satisfaction. You lock eyes with Wonwoo, a mischievous glint in your gaze, signaling that it's your turn to make a move. You see his jaw clench, the muscles tightening, as he braces himself for what you might do next.

He gently removes the girl's hands from around his neck and steps away, heading toward a nearby couch. The positioning is perfect—a guy you've noticed eyeing you all evening is sitting right in front of him.

With a confident pace, you walk over to the couch and gracefully perch yourself on the armrest, positioning yourself close to the guy who has been watching you. You give Wonu a quick, challenging glance before turning your attention to the new guy.

"Hi," you say, flashing a charming smile. "Having a good time?"

The guy, clearly flattered by your attention, responds eagerly. "Yeah, it's a great night. How about you?"

You engage in conversation, leaning in slightly to close the distance, making sure Wonwoo can see every move. You laugh at the guy's jokes, your hand lightly brushing his arm as you talk. The guy's eyes light up with interest, and he starts to mirror your body language, leaning closer and speaking more lively.

From the corner of your eye, you can see Wonwoo's reaction. His expression is carefully neutral, but you know him well enough to spot the subtle signs of his growing frustration. His fingers tap rhythmically against the arm of the couch, and his gaze flickers between you and the guy, assessing every detail.

As the guy's hand edges towards your waist, you exchange a knowing glance with Wonu. It's the moment you both anticipated, the tipping point in your playful game of jealousy. Without hesitation, he stands up, his expression firm as he addresses the intruder.

"Can I borrow her for a moment?" Wonwoo's request leaves no room for argument as he takes charge of the situation.

You shoot him a quick glance, a silent acknowledgment passing between you. The game is over, and you both know it. With a wry smile, you allow him to lead you away, his grip firm but gentle as he guides you through the crowd and out into the parking lot.

As you settle into the passenger seat of Wonwoo's car, the tension in the air is palpable. He opens the door for you with a silent gesture, and you slide inside, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken emotions. He takes his place in the driver's seat, his movements controlled but tense.

As the door closes with a solid thud, sealing you both inside the confined space of the car, you sense the anger radiating from him like a palpable force. His jaw is clenched, his features tight with frustration, and he leans back against the headrest, his expression clouded with unresolved emotions.

Before you can utter a word, he leans forward aggressively, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss. His mouth presses against yours with a demanding force, his tongue pushing past your lips almost painfully. The intensity of his kiss catches you off guard, and you feel a sharp pain as his teeth graze your lower lip, drawing blood.

His hand began to snakes under your dress, fingers tracing along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. Before he can go any further, you grab his hand, halting his movements.

"Wait," you breathe out, your voice barely above a whisper. "Not like this."

Wonwoo withdraws, his expression conflicted as he retreats to his seat. He knows he's crossed a line, and the guilt weighs heavily on him. With a frustrated growl, he sheds his jacket, tossing it carelessly onto the backseat.

You then started to remove your underwear, Wonu clicks his tongue in approval, interpreting it as a signal to proceed. He swiftly unbuckles his pants, lowering them along with his boxers until they pool around his knees. The anticipation crackles between you as you take the initiative, straddling him and guiding him inside you.

You sink down onto him, feeling the delicious stretch and fullness as he fills you completely. A gasp escapes your lips as you begin to ride him, your movements slow and deliberate at first, savoring every sensation. Clitoral pleasure pulses through you as you press against him, seeking maximum friction and locking eyes with him in a heated gaze.

You lean back slightly, adjusting the angle, and a sharp gasp tears from your throat as his cock rubs directly against your G-spot. Pleasure courses through your veins, igniting every nerve ending in your body.

Wonwoo's movements grow more forceful and demanding, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he thrusts upwards to meet your movements. He leans forward, his lips trailing a path of fiery kisses along your neck, leaving behind a trail of marks that make you shiver with desire.

"I hate this damn game," he growls, his voice laced with pent-up frustration. "I never should have started it."

As you tangle his hair around your fingers, he continues his assault on your neck, leaving behind a trail of passionate hickeys. His voice breaks through the haze of desire, filled with a raw intensity as he expresses his frustration at the thought of others coveting you.

"I hate how guys look at you," he murmurs, his lips now pressed against yours, "thinking they can have you." His words are punctuated by the fervent nibbling of your lip, a gesture of possessiveness that sends shivers down your spine.

With each kiss, you can sense the desperation in his touch, the urgency in his movements. He kisses you with a roughness that borders on primal, as if trying to brand you as his own, marking you as off-limits to anyone else.

As he moves your hips, thrusting them against him, you can feel the tension building, the anticipation reaching its peak. With each movement, you draw closer to the edge, the promise of release tantalizingly so close.

And then, it happens. With a shared gasp of ecstasy, you both reach the pinnacle of pleasure together. He clings to you tighter, wrapping you in his arms as if he never wants to let go. He wants to experience his orgasm together with you, to feel your release as his own.

You can feel his essence filling you up, mingling with your own release. As you catch your breath, you pull away from his embrace, a playful glint in your eyes as you tease him, "Is this the reward for winning?"

Wonwoo glares at you for a moment before relenting, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace. Despite his stern exterior, you can't help but secretly enjoy this side of him, the one that's fiercely possessive and protective of you.

"You're pretty dumb for suggesting a game you knew you wouldn't win in the first place," you quip, a mischievous smile playing on your lips.

He chuckles softly, playing with your hair as he suggests a new game. "How about we ignore each other for a day?" he proposes, a hint of challenge in his voice.

You playfully smack him on the chest, feigning offense. "Babe, that's not fair," you protest, though the idea does intrigue you.

With a smirk, you remove yourself from on top of him, allowing him to help you into the passenger seat and fasten your seatbelt. He fixes his pants, buckling them back up as he starts the engine.

"You know, if we played that game, I'm pretty sure I would lose," you admit with a laugh.

Wonwoo glances at you with a knowing smile. "I know you would lose," he says, his tone teasing yet affectionate. "That's why I proposed it."

....... ≿━━━༺WONWOO༻━━━≾ .......

[sleepyparalysisdmon]

SVT simping

Requested? Yes! 

Request: 'Can you do svt simping for you?'

Seungcheol

So obvious. At some point, he won’t even try to deny or hide it. Unabashedly into you and will say it to your face and anyone else’s, even if he flushes a little when he does. He pouts and sulks for literally everyone else, but it will be doubled with you. Really just wants all of your attention 24/7 even if he’s sometimes too proud to say so. Please simp back. 

Jeonghan

I’m sorry, but you will never catch him simping. He’s too smooth for that. It’s all smug looks and cool exteriors when he’s around you. But if only anyone knew that he has notifications on for all of your socials when you post. Or has set his phone to vibrate or ring differently when it’s you that reaches out to him so he’s sure not to miss it. Or knows your phone number by heart in case something ever happens to his phone and he loses it. Will firmly deny any of these simping allegations if they’re brought to his attention. 

Joshua

Have you ever opened a door for yourself? Or pulled your own chair out? Or buckled your own seatbelt? I know, I know, he’s truly just a gentleman, but he works overtime on it when it comes to you. I don’t think anyone can even make fun of him for it because he wouldn’t pay attention to any teasing anyway. He’s way too busy seeing what you need next. 

Jun

Does not hear anyone else when you’re talking in a conversation. In fact, gets a little irritated if someone else is talking too long and keeping him from hearing your voice. Will absolutely not be subtle when he turns to you and goes, “oh well, anyway, what were you saying?” Just to make it your turn again. 

Hoshi

The opposite of Jun. Sometimes does not hear a word you say. His eyes glaze over, too busy looking at your features. He really, really tries sometimes to listen, but if he gets distracted a lot of the noise is muffled by his own internal screaming of ‘what do you mean they’re talking to me?? What do you mean they’re mine???’ Down bad. 

Wonwoo

Ooo talk about preferential treatment. I have this image that Mingyu could ask him to go do something with him and he’ll flat out say no, but five minutes later you ask him to do the very same thing and he’ll get a little heart-eyed and say sure. Makes Mingyu’s head explode and the whole group chat will know just how down bad Wonu is, but he’s totally unfazed by it. 

Woozi

No one will ever know if it’s in a public facet. Super private about it, but in said private setting, someone might witness him babying you and waiting on you, calling you sweet nicknames, all with a super cheesy smile. It really warms his group members hearts if they ever see it so they’ll never say anything bad about it. Plus, they’re scared of him so…

DK

There was never any doubt that he was a simp. Might as well tell you, ‘I’m a simp’. Glued to your side and hooked on your every word. If his group members, or even you, say something about it, he’ll smile and nod, going ‘uh huh. What about it?’ Permanent heart eyes. 

Mingyu

Might try to be strong, but will fail miserably. Might try to deny the simping allegations from his group members and might even pout about it, because he is not a simp!!! But then you call or come up to him and say ‘Mingyu, can you help me with this?’ And he’s flying out of his seat. Really, all you have to do is need him and he’s folding, accepting any teasing that is most certainly coming his way. 

Minghao

Another subtle one, but it’s still definitely there. It’s in how he chooses to spend his free time with you instead of by himself or with his group members and other friends. But the dead giveaway is how he looks at you when you talk. You know how Jeonghan might get a little gaslighty sometimes? Minghao will definitely take a page out of his book, saying ‘I have no idea what you’re talking about, it’s rude to not look at someone when they talk.’ Super soft about you and tries to be super secretive about it. 

Seungkwan

It is so obvious with how he lets you get away with anything. Did something embarrassing? He will eventually let you live it down. Call him when he is busy? Acts irritated and is far from it. You cheat at a game with Jeonghan? He’s not even that mad because you look happy to have won, albeit unfairly. The members will call him out for it sometimes and he’ll turn his wrath to them instead. They will never get away with anything if they directly address his simping behavior. 

Vernon

Now I think he might like a pretty significant amount of alone time. So it’s a huge sign for his group members when he spends most of that time usually reserved for alone time with you instead. It’s the days off that he’ll spend sun up to sun down with you doing whatever. Or the late night phone calls that last hours while he wears a bit of a dopey smile. If his group members call him a simp, he’ll shrug and say okay. Totally unbothered to be that. 

Chan

Totally obvious by how he never lets you breathe. Constantly drowning you in physical affection and compliments. Will look a little faint if you ever seem shy about any of this, but especially if you dish it out as well. I know I said this earlier, but please simp back. It would annoy his group members so much!!!

[sillyuin]

hi <3! was wondering if i can get svt reaction to yn being completely oblivious to them flirting with her? subtle things like while she’s just ranting about her day they’d move closer to her and she’d absentmindedly put her hand on their chest to push them away still running her mouth, just completely unaware of what’s happening. and even the most obvious things like compliments or physical touch, yn is blind to it and it’s so frustrating to them

so yeah, hope you see this! ❤️

Hi! I'm sorry for being so late 😭 i've been very busy with job and housework, but it's finally here.

Svt reacts: Flirting vs clueless s/o. Who will win?

Yuin's note: barely proofread. I'ts 1 am and I'm tired.

Seungcheol. Staring at your face.

I mean, he likes to just stare at you as if he's watching the prettiest person in the world, but when Seungcheol wants to be especially flirty, he stares at you fondly and smiling with the whole intention to make your heart skip a beat, he even glances at your lips, as if he were trying to say something. Most of the time that's enough to make you really, really shy but when is not... Geez, he has to breathe in and ends up pouting a little (Probably one or two pecks will make him feel better).

Jeonghan. Teasing.

Is like his default love language, making harmless jokes to see you flustered all over him is just so fun to watch. But, is he really just trying to be a teaser, or is there something else behind? "I took the chair, but you can sit on my lap" he said one day, sitting at your desktop, with the most mischievous smile possible. But you didn't fall for his charm and as you kept your annoyed face, he stood up and sighed "Okay, all yours". And you better be ready because he's not forgetting so easy, and will keep teasing you just a little (yeah, a little) more than usual.

Joshua. Back hugging.

When Joshua wants your attention only and only for him, he goes where you are to hug you from the back, resting his chin on your shoulders and crossing his arms around your waist. Oh, he loves it so much is so tender, but he gets lowkey hurt when you don't react in any way because, how come you don't realize his intentions? Is really doing the dishes way more important than his warm hugs? Now, this is personal and Joshua won’t let you go, take it as a punishment for being so clueless (reward or punishment?).

Jun. Tickles.

For him, tickles is the perfect excuse to be closer to you. It's so obvious that hurts lol. Most of the time you melt in his touch, and you both end up laughing and sharing some kisses, but sometimes you're minding your business, too busy to realize that Jun wants to get your attention. Better get ready because you'll have a pouty little cat going around the apartment, and will NOT forget your offense unless you give him extra cuddles before bed.

Hoshi. Random "facts".

At the least appropriate time, he would come to find you. "Did you know that there is a minimum number of kisses that a person should receive per day to be healthy?" he says with a very serious expression on his face. And there you are, standing in the middle of the living room while you're brushing your teeth; your soulless expression says all. Hoshi turns around and pretends nothing happened, but in his mind, he's sitting in the corner staring at the walls.

Wonwoo. Making compliments out of nowhere.

He likes to pour you with sweet words, like how much he appreciates your homemade food, or that you did it great at work. From time to time, he thinks is fun to be a little sassy and his praises are very, very intentional. “New gloss?” he says, grinning at you “It looks good” and for some frigging reason you just start talking about how you got it? Babe, Wonu doesn’t care that much that you bought it because your favorite gloss wasn’t on stock, but now he feels a little shy to speak and just lets you tell the whole story.

Woozi. Playing with your hair.

When it comes to be openly flirty, Woozi tends to be a little coy. You rarely notice it since it's very common for him to be around you, caressing your hair and playing with the strands in complete silence. So when you get distracted he places a strand behind your ear, exposing your neck. But when he's so close to place a kiss, you jump like a scared kitten. "No! It tickles!" Woozi looks down, defeated, as you move away. "Sorry, be right back" and he locks himself in his room for the next hour.

Minghao. Holding your hand.

He thinks your hands are more than just pretty. Hao likes to take one of them when you're sitting by his side, scrolling on your phone or watching TV. He's so subtle that most of the times you don't feel how he traces your hand with his fingers and when you realize, it’s because your hands are intertwined and he’s holding his laughter. “How low you’ve been like this?” but Minghao just giggles. You end up doing the same and then resume your activity, letting him laughing low in embarrassment and biting his lips as a sign of frustration.

Mingyu. Resting on your lap.

He's very straightforward when it comes to flirting with you. Mingyu likes to wait patiently for you to sit on the couch or the bed and then he goes, at first making some (pretty obvious) questions "What are you doing?" "Is that a new book?" and as you're talking, his hands rest on your thigh, gently stroking your skin with his thumb, but you're so immerse in the topic and he goes completely unnoticed... And before you even notice, there's a flustered Mingyu resting his head on your lap, tracing small circles on your thigh as if he had been punished.

Dokyeom. Taking photos.

He already has a folder with your name and an unhealthy number of photos; Seokmin just never gets tired, you're so used to it that most of the time don't realize that he's actually trying to hit on you. "Just let me take a picture, you look so beautiful today!" And after giving him an awkward smile, you're getting back to your stuff.  Seokmin is a bit disappointed but with a bunch of new photos of his precious person, so is not that bad (at least is what he says to himself trying to not lose his mind).

Seungkwan. Scolding.

I know, it may sound like a bit harsh but when he's scolding you, Seungkwan tries to make it as tender as possible, it doesn't feel like scolding and actually, he uses this as a cheap excuse to be extra lovely. "Don't sleep too late, you're getting dark circles" he says in a soft voice while caressing your checks "you're too pretty for that, don't you think?". He waits for you to take the bait and when you laugh on him, saying that he's being a little dramatic, Seungkwan doesn't hide his disappointment. "Okay, keep watching your series" he says getting up from the couch "but don't you dare to complain later!"

Vernon. Placing his arm on your shoulders.

A classic that never dies and his favorite, Vernon likes to do it all the time: when watching movies, chatting, watching videos together; is a like a very subtle invitation to get closer to him, and somehow, most of the time you’re just minding your business and leave him waiting for you to notice. And yeah, he’s very patient, but everything has a limit. "Come here, babe" then he places his hand on your shoulder and brings you closer to his chest. And don't you dare to move, because there's no way he let you go now.

Dino. Calling your name.

Usually, he calls you by pet names or your name in diminutive, reserving the use of your name for special occasions. However, it doesn't always end the way he expected. “Did I do something wrong?” you ask him just after he called you by your name, and when Chan sees your big doe eyes, his smile fades. “Is just that… I feel like you’re mad at me”. At this point his intentions doesn’t matter anymore, he just hugs you and tries not cry in his disappointment.

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

Hey so Wonu overstimulating you, and Mingyu watching because he wants to know why you're so loud, and he needs proof.

tw: dom!wonwoo, sub!reader (fem), voyeur!mingyu, male masturbation, use of sex toys, praise, squirting, overstimulation, possessiveness - minors dni.

You don't know if you want to crawl into a hole and disappear from the face of earth or devote a statue for your boyfriend's sake. Maybe you don't even have the necessary functional brain cells at the moment to actually decide.

All you know is that you want Wonwoo to throw away that damn magic wand and rearrange your guts in front of his hot best friend.

"I almost feel sorry for her, she hasn't stopped moaning ever since you started." Mingyu grunts as he watches your legs shake again, his own hand occupied on his thick cock.

"You were the one who wanted to know why she's so loud." Wonwoo refreshes his friend's memory and moves the wand closer to your entrance.

"Wish I was the reason she's so damn loud." Mingyu throws his head back on the chair, his fingers spreading his precum over his shaft.

"One more word about this and I'm kicking you out." The older man grits his teeth and presses the toy closer on your pussy.

"F-Fuck, Won- I'm gonna cum!" You cry out and squirt on the fabric of your panties, some of your juices dripping on your boyfriend's lap.

"Loud and messy." Mingyu hisses while rubbing the tip of his cock.

"And mine. Do not forget that, Gyu." Wonwoo looks directly at the other man, his free hand rubbing your inner thigh.

"W-Wonu-" You sob between moans, your hands holding his wrists in a futile attempt to stop him. "I c-can't take it anymore."

"Don't be like that, sweetheart." He presses a kiss on your cheek and lets his hand roam over your white now turned translucent panties, gathering some of your cum with his fingers. "I know your pussy can give me one more, hm? One more and I'll give you anything you want."

"P-Promise?"

"Anything for you, pretty girl."

You part your legs again and let him put the wand directly over your clit and he turns it on the max setting, keeping it there until your legs start shaking again.

The cotton barrier separating the toy from your clit adds on the pleasure, the fabric clinging on your pussy like second skin and showcasing every ridge and curve of it.

"God, I can see her clenching even with her panties on." Mingyu moans and speeds up his fist, bringing himself closer to his climax.

"Are you close, sweetheart? Are you gonna cum with pretty boy over there?" Wonwoo asks you with a sickeningly sweet voice and you nod furiously.

"Words, darling."

"Fuck, I'm cumming, Won, I'm gonna squirt!" You yell and arch your back off his chest, squirting harder this time, toes curling and nails digging on his thighs.

Your senses are overwhelmed from the intensity of your climax, completely missing the ropes of cum splattering on Mingyu's abdomen, adding white streaks on the golden of his skin.

Wonwoo lets out a low grunt of satisfaction when you rest on his body, nearly passing out from exhaustion. He turns off the toy, softly petting your hair.

He gently lifts you in his arms, trying his best to carry you to the bathroom for a thorough cleanup.

"Hey, what about me!?" Mingyu whines breathlessly.

"What about you?" Wonwoo asks nonchalantly.

"Don't I get a cleanup sesh?"

"You have legs that can carry you to the bathroom." The older man deadpans and Mingyu huffs dramatically, looking down on the mess he made all over his torso.

"Motherfucker."

[slytherinshua]

APPLES AND PEARS

genre. fluff. secret relationship. farmer au lmao?? warnings. rivalry between families. having to hide a relationship because of bad blood. not proofread. pairing. sion x fem!reader. wc. 2.4k. request. no. a/n. yes this is based on that one couple in my little pony.... fight me they were cute AND IT WAS A CUTE IDEA. also got the idea from @sleepy-wonus's nct wish x mlp moodboard series and sion's mb. divider by @/pommecita.

The rivalry between your family’s pear orchard and the Oh family’s apple orchard went back too far to even count. Generations of tradition went into the planting, pruning, harvesting, and selling of your pears, and you took great pride in it, much like the rest of your family. You would never get tired of the smell of sweet pears, or the process of baking the fresh fruit into pastries. 

Despite how much you liked it, you often found it overwhelming. Your parents had a few strict rules which you had to follow since you were little. There were only two of them, but you had always found them extremely hard to stick to. 

The first rule was to never eat pears from the trees. You were only allowed to have them once they had been sorted through and separated by quality. When you were younger, you despised this one the most. You absolutely loved pears no matter how many you ate. Not being able to pick them fresh off the tree to enjoy was torture.

The second rule was to never talk to the Oh family, and to never cross the property line on the west side of the farm. Around 50 acres of trees grew on your family’s property. When you were younger, you were simply never allowed to travel to the far west side. This only piqued your curiosity about the rivalled apple orchard. 

Your parents always told you that the Oh family were terrible people who had wrongly scammed your family and stolen your precious land (and loyal customers). You wholeheartedly believed them when you were younger and held the same contempt as they did for the ‘apple family’. But were they really as bad as your family insisted?

“Sion! You’re not allowed to climb the tree!” You whisper-shouted in panic, a basket of pears in your hand which you quickly dropped to the ground, “You’re out in the open again! I’m gonna get in trouble.” You whined, running up to the base of the tree and staring up at the boy. He gave you a mischievous smile. 

“If they come around, I’ll hop down and pretend like I was picking apples this entire time.” He grinned, glancing back at the property line where you saw an empty basket he had abandoned. 

Oh Sion. The oldest son of the Oh family, who you first met when you were 14, and soon found out was exactly your age. Who could blame you for being curious about him? You barely saw anyone outside of your family, much less a boy, that too from the one family you were never supposed to talk to. All the rivalry, competition, and loathing that you were supposed to hold for him disappeared as soon as you saw his face.

Now, a few years later, you and him were still keeping up the delicate act of hiding yourselves whenever you met up. Your parents would have a heart attack if they knew you had been talking to him, much less kissing him. (He was an excellent kisser, though). 

“Your bosc pears are sweeter this year.” He commented, pointing at the fruit hanging from the branch he was sitting on. You could tell he was fishing for compliments— trying to impress you with his knowledge on the fruit.

“Don’t start acting like a pear expert just because you can finally tell the difference. You didn’t even know there were different types before I told you.” You rolled your eyes, “Get down from the tree. You’re putting stress on the branch.” 

“Only if you give me a kiss.” Sion said gleefully, hopping down to the ground in one smooth motion. 

You stepped forward, caging him in against the tree with one hand, “You want a kiss in return for trespassing on my property?” You raised an eyebrow, amused at his antics.

His eyes twinkled, “Are you going to give it to me or not? I don’t have all day.” His hand slipped to your waist, waiting for you to make the move. You leaned in, eyes fluttering shut. Just as your lips touched his and you were met with the sweet taste of apple and cinnamon, you heard a voice drawing nearer. 

You both pulled apart on instinct, and Sion slipped behind the tree and back across the property line without another word. You lamented over the unfortunate timing for a moment before picking up your basket and facing your aunt who had come to ask for your help with the pear butter.

After finishing up the batch of pear butter and peeling and cutting a few baskets of pears, you were finally sent on harvesting duty again. You snuck back to the same tree, hoping that Sion would still be picking apples nearby. It was easy to spot the head of dirty blond against the trees bearing sweet gala apples. 

“No worms got in this year, I hope?” You teased, stepping over the line into the apple orchard. Sion tossed you an apple from the branch.

“See for yourself.”

You smiled, taking a seat on the grass as you watched him work. He was tall, and able to reach the fruit easily. Although he was also lazy, opting to bend the branches down to reach instead of getting a ladder. You bit into the apple, a pleased smile on your face whenever you had the opportunity to break a rule. Sion watched you with a smirk as well, the sentiment shared.

He had been brought up similarly, although not quite as harsh as your parents. Rather than seeing your family as having wronged his, you were painted as lesser and therefore not worth his time. Apples always sold more than pears— the proof was in the fruit, as Sion’s mother said. Sion had always liked pears himself. 

“You owe me for earlier.” He said as he plucked the last apple from the branch. 

“I’m ready to pay up.” You smiled, beckoning him over next to you.

“Good. Because I was feeling a bit cheated.” He plopped down on the ground beside you, shuffling next to you until your knees were touching. You cupped his cheek and drew his face to yours, sighing happily when there were no interruptions to your kiss. 

There were always unanswered questions that came with your relationship with Sion. The simple fact that neither of your parents would ever accept the other often made thinking of the future impossible. So, you lived in the present. You enjoyed every day you saw Sion, and took every opportunity you could to talk to him, hold him, kiss him. You loved him wholeheartedly. 

He pressed his lips harder against yours, deepening the kiss. The taste of the apple you had just eaten on your tongue made him pull apart to giggle. You tasted like him, and it made his chest feel warm.

“I have the fall fair for a week, you know. I won’t be able to see you.” He mumbled, catching his breath.

“Don’t remind me.” You shushed him of the thought with your lips finding his again, desperately getting your fill of the feeling before you would inevitably be deprived of it again. 

As much as he would’ve liked to stay kissing you for the rest of the day, preparations for the fair separated you two once again. You only had time to give him a couple pears to stash away for the trip before he left. He was busy for the rest of the day, preparing recipes and packaging hundreds of apples into boxes. By the time evening came, he had already left on the long drive to town.

You hated when Sion was away. There were many tasks you could do to keep yourself busy, but your small breaks to talk to him at the edge of the farm kept you motivated unlike anything else. Seeing the empty apple orchard only made you miss him more; so you tried to stay inside the house as much as possible.

Your grandma was working on new quilts for the winter. Most of the fabric had patterns of pears or leaves on them, but you found a random stash of apple related ones as well. Deciding to take up your own sewing project, you started to make a small quilt for Sion (although you told your mother it was just a personal project). 

The days had never gone slower. Although it was peak pear season and the orchard was doing better than ever, you were starting to get sick of pears. When Sion wasn’t there, you quickly grew tired of having to be surrounded by them all the time. They weren’t a source of your pride anymore if everyone else around you already shared it with you.

Two days before he was supposed to return, you found yourself walking over to the property line again. It was evening and the chance of any of your family seeing you by the westside trees that had already been picked was low. You didn’t even try to hide your intention as you crossed over the line, looking for a fresh apple to pick. You just missed him that bad.

“Missed me that much, huh?” 

You startled from the sound of his voice, dropping the apple you had just plucked from the tree out of shock. You turned around and there he was. His face was obscured from the night darkness, but you didn’t even need to see his face to know he was wearing his signature grin. 

You ran into his arms, the feeling of him squeezing you tightly suggesting that he missed you even more than you did. He smelled slightly like pears, and it brought a small smile to your face. 

“Why are you back so early? Did I not give you enough pears to keep you away?” You pulled back from the hug, pushing back some of his hair to better see his face. He was so pretty.

“I ran out by the third day. You should’ve given me a better stock.” He complained. “My parents sent me to catch the honeycrisp harvest on the best day. The timing didn’t work out too well this year, so I volunteered to go back by myself.” He told you, “And maybe I also wanted some more pears.” The whispered afterthought made you giggle. 

For the first time ever, you slipped onto the Oh’s orchard without any fear. You found Sion sitting on the porch, peeling apples by hand with a small knife. He didn’t notice you at first, partly because he was so focused on his task, and partly because you had never dared to come this far onto his family’s farm before. 

“What are you making with those?” You asked as you took a seat beside him.

“Apple sauce. We like to slow cook them for a couple hours, but not too long otherwise it’ll turn out too watery. Never overnight.” He grinned, reaching over to a basket and handing you a knife. “Since you’re here, you might as well help.” 

“I feel like I’m cheating on at least 10 generations of my family.” You commented as you grabbed a fresh apple from the pail at his feet and started peeling away the skin. 

You were a bit clumsy with the knife on the apple. They were much bigger than your pears, not to mention a completely different shape. You definitely didn’t have as much skill in the area as Sion. He finished peeling three apples in the time it took you to just do one. His peels dropped into the compost bucket in one clean long spiral, while yours were scrappy and broken. 

“Hold it like this.” Sion said softly, adjusting your hands so that you steadied the apple with your thumb and cut towards it. You watched him demonstrate how to peel it the best, starting from the top of the apple and finishing at the bottom without breaking the peel once. It was perfectly thin without catching any of the fruit on it. You had to admit that watching him do it so perfectly was hot.

With his guidance, you saw better results immediately, although you would never accomplish his level of over 15 years with just 1 afternoon of practice. Once the apples were peeled, you started to core and cut them into medium sized chunks. You had much more success with it, as you were more used to coring pears. 

Cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves went into the pot as seasoning for the fruit. The smell of fall enveloped your senses with sweet and spicy scents. Maybe it was because the same notes were always what Sion lips tasted like, or maybe it was your growing love for any recipe that included apples in it, but you were obsessed with the smell. 

“I should hire you on the farm. Who knew the pear girl would be so good with apples?” Sion teased you once you were done, taking a walk around the orchard together to check on the state of the trees.

“If only our family’s didn’t hate each other.” You mused, letting a sigh leave your lips. You finally had a taste of what it would be like to not have to hide. You knew you would always enjoy any time you spent with Sion, but you didn’t expect to enjoy it as much as you did. 

“It’s a shame. Apples and pears aren’t even that different. They’re better together, in fact.” Sion commented, nudging you with his elbow. You laughed at his hidden meaning, linking your fingers together with his as you neared the pear side of the farm.

“See you tomorrow?” You asked, stepping over the line, Sion still standing on his side. You toyed with his fingers, delaying when you would actually have to say goodbye.

“You know where to find me.” He smiled, letting you decide when to finally let go of his hands. 

Like always, saying goodbye was the worst part of the day, for both you and Sion. Being so close to you, yet so separated left a sour taste in Sion’s mouth. He so badly wished he could spend every moment with you, or even help around your family’s farm as well. He was more likely to get a pear to his face than even the slightest chance of your family accepting him. So, he cut his losses when he had to. He still felt grateful for what he had.

He had you. Sion was hopelessly in love with you, a feeling that you shared without hesitance. And that itself was enough for both of you. 

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[miaoua3]

hii !! i'd like to request for "sitting in between wonu's thighs while he stimulates ur clit as u lay back on his chest" thank you <3

hii! sure, i hope you enjoy this!

Wonwoo, The Menace

Pairing: bf! wonwoo x f! reader

Genre: smut….just…smut

Description: wonwoo gets in one of his moods again, you end up being on the receiving end of it (not that you complain (well kind of))

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so, here’s the thing. wonwoo, your beautiful and sweet boyfriend, was usually nothing more than perfect, always so sweet and caring to you. on any other day, you would describe him as nothing more than as an angel.

on any other day. but not today.

see, wonwoo sometimes gets into these…moods, where without any explanation whatsoever decides to make it mission to make you suffer (well not really but also kind of).

and he usually decides to do it by teasing you for hours to no end with the help of your little pink vibrator.

about an hour ago, wonwoo randomly pulled you with him to your bedroom, kissing you like he hasn’t tasted you in years, hands groping your ass and tits like his life depended on it.

gradually, his pace slowed down, the closer you two got to the bed. once the back of his knees hit the bed, he broke off the kiss in order to slowly lower himself down on it, keeping up with the eye contact, as well as letting his hands slowly slide down from your back all the way down to your thighs.

and his eyes? if eyes could talk his would say “i am going to have so much fun with making you scream and moan my name all night long."

the thought sent shivers down your spine.

ever so slowly, he moved himself so he was sitting in the middle of the bed with his back against the board of it.

with dark eyes looking at you, he patted one of his thick thighs that were now spread.

“strip and sit.”

that was an hour ago. an hour of agonising pleasure and hundreds of tears rolling down your cheeks, your hands holding onto his arms tightly, his dirty mouth whispering profanities and encouraging words all in the same breath in your ear from behind.

you have already orgasmed two times already, simply from him holding the little vibrator to your clit while his other indecisive hand restlessly went from playing with your nipples to playing with the entrance of your pussy.

something about the whole thing- him being fully clothed while you were completely naked, letting yourself be at his mercy, following all of his instructions to the t, him going from “oh, you want my fingers? does my little princess want my fingers inside her hungry little pussy? hm? beg for it then.” to “such a good girl, keeping her hands to herself. cum for me, make a mess for me.” all in the same breath.

something about everything was so hot to you, which made your pleasure increase by the suspense of hopefully finally having him fuck you.

wonwoo was currently working on the orgasm number 3 from you, his lips brushing your ear as he’s whispering naughty words into it, his hand gently resting against the base of your neck while his other hand is holding the little toy to your clit.

you can feel your legs shaking against his own, you can also feel your hands holding onto his wrists tightly, as well as the tears continuously falling from your eyes and sobs mixed with moans break out of you.

you can feel all this, and yet your mind is thousand of miles away, floating away from you that you’re not entirely aware of all your actions. the only thing that you can focus on is wonwoo’s firm chest against your back and the pleasure his hand is currently bringing to you.

trying to stop your legs from shaking so much, wonwoo reaches with his free hand to hold your thigh in place. focusing on his veiny hand squeezing your leg, you hear your lover murmur "fuck, you're shaking so much-does it feel good? hm? is my baby feeling so good that she can't control herself? fuck it- i want you to cum on my fingers" he decides on quickly.

turning the vibrator off, he throws it to the side before he starts rubbing your clit with the two of his fingers quickly, his mouth nibbling and sucking on the skin of your neck as you rapidly approach your end.

before you can even warn him, you feel yourself cumming, your moans filling the otherwise quiet room. you seemingly black out due to the immense pleasure, so much so that you aren't even aware that you just squirted all over your bedsheets.

with your head resting against wonwoo's chest, it takes you a few moments to come back to yourself. it is only then that you notice both the wetness of the sheets beneath you, as well as how quiet your boyfriend has gone, you slowly turn your head upwards to him, your cheeks burning in embarrassment.

wonwoo's eyes are solely focused on your quivering legs and the wetness of the sheets, his pupils fully blown, making them look almost black.

unconsciously, you tighten the hold of your hand on his arm that wrapped itself around your chest as you were orgasming to keep you in place.

finally breaking out of his trance at your movement, he slowly moves his focus from between your legs to your eyes. in a blink of an eye, his hand moves from resting on your chest to grasping your jaw, tilting your head more to the back before he kisses you, his tongue entering your mouth with no manners at all, battling for its dominance against your own.

breaking the kiss briefly, he utters "fuck, that was so hot." before going back to kissing you again, only to interrupt himself again. "need you to do that again, around my cock."

gasping, you ask him "again?"

he pecks your lips gently once, twice, before he looks at you with lustful eyes.

"what, you didn't think i was done with you baby, did you?"

and the little sinister smirk told you that

he wasn't going to let you out of his arms the entire night.

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hope this is okay, i know it’s a bit short but that’s because i have 16 MORE REQUESTS TO ANSWER BLODDY HELL and also because i wrote this with shaky hands due to drinking coffee first thing in the morning😭 anyway love ya🫶

[luvh4nji]

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐏-𝐇𝐎𝐏 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓 + 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆

warnings; MINORS DNI, afab!reader, cheol's refers to reader as a girl, a little dacryphilia as a treat, regular smut stuff, but fluff somewhat also !

seungcheol ; it makes him so soft, especially if you come to him, asking if you can sit on his dick while he works :( he'd get all soft and wave you over, pushing his pants 'n boxers down just enough for you get on his lap. he's definitely the type to rub your back while you lay on him, pressing kisses to the side of your head. "such a sweet girl for me." he'd mutter, bringing his other hand to ruffle your hair <3

wonwoo ; he's so mean <3 wonu's the type to make you beg for him, keeping you sat on his lap 'til your eyes are all wet and your crying in his neck. "what do you want, baby? gotta tell me what you need, huh?" and when you whine for him, nuzzling your face into his neck, lips brushing over his pulse point, trying to roll your hips against his, he'd just plant his big hands on your waist, stilling the movement. "c'mon, kitty, use your words."

mingyu ; oh, he hates it. why would you make him do this? poor boy just does not understand why he can be in you but not do anything. he'd definitely try it though, especially if it's something you wanted to do :( but he'd make it all over five minutes before he's pushing your face into the pillows, fingers leaving little bruises on your waist, and pounding you into the mattress, whispering apologies the whole time :(

vernon ; it makes him sleepy :( he loves to have you curled up next to him, his dick deep inside you, keeping him warm :( definitely the type to press kisses to the back of your neck, letting his lips just barely ghost over your skin and smiles when he feels goosebumps raise in his wake. honestly, he just likes the intimacy of it, he loves feeling close to you and, to him, this is as close as he can get.

[whoreforwonwoo]

WONWOOO I NEED WONWWOOO

Hahhaha nè u.

MDNI

Wonu spanking.

His hand comes down hard in your ass and you yelp. It wasn't your fault your ass was so sensitive. You cry out loudly as he continues the spanks on your ass. "Should've thought before disobeying me huh" His voice cold as ice. You squirm hard and beg him to stop. "S-sir....pls...I.-I....c-c-cant...it..hurts.." You cry out loudly. He stops and runs a hand through your hair and coos. "Sweetheart....shhh...it's ok...take these spankings...and I'll reward you....hmmm". His voice gentler and warm now. You cry but decide to stay silent for the time being. He spanks you again. And again. And again. Until your ass possibly couldn't take it anymore. You were at your limit. Your ass sore red and raw. You sob and scream kicking your legs. He clicks his tongue in annoyance. "Enough....be still" he growled out. "Noo...I cant" You sobbed hard. He spanks you hard and raises his brow. "You can't? You can and you will Sweetheart. Understand!" He pinches the flesh of your ass and you scream. He continues the spanks and you just lay there limp. Knowing staying still would be better than fighting and getting from you punishment. After what felt like ages to you. He stops and rubs your ass. "Shhh...my baby was such a good girl..." he praises in a sweet and calm voice. He spreads your legs and touches your wet cunt. He chuckles darkly at the wetness and says. "MY gosh...you're soaked baby...". You cry out in the sensitivity. He rubs small hard circles on your clit and even pinches it harshly. You scream out at the over stimulation and squirm. But he puts a leg over yours and traps you underneath him. He then puts 2 fingers inside your warm wet hole and starts thrusting in and out in a fast and unforgiving pace. You sob and reach behind to hold his wrist sobbing for him to slow down. He grabs your wrist and pins it behind youur back. He fastens his pace and he curls his fingers inside you. You clutch the bedsheets tightly with your free hand and look back. He continues to torture your cunt and smirks at you. "You gon' cum?" He asked, his voice deep and cold. You sob and stutter out a "Yes sir." To which he chuckles darkly. He rubs the inside of you harshly and you cry out and clench around him tightly. His thumb rubs hard and fast circles on your clit and you come. You sob out loudly as you came. He chuckles again and takes his fingers out and clicks his tongue. "Such a nasty girl...." he comments and his fingers move down to rub your sensitive and throbbing clit again. You cry and beg him to stop. "Sir...no...pls...it's...it hurts...I cant...pls" he doesn't and keeps rubbing fast circles on your clit. You sob and scream. Your body shakes violently. You were completely at his mercy. You couldn't do anything but take everything he was giving you. His fingers again go inside your swollen hole and you shriek. He picks up his pace and brutally rubs you g-spot. "NO MORE...PLS...STOP". You scream out. Choking on tears and spit. You felt yourself getting closer and closer. Your legs desperately try to close, but he keeps it open and keeps torturing your pussy. Your legs shook uncontrollably as your 2nd orgasm takes over you and you come so hard you see white. After you get down from your high, your body goes completely limp against him. He runs a hand through your hair and pulls you up in a sitting position on his lap. He kisses your forehead softly and hugs you tightly. "Shhh...it's done...you're OK...I've gotcha" he whispers in your ear. You sob in his arm, your body shaking and trembling. He rocks you back and forth in his arms. He takes a can of energy drink, tilts your head up by your chin and puts the can to your mouth and tells you drink. You clutch his shirt and slowly gulp down the drink. He took the can away and kissed your lips. "Will you ever disobey me again?"........

[mountainficss]

HHHIII .. any thoughts abt brat tamer wonwoo ??? HEHEHE HES SO AHDJWK I love him😭😭😭😭🙁🙁

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!! mentions of: brat tamer!wonwoo, manhandling, fingering

HIII BABE I MISSED U 🩶🩶🩶

i see wonwoo as someone who would be very patient, so it would take a lot of pushing to get him to finally snap. lots of teasing throughout the day for sure. you’d wear revealing clothing when you go out with him, low cut shirts and cute little skirts to show off your form. you’d cling to his arm as you walk together, pressing your chest against him and batting your pretty eyelashes. you’d give him the most innocent smile despite knowing that he can see right down your shirt. he’d huff and rip his eyes away from your cleavage, trying his best to keep his urges under control.

you’d constantly bend over or show off by giving him a little twirl, your short skirt giving him a glimpse of your ass every time you moved too much. “wonwoo, do you like it?” you’d grin, grabbing the sides of your skirt and spreading the fabric to show him how pretty it is. he’d swallow, clenching his jaw as he nods slightly. you knew you were pissing him off, so you’d just continue to fuel the fire.

once you get home you’d change clothes in front of him, stripping off your cute outfit leisurely just to tease him. you’d take your sweet time peeling off everything but your panties, slipping on a robe and tying it loosely so skin is still exposed. seeing you undress like that would be his breaking point, roughly grabbing you from behind and pulling you back against his chest. he’d reach around and untie your robe, letting it fall to the ground and pool at your feet. he’d pick you up and toss you on the bed, flipping you over so your ass is up in the air for him. he’d be standing at the edge of the bed, grabbing your hips and tugging your body towards him. he’d grab your panties and yank them down to where your knees are pressed into the mattress, not even bothering to take them completely off. the way he’d manhandle you would give you butterflies, and your stomach would do nervous flips as he shoves two of his fingers into your mouth from behind. he pushes them so deep you almost gag, but just as quick as he thrusts them in your mouth he’s pulling them out again. instead he’d opt to shove his wet fingers into your heat, eagerly fucking into your hole right away. “done being a fucking brat now?” he’d hiss quietly, listening to your wanton moans as you move your hips back against him to feel them deeper. you’d look over your shoulder, meeting his eyes with a devilish grin. “no,” you’d sneer. “i like pissing you off. you’re hot when you’re mad, wonu~” he’d say nothing, just scoff and thrust his fingers harder. his quiet confidence would do nothing but turn you on more. he’d intentionally bully your sweet spot, watching you squirm and grip the sheets below him. he’d feel you tighten around his fingers as you unexpectedly cum around him, your orgasm so powerful your knees almost give out. he’d slow down his thrusts, gently fucking into your heat to help you ride out your climax. you could hear the sound of him unbuckling his belt with his free hand, the faint clink of the buckle unclasping sending a chill across your skin. “need to teach you how to behave,” he’d mumble, using his fingers still coated in your release to stroke his cock. you know you’d be in for a looong night when you misbehave around wonwoo, and that was the goal <3

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[cheolhub]

6:30 p.m. — jeon wonwoo

summary. wonwoo catches you touching yourself while he’s at work and decides to show you that he’s all you need.

wc. 755 (or so)

warnings. unprotected sex, mentions of masturbation, degradation, hard dom!wonu— MINORS DNI 18+

note. it’s short but yeah… hard dom!woo my fave genre

you wish you could recall the moment you ended up in this position. with your head pushed into your drool and tear-soaked pillow, ass in the air, and wonwoo’s hand pinning your wrists to your back as he roughly fucks in and out of you. 

“thought you were my good girl,” he mutters in disapproval.

you turn your head, heated cheek on the wet pillow, “i-i am!” you cry defensively. 

he chuckles, shaking his head, “nah, i don’t think you are,” his thrusts are sharper now. his cock kissing your cervix with every vigorous stroke. “just a pretty little slut,” 

wonwoo has been busy lately. between being an idol and trying to get at least 5 minutes of sleep, there wasn’t much free time given to him. as much as he wanted to, he had no time to be with you, so the days felt long and sad and you were extremely pent up. 

he knew, too. he felt so horrible about leaving you at home alone every day before you woke up and he felt even worse when he’d come back in the middle of the night and see you were asleep. 

you needed relief, just this once. he hadn’t fucked you good in a week and that’s 7 days too long for your poor body. you usually would never even think about touching yourself since he keeps you satisfied, but you were growing horny with every waking second that you’d smell the cologne on his clothes or see a picture of him or even hear his voice when he’d call you during his breaks.

the one day you thought it’d be a good idea, wonwoo had also thought it was a good idea to go home early and surprise you. 

and there you were, two fingers shoved into your cunt and tears in your eyes as you frustratedly tried to reach an orgasm. and there he was, watching through the glasses sliding off his nose with his arms crossed and an evil smirk on his face. 

now, you’re begging him for mercy as he pounds into you, sending your mind into a frenzy. 

“what? can’t go 10 minutes without my cock, huh?” he asks, his words patronizing. he knows it’s mean and he knows you did the best you could, but he can’t stop when he feels you clenching around him as if life depended on it with every dirty word he spews. 

“uh-uh,” you confirm. “missed it, m-missed you!” 

his heart flutters at your words because, god, did he miss you too. the words that leave his mouth, though, are anything but sweet. “missed me so much you couldn’t even let me know you’ve been getting off on your own?” 

his hand releases your wrist so he can pull you up, back pressed flush against his chest as he moves his lips against your ear. you cry out feeling his cock at a different, deeper angle. “how many times have you gotten off without me, hmm? how many times did you fuck yourself?”

“ah! no-none, won! today only,” you whine, his hot breath against your ear sending shivers down your spine. you try to wiggle for friction as he stays frozen deep in your weeping cunt. 

he brings his hand to your throat, squeezing it gently to not hurt you. “and did you cum?”

you choke on a sob, his hand wrapping around your throat making you feel even more bothered, arousal gushing all over his soaked length. “nono! needed you, wonwoo,” you breathe. “always need you! please, m’ sorry!”

“aw, poor thing,” he coos almost condescendingly. you can feel the mocking pout pressed against your ear. “not even your pathetic fingers can make you feel good. lemme take care of you, yeah? give you what you need?”

even as you shrink under his belittling, you nod your head strenuously, feeling overwhelmingly needy. you whimper a mantra of pleads and begs before you’re pushed back into the mattress feeling his cock leave your cunt.

whines flee your mouth as wonwoo pauses for a second, “you sure you want it, baby?” his voice is soft, a stark contrast from the way he was whispering in your ear seconds prior. 

“yes, i’m sure,” you shudder out, heart skipping a beat. “wan’ it bad, baby.”

“and you know what to say when you need me to stop, right?”

“mhm,”

“good girl,” he whispers. “now, keep yourself up on your arms, yeah? wanna hear you nice and loud for me.”

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[eomayas]

love without tragedy • jww

pairing: mafia!wonwoo x f!reader

genre: angst, mafia au

synopsis: what is it called when he wont be your boyfriend but acts like he is?

warnings: swearing. mean wonwoo. toxic realtionship. reader is in her early twenties, its unspecified how old wonwoo is but he is older. reader slaps wonwoo

a/n: helloooo i cant get wonu out of my mind so here is a little drabble. he is really mean in this story but thats not how i see my man its just for the purpose of the plot 😭💕

the look he's giving you is enough to make you tremble. you've never felt fear around wonwoo—his job is inherently scary and dangerous, but you've never felt fear of him, though right now that is being put to the test. a cold shiver runs down your spine as he stares at you from across the room. you wish there was an island of distance between the two of you, and not a measly coffee table.

"w-we were j-just dancing," you try, wringing your hands together in front of you. he scoffs through his nose and smirks, but its not sweet. there is malice behind it, like he thinks you're pathetic.

"that's what we're calling it?"

sure, maybe you did do more than dance with jun. maybe he had his hand on your leg and you let him inch it up your dress. and maybe you let him kiss you a couple of times. and sure, they were on the lips, sometimes on the neck. and maybe jun ran in the opposing gang in the city, so you made yourself and your fathers mob a target, which inherently puts wonwoo in the middle of it as well. but can he really blame you? wonwoo won't go out with you, always says its not safe for you to be seen with him. what he's really saying, is that he doesn't want your father—his boss—to find out.

wonwoo stares at you, his nostrils flared and his jaw set. whats making all of this worse, is that he hasn't even yelled yet. anger is practically seeping from his pores, but hes not yelling. "well, you wont go out with me!" you exclaim, throwing your hands up.

"so you go and fuck around with somebody from the other side, all because i wont take you out?" he scoffs at you again as your bottom lip trembles. "you really are a spoiled brat, you know that?"

"don't call me that," you frown at him and he shrugs at you, unfazed by your emotional state and the words he's saying to you. other than the fact that you were kissing the opposition, you don't know why he cares so much—there are plenty of other men that work for your father that can handle this.

"its what you are—you think you can have whatever you want, whenever you want," he says bitterly.

your frown deepens, and you almost threaten telling your father, but you know he'll just call you childish. its what he always does when you two argue about something stupid and you pull the dad card. "you're not even my boyfriend, so i don't know why you give a shit," wonwoos nose twitches at the B-word, and you know you've struck a nerve. if theres a couple ways to get under his skin, its to threaten him with your dad and point out the truth to him. "im not yours to worry about. there are plenty of people who do that anyway."

when he doesnt say anything, you keep going. "and so what if jun is with the other side? he doesn't seem to mind being out with me—something you can't handle! you won't even be my boyfriend, so what i do, and who i do it with, is none of your fucking concern."

"watch your fucking mouth, y/n," you're visibly taken aback at his words and his tone. wonwoo rarely, if ever, swears at you. he'll swear in your everyday conversations, but its never towards you. not even when you swear at him, like right now, does he ever do it back.

staring at him with wide eyes, a million thoughts race through your head, the first one being: when did i start being afraid of him? "dont talk to me like that," you say, a slight tremor in your voice.

"don't pull that card now, you've been cussing at me all night," wonwoo spits, puffing his chest out. "that's that spoiled brat shit i'm talking about! you think the entire fucking world revolves around you, but it doesn't!" you can't handle his sudden change in temperament, and your hands ball into fists at your sides.

"quit fucking talking to me like that."

"i'll talk to you how i want to talk to you-" the slap happens before you even realize what you've done, your feet carrying you over to him on autopilot. its not until you pull your hand away from his cheek that you register what you've done, the hurt on his face.

anger flashes on his features, and you have a split second to panic. you tense up, waiting for him to yell at you, but instead he only takes a deep breath and shifts his gaze away from you. "wonwoo..." you whisper, bringing your finger tips up to touch your lips. a red mark in the vague shape on your hand spreads across his pale cheek, and you swallow the lump in your throat. "wonwoo, i..." you trail off, because you don't know how to finish that sentence—you are far from sorry, feeling vindicated because, in your eyes, he did deserve it.

wonwoo runs a hand over his face and opens his mouth, but rethinks and closes it into a thin line. shaking his head, he shrugs on his jacket and grabs his belongings from your coffee table. he slips past you wordlessly and your eyes trail him as he walks out of your apartment, a sort of darkness settling over the room as you're left to stand alone.

wonwoo doesn't call, and after the fifth day you start to lose your mind. the day after the incident, you hardly thought about him, and when you did, it made you angry. the second day, you started to feel his absence, but it wasn't nearly as violent as it feels right now. the tears started on the third day, and haven't stopped. its only now that the guilt has settled in, your dry phone practically taunting you every time that you touch it.

"kwannie, i miss him!" you moan, burying your face into a pillow and letting out a scream. your best friend, seungkwan, gently pats your head and you sigh, turning your head to the side to look at him. "do you think he'll call?"

seungkwan presses his lips into a line and glances around his bedroom. "y/n, you slapped him," he reminds you, making you wrinkle your nose. "and you haven't apologized yet. i would't want to talk to you either."

"okay, but he deserved it! he was being disrespectful!"

"but you put your hands on him. you should have let, like, mingyu or somebody—if not your dad—deal with him," seungkwan says, referring to another one of your fathers men. and seungkwan is right; even though mingyu and wonwoo are friends, you know that his loyalty to your father comes first, which means that you come first. any of his men could have handled it adequately.

sighing, you sit up and hug the pillow to your chest. "he is so..." you groan into the pillow and hold it there for a few seconds. wonwoo is a piece of work. he's quiet and hard to read at times, and can't always give you a clear answer on what the two of you have. he says things that hurt your feelings. but he's also a confidant, your protector, while being something similar to a boyfriend. you trust him more than you trust yourself at times, and sometimes what you feel for him is so intense you wonder if you're making it all up.

its hard to trace when your realtionship with wonwoo began. you've known him since you were 20 years old, him appearing seemingly out of nowhere one day when you came home for a weekend in college. he introduced himself politely, but hardly asked about you or offered any information about himself. you went back to campus with your brain on him and him only. it wasn't until that summer that you saw more of him, but you two hardly interacted. he was always around but never quite where you needed him. your paths hardly ever crossed, unless it was the rare times you happened to be passing by him in the hallway or kitchen. a few months later, when you were home for winter break, you ran into him early in the morning. you'd just come back from a work out and ran into him in the kitchen. he was leaned up against the island, tapping away on his phone and he looked up when he heard your footsteps. you spoke first, saying good morning and asking him how he’s been. he returned the conversation and from there, every time you saw him you two at least spoke.

from then on, you exchanged numbers. he’d text you sporadically, checking in on you and asking you about your classes, life, etc. the texts turned to phone calls, late into the night when you were tucked in and he was just getting home from whatever job he’d finished. he never really told you what he did, but you knew. when you’d ask, he’d just say he handled something for your father, almost like he was trying to protect you from his reality, but you knew—you’d grown up around this lifestyle from birth. the calls started getting longer too, going from ten minutes, to thirty, and then for an hour, sometimes more. you’d talk about any and everything, so late into the night that you’d hardly get sleep sometimes, nearly missing class or dozing off during lectures. but you didn’t care, as long as you got to talk to wonwoo.

for spring break that year, you didn’t plan to come home, having plans to go out of town with your friends. b ur you cut your trip short by two days, and came home instead. everybody was surprised to see you, especially your father who wasn't expecting you. you just lied and told him you wanted to surprise him, but that was far from the truth. you were itching to see wonwoo, even if only for a few minutes because of his other duties. it was hours before you finally got to see him, and when you did it was late. you were hot tubbing, and you heard the backdoor open, his dark figure emerging. you called out to him and he walked to the edge of the hot tub, squatting down in front of you. your heart was racing as he looked down at you, and you got goosebumps despite being in warm water. not much was said between the two of you, but it was like there was an electric current flowing between the two of you. you asked him about his day, and he gave you the answer he gives you all the time: "it was a day." and then he asked you, and you said: "better." as in, better now that he's here in front of you. you raised your body out of the water a bit, the water coming up to the bottom of you ribcage. wonwoo shamelessly checked you out, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. you moved to the edge of the tub, standing directly in front of him, his eyes darting between your bikini clad chest and your eyes. you stood up taller, this time most of your body coming out of the water, to get as close as possible to his face without touching him. he asked you: "do you know what you're doing?" to which you replied: "im positive i know what i'm doing." and then you kissed him, pressing your wet body against his extremely dry and clothed one, your hands gripping the edge of the hot tub. he kissed you with a hunger that made you breathless, and you gripped the front of his black jacket, nearly yanking him into the hot tub with you. when you pulled back to look in his inky dark eyes, you knew you were a goner.

letting out a breath, you let go and drag your hands over your face, closing your eyes. "i just don't get him sometimes," for nearly two years, you have been playing a sick game of cat and mouse with him. you think you have him, and then he'll say something to remind you that you in fact, don't. but he always has you, as much as it pains you to admit it. "h-he says he can't be my boyfriend. but when i try to go out—if i even look at another man—he goes crazy. kwan, i don't even know how he knew where i was. i didn't tell him i was going out."

seungkwan swallows and avoids your eyes. you glare at him, trying to meet his gaze. "seungkwan."

"yes?"

you hold eye contact for a second before he quickly looks away, and you gasp. "seungkwan, what the fuck!" you shout, jumping off of your bed. he holds his hands up in surrender, his eyes wide and pleading.

"y/n, i'm sorry! but he called me randomly, and said that you weren't answering! and he knew i wasn't with you because i picked up the phone, and i swear i wasn't going to tell him, but..." seungkwan trails off and you scoff, shaking your head.

"but what?"

"but... you know wonwoo: he's intimidating. and i don't want any problems with him. i'm really sorry, y/n. but i felt like i had no choice."

you frown at seungkwans words, the gears in your head turning. he had no choice? "did he threaten you?" you ask your best friend, your stomach churning. seungkwan... he's not like the rest of them. his father is also a mob leader and does dealing with your own father, which is how you two know each other. he is your longest and first friend. seungkwan isn't involved in any mob activities per his mother, who made it known that his father was not to involve her only son in any of that business. everybody knows to leave seungkwan alone, that he's like you: off limits. but clearly, your not-boyfriend doesn't know the rules.

seungkwan waves vaguely in the air and you see red for a moment before snatching your purse off of the nightstand and pocketing your phone. "y/n, where are you going?"

"i'll be back," is all you say before running out of his house and down to your car, hopping in and speeding the one place you can guarantee to find wonwoo.

pulling up to the club, you swing your car into a spot and scan the parking lot looking for his black mercedes. you spot it glimmering in the evening sun, and scoff before jumping out. you hardly have to talk to anybody when you walk in and make you way to the very back where wonwoo and five of your fathers men do business outside of your house.

a cloud of smoke hits your face when you push the door open, and you scrunch your face up. the first person you come in contact with is joshua, your fathers right hand man who you've known for the greater part of your life. when your father wasn't around, joshua was. he was more like an uncle to you, practically raising you. "hey, princess," he says, a smile on his face.

"where is wonwoo?" you ask, eyes surveying the room. you see mingyu, minghao, jeonghan, and vernon, but not the man you are here for.

"that's how you greet me?" joshua asks, tilting his head to the side. you don't feel like arguing, so you give him a quick hug paired with a kiss on the cheek. "why are you looking for wonwoo?" he asks.

you bite the inside of you cheek, trying to come up with a lie on the fly, until the door to another room opens, and wonwoo emerges buttoning the first three buttons on his shirt, followed by a dancer. your stomach drops, and you feel like laughing and crying at the same time. wonwoo doesn't acknowledge the woman and turns away from her, meeting your eye in the process. guilt and shock pass quickly over his features, before he composes himself and carries on like he didn't see him.

marching over to him, you stand in front of him as he takes a seat on the couch in the room. "wonwoo, we need to talk," you say, putting your hands on your hips. he picks up a glass of brown liquor and drains its remaining contents.

"then talk."

"in private," you say, widening your eyes. he sighs and stands up, starting to walk over to the room he just came out of. "i'm not talking to you in there." you say, a hint of disgust in your voice.

"then talk," he barks, the room quieting down a bit. your face burns in embarrassment, hating the way he's treating you. he stares up at you like there's better things he could be doing, his gaze hard.

"you're such an asshole."

wonwoo shrugs. "oh well."

"you know what, wonwoo? fuck you. i know you threatened boo the other night, so you can just fuck off! you can fuck with me—fine—but leave seungkwan out of it!"

his nose twitches like it did the other night, but this time you don't stick around to wait for him to explode. you leave just as quickly as you'd shown up.

once outside, the tears start. you lean against the side of the building and sob into your hands. you don't know how, or why, for that matter, you let wonwoo treat you this way. but he's not always like this— you've seen sides of him that prove it. but its been nearly two years of push and pull, him doing both the pushing and pulling. he pushes you away while simultaneously pulling you to him. he knows that you'll follow him wherever he goes.

[wooahaeruby]

Chapter 8: Simple Pleasures, Simple Panic

Chapter Word Count: 2,852

Anything in Bold Italics are Korean/Another language.

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Two hours had passed since you confirmed the email. Jihoon, ever the gentleman he had been so far today, escorted you to your room after the confirmation, wanting to hit the hotel gym and shower before any pizza plans were set in stone. 

You were able to keep you worrying in check for Jihoon, not wanting to feel like a burden with your emotions probably always spilling over into him. From your time out, Seungkwan and Chan had you download Kakao Talk and exchanged information with everyone in your little group earlier, sharing the pictures back and forth with funny little captions if the photos were ‘post worth’. It took your mind off the looming post from the staff. 

A knock coming from your door served as a good distraction from your tidying of the majority clean room, endless scrolling on Tik Tok, and staring blankly out the window of your room. 

Standing at the door upon opening it was someone you didn’t expect but gladly accepted. 

“Seokminie, Mingyu-ah, Wonu-ah, and I were going to play Super Smash if you wanna join us.” Joshua’s sweet voice had you smiling. 

“You have no idea how nice that sounds.” You sighed out, checking for your room key and phone before trailing behind him. 

“Jihoon-ah told me that the announcement should be out soon, thought I’d invite you to get your mind off it all while he is still at the gym with Soonyoung.” 

Approaching the room, you hear a shriek of annoyance, loud and startling with the door propped open. 

“ Hyung you are cheating! Stop messing with my controller!” You hear the boisterous cry of Mingyu. 

Joshua sent an apologetic glance before pushing the door open and allowing you in. There sprawled out across the queen sized bed was Mingyu, Wonwoo and Seokmin. Seokmin was half in Mingyu’s face, one hand working the controls while the other was trying to mess with Mingyu. Wonwoo was neutral territory, sitting up against the headboard in peace. 

“ Hyung! Make him stop!” Mingyu wailed, turning his body and using his leg to hold Seokmin down, who just laughed and continued to try his sabotaging. “ Ruby-ah! Help!” 

You used your fingers to make a small X, shaking your head. “No thank you, Seokmin-ah could probably yeet me across the room.”  

“Did you just use yeet in a Korean sentence?” Joshua asked, jumping and landing himself on the bed next to Wonwoo. 

“Like you haven’t used Konglish before.” You mocked him.

Instead of joining the battlefield of the bed, you took the desk chair and arranged it so you could sit and see the screen without an issue. Watching them play seemed more entertaining than actually playing. Seokmin called a truce for the next round when Joshua joined, Mingyu glared daggers at him once he removed his leg, getting huffy that he lost entirely because of the other’s antics. The next round added an agreement of only random characters, suggested by Wonwoo, and the challenge was easily accepted.

Mingyu took the breather to get more comfortable, laying flat on his stomach with a pillow under his chest and neck. Not even a couple moments in and Joshua had taken his turn to torment Mingyu, fueling the fire to add Seokmin back in. You couldn’t resist the fun and slid the chair in front of his face, blocking the view of his character, saying you needed a better view of the screen. 

“ Don’t join alliances with them! Be on my side!” Mingyu gave an aggravated groan, reaching out to try and move the chair you were, but you kept moving back. 

Laughing bubbled out of the other three, only fueling your own mischief. Wonwoo took the opportunity to get Mingyu’s character off the screen. The latter howled in frustration, feeling the controller vibrate in his hand. When his character was fully out of the round, you relented and moved, feeling your heart break a little at the kicked puppy expression on his face, clearly defeated both in game and mentally. 

“ Mingyu-ah, I’m sorry.” You let out but Seokmin spoke after you. 

“ Don’t apologize to him! He does the same thing! It’s revenge for all the stuff he does!” 

The room was bathed in laughter again. Subconsciously, you raised a hand and ruffled Mingyu’s hair, something you ended up doing a lot with Kazuki when hanging out, grinning along with everyone. Once realizing your actions, you pulled your hand away as if burned, pushing the chair further away. 

“Ah- Shit, Sorry.” Eyes wide, you see even Mingyu was looking at you, however his expression was more of giddy energy, already big eyes opened fully with the smallest hint of a toothy smile on his face.. 

“Don’t worry, Mingyu thrives on physical affection.” Wonwoo’s voice had your eyes moving to him. “ A little too much if I may add.” 

Mingyu was still looking at you with glittering eyes and you debated on doing what you and about every Carat on the planet wanted to do; play with his hair. You pursed your lips in contemplation but the more you made eye contact with him, the more the temptation was there… 

“ You aren’t making this easier to resist.” 

“Don’t, then you can go online and tell everyone how fluffy and soft my hair is.” 

“...You drive a hard bargain.” 

And what was how you found yourself styling small braids into his hair as he played. It kept your hands busy. Each time one of them asked if you wanted to play you declined, content with what you were doing. The buzz beneath your skin told you Jihoon was close-ish, probably somewhere on the floor to clean up after his workout. 

You were able to sense him growing closer before the door even opened. You were on the second handful of little braids when you stated that fact. “ Jihoon is almost here.” 

Not even lifting your head from your hair styling session, Jihoon pushed the propped door open, freshly showered, dressed in joggers and a t-shirt, and a small hotel towel around his neck to catch any droplets of water. 

“ Why are you all staring at us?” Jihoon asked, causing you to lift your head and take notice of the eyes on you, you didn’t even notice Mingyu had moved to look. 

“ Ruby-ah said that you were almost here and you just…showed up.” Mingyu spoke up, brows furrowed in confusion. “ Can soulmates do that?” 

“ Oh, yeah, I thought it was normal.” The shorter man just shrugged. He paused for a brief moment and your chest tightened with what you assumed was envy. 

Out of instinct, you pulled your hands away, leaning back into the desk chair and propped your socked feet up on the mattress. Stepping further into the room, Jihoon forced Mingyu to scootch over, taking the spot on the edge closest to where you sat. The envy still rumbled below the surface but thankfully much less now. 

“ Seungkwan and Vernon never said anything like that.” Wonwoo tilted his head in question, one eyebrow raised. 

Seokmin snored out a laugh. “ Maybe they are just weird.” 

That was going to be something you would google later.

A chorus of chimes echoed through the room. 

Taking your phone out, your heart dropped at the notifications from both Twitter and Weverse. Quickly you opened the Weverse app and pulled up the announcements. 

[Notice] Confirmation of Member’s Soulmate Found

Hello, 

This is Pledis Entertainment.

We would like to provide you with some information regarding SEVENTEEN member Woozi’s current soulmate status. 

Within the last 24 hours, the member has confirmed that his Soulmark Timer has run out and the bond has been solidified between himself and his soulmate. The artist’s soulmate who only wanted to share their first name, Y/N, does not wish to make a comment at this moment, but we ask fans for kind consideration regarding their privacy. 

At this time, SEVENTEEN will be remaining in America as scheduled for the next few days and will return to South Korea where they will rest before starting the Asia leg of the BE THE SUN Tour. 

Woozi’s soulmate will be joining on future travel and event plans due to the demand of the group and seriousness of Soul Withdrawal Symptoms. 

No other member has found their soulmate at this time.

Thank you. 

Your breath caught in your throat, reading over the notice one, twice. You zoned in on your phone screen, taking calming breaths to help process the fact that it was real. Your name was posted online beside Jihoon’s, telling the world that he was the first member – outside of Seungkwan and Vernon – to find their soulmate. 

In that moment you felt like the world had stopped around you. All at once you went through any and every emotion that had wracked your brain earlier for this very moment: fear, anxiety, vulnerability, insecurity, overwhelmed, and so many more. 

You didn’t realize your hands were shaking until the phone screen was ripped from your vision and soft hands were lacing your fingers together, grounding you to the current existence. A warmth from within attempted to calm the roaring storm inside your soul, it gave you just enough stability not to burst into tears. Refocusing now, you notice he was crouching on the floor in front of you, looking up at you with immense worry. Guilt began to creep up. 

“ Take a breath for me, it’s okay.” His words came out strained, the discomfort from your emotions evident. 

Between breaths, a labored sigh wheezed out of you. “I really…need to stop…getting so…emotional.” 

One of his hands released yours and ever so hesitantly raised it to hold your cheek, rubbing his thumb over your skin gently. 

“ I’ve seen more tears of out Soonyoungie. This is nothing.” He teased, voice barely over a whisper. “ It’s a lot for anyone to handle.” 

“If you guys are going to flirt, get a room.” Seokmin stated dramatically, Mingyu joined in with a fake gag. Joshua and Wonwoo just snickered in the background.

Jihoon set his jaw and reached over with the hand once on your cheek and pinched Mingyu who yelped and smacked his hands away. Thankfully, you let just a small amount of your horrible feelings wash away, even bring yourself to laugh at the comment. 

“ Do you guys have to be such brats?” Jihoon tsked, an unamused expression making its way onto his face.. 

Just as they did through a computer screen, the childish antics and simple humor brought you a piece of happiness. You were lucky. Being soulmates with someone from a group that brought you joy was something you wouldn’t take for granted. 

You gave a firm squeeze to Jihoon’s hand, watching as your soulmate turned his attention back to you. His expression softened instantly, no harsh lines seen between his eyebrows. 

“ Thank you.” Speaking softly, you placed your other hand atop his, shaking your head with a hint of a smile on your lips.

You swore you could feel him swoon. 

“ Noona, do you have a favorite song by us?” Chan sat on the floor of your hotel room, a paper plate and an obnoxiously large slice of pizza placed on his criss-crossed lap. 

Just as you promised, Jihoon, maknae line, and yourself were sitting in your hotel room in a little circle with the pizza box before you all. Out of generosity, you had ordered enough pizza for the members but the handful of you secluded in the quietness of your room. 

You were mid-bite, covering your mouth with your hand as the question wracked your brain. That question wasn’t straight forward, your mood played heavily on what was your favorite, hell even the season could alter that. 

“ Wah, Jihoon-hyung looks like he wants to know.” Vernon laughed through his eating. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you take notice that Jihoon’s eye opened wide with curiosity, a faint pink color dusting over his cheeks. He stayed silent, trying to settle his expression to natural as he continued to eat his pizza, letting himself lean against your shoulder. 

You moved your head back and forth, running through their discography in your head. “ When I’m sad, Hug or Fallin’ Flower, more to calm me than make me happy, you know? When I’m happy, Snap Shoot, Swimming Fool, and To You. If I’m vibing , Chili. Picking a favorite is hard, but I think Spotify would say it’s To You or Run to you.” 

Chan was beaming at you, smiling between each bite and scrunching his nose as he grinned. “ Do you like my line in Snap Shoot, Noona? Wah, if we knew you were hyung’s soulmate I could have made Seungkwan-hyung go and make you dance or sing during it! Or Aju Nice!” 

The thought had you shuttering, clear horror on your face. Quickly you shook your head. “ If you ever do that or even think about it, I will soon know exactly where you live.” Your eyes mainly landed on Seungkwan.

That only had Chan cackling, joined by Seungkwan and Vernon. Against your arm you felt Jihoon shake in a laugh. 

“ I would probably freeze up and fail! The big screen is already intimidating when you see other people on it but putting yourself there?!” You rambled, exasperated at the very idea of it. “I couldn’t even get on the stage for a school play! ” 

And Chan was now on his back, barely holding it together enough to palace his plate aside. You hear Jihoon laughing now, pure childlike joy. His eyes were closed, nose scrunched up and his mouth wide open in a smile. Vernon’s gummy smile was shown and the deep rumble of his laugh was heard alongside Seungkwan’s, the latter’s face lighting up in delight. 

“Don’t laugh at me, I’m serious!” You whined in English, using a napkin to cover your face to hide the flush on your face, batting a hand at Jihoon’s arm. “ Just because everyone else in the room can perform without an issue, doesn’t mean everyone in the world can.”  

Chan pleaded for you to stop though you weren’t particularly doing anything to stop him. He gasped for air, Vernon patting his leg to provide some comfort for the distress he was putting himself in. 

From anyone else's point of view, this would look absurd, but to you it felt like an evening in your apartment with Jamie and Kazuki. It put your soul at ease that you would have people that you would still be able to rely on. You also hoped that they would grow comfortable enough to rely on you. 

You felt like you talked for hours, well you did but that was besides the point. The pizza was long gone and none of you made a move to get off the floor. You found yourself leaning a majority of your weight against Jihoon, feeling the subtle buzzing electricity under your skin at the contact. Unwillingly, you were nodding off at something Seungkwan was talking about, shaking your head to try and stay awake. Gently, you felt a hand move your head. With your soulmate being the closest, you let him rest your head on his shoulder. You attempted to fight against the drowsiness but lost and drifted off. 

  Waking up in your bed tucked under the comforter was a little surprising. The room was bathed in majority darkness, the curtains drawn open letting in light from the moon and the city's skyline. Prepared to fall back asleep, you shifted over onto your side, tugging the blanket closer to you but something held it down. Lifting your head through the groggy haze, you laid eyes on not something but someone sitting up against the headboard, arms crossed, head back, and clearly asleep. 

Letting your eyes focus, you sighed with fondness, seeing Jihoon knocked out. You propped yourself up on one arm, reaching out and shaking his shoulder to rouse him. Quietly you called his name but he barely stirred, leaning away from your touch, a pout slowly forming on his lips. Once more you tried to wake him but he slept right through it. 

In defeat, you sat up fully, already knowing you had to change out of your jeans, however you couldn’t let him sleep like that. To the best of your ability you got him under the covers, hearing soft murmurs. He fought you, oh did he fight you, until his head hit the pillow and you pulled the comforter over him. You grabbed a pair of sweatpants from your bag and changed in the bathroom before getting back into bed, using an extra pillow to place between the two of you as a barrier. 

As you settled in, you make sure he was tucked in enough to your standards.

“Goodnight, Jihoon.” You whispered and you fell asleep once more to the soft sounds of the other’s breathing and the mellow buzz of your soul bond.

[wonusite]

another minwon thot b/c i'm a whore. imagine idol!reader heading back from an award show with her boys in the backseat of some car. the partition screen is up so the driver can't see anything, but vaguely hear what's going on. the boys spread your thighs apart and get to work on fingering/eating you out, reminding you to keep quiet... maybe choking you or shoving ur panties in ur mouth to stay quiet. when you get back to ur place, they rail you w/dp in the closest comfortable area. -minwon nonny

you only come into my inbox to fuck with my mental sanity and ily for that <3

you’re high off a big win, and so are your two bfs. this adrenaline you all have from performing and winning always leads to some hot sex which is something you are extremely excited about. except wonwoo and mingyu are a little impatient and are unwilling to wait to claim their real prize.

“shh, baby.” wonu whispers in your ear as he pinches and rubs circles on your slippery clit. “don’t want the driver to hear, right?”

he’s so mean bc he knows you can never really contain your moans, esp w the way mingyu’s tongue is splitting through your folds while he toys with you aching clit. your head is swimming with pleasure, and despite trying to keep all your moans and cries inside, you keep letting the needy sounds slip from your lips.

gyu pulls away from your dripping cunt, licking his lips as he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out the ruined panties he took off of you five minutes earlier. meanly, he shoves it in your mouth as he shares a wicked smirk with wonu.

“sorry, baby girl. can’t let anyone hear those pretty moans except us.”

with that he shoves his face back into your hot cunt, tongue licking every inch of you and the fingers that wonu is fucking into you. the cruelest part is that they only stop with their actions until you’re on the verge of coming. your bfs edge you all the way home, smirking when you get out of the car w wobbly, unstable paces.

“you did so well, angel.” wonu coos as he helps you take off the outfit that made you look so good on stage. “so good for us.”

mingyu is already undressed and leaning back on the large sectional couch he and wonu insisted you guys get for the living room. his pretty cock is fully erect and leaking, waiting for you to sit on it.

“always so good.” mingyu groans as his cock twitches.

wonwoo’s strong hands caress your naked body before gently slapping your ass and nudging you toward an impatient gyu. your pussy is hot and pulsing between your legs, and when you finally do sit on mingyu’s thick cock it’s like sweet relief. he groans at the feeling of your tight, wet cunt, lips going to your neck before he’s trailing them down to your pretty tits. you cry out his name when he starts to lick and suckle on your hardened nipples.

you feel yourself get pushed forward a bit, causing you to inadvertently shove your tit deeper into mingyu’s hot mouth. but you both love it. you clench around his throbbing cock in excitement when you feel wonu’s leaking tip tease the tight muscle of your ass.

“you looked so pretty today.” he says from behind you, gently caressing the globes of your ass.

mingyu releases your nipple, messy string of saliva connecting from his mouth as he looks up at you with shining eyes. “you were the prettiest girl on that stage.”

you lick your lips, hands caressing his muscular chest and shoulders. “you two looked so hot when you were performing. made me so wet.”

your boys groan simultaneously, and you join them when wonu finally eases his cock into you. he’s spreading your ass open to see how tightly you’re gripping his cock. he looks over your shoulder and shares a smirk with gyu. they start gently fucking their cocks into you, loving just how hot and tight you feel.

ofc it’s not long before you’re coming from the way they edged you earlier, but it’s still not enough for you.

you beg them to fuck you harder and stuff both your holes with their cum. so they just start snapping their hips, cocks fucking into you roughly as they chase their own high. all you can do is moan and whine as they hit the spots so deep inside you that you can’t form a sentence. their veiny cocks feel so good that you come a second time before they can, body convulsing with pleasure.

“fuck, baby.” mingyu groans. “can’t get enough of our cocks, hm?”

“our cock-hungry, princess.” wonu moans as he feels you tightening around him. “shit. so fucking needy that we’re gonna have to fuck you all night.”

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

Camp North Star - July 22nd

AFAB!Reader x Jeon Wonwoo

Word Count: 3384

Contents: slight fingering, wonwoo being gushy, teasing, oral, handjob

“You’re still out here?”

You looked around from where you sat in the grass, playing with a flower in your hand. The sun had set and campers were back in their cabins but you were still sitting out by the lake. Even as the evening air got just a little cool you still sat there, not wanting to head back to the cabin just yet. Spending some time with your own thoughts.

“Yeah,” you sighed. “Just wanted some alone time I guess.”

“Ah,” He said, shuffling a little before handing you the balled up blanket he’d had in his hand. “Well, I don’t know how long you’re staying out here. I brought you a blanket in case you get too cold.”

You couldn’t help the smile that drew across your face. “Aww, Wonwoo, that's really sweet.”

He shrugged but you could see the grin on his lips in the light of the moon. “Someone has to take care of you.”

“Well, thank you,” you smiled, feeling very warm and fuzzy from his kindness.

“I’ll- uh I can give you some peace and quiet.”

“No!” The word came from your lips far too quickly and heat followed it to the surface of your skin. Wonwoo seemed a little startled with your sudden exclamation. “I mean- I like your company. You can stay if you want.”

Wonwoo’s smile was almost shy as he nodded before sitting next to you. You opened up the blanket, spreading it over your legs. Wonwoo rested back on his hands, staring out at the ripples on the lake in the low light of the early night.

“What were you thinking about?” He asked quietly.

“Honestly, nothing in particular.” You said. “A little about next week. As much fun as it is there are some actual logistics to sort out. A little about the kids going home this weekend.”

“It is going by really fast.”

“We’re nearly two months in already. I feel like I need to start thinking about the fall.”

Wonwoo shook his head. “Let the fall come when it comes. It’s more fun to live in the moment, especially here.”

You snorted. “I can’t tell if you’re being sentimental or trying to get into my pants.”

Wonwoo chuckled, looking a little flustered. “I didn’t realize it sounded like that.”

You leaned into his shoulder. “It’s alright. I don’t exactly mind when you try to get into my pants.”

Wonwoo snorted at your comment and you laughed with him. Still, as the breeze blew past the two of you you felt his hand move to your thigh, just gently squeezing your leg. You sighed and rested your head on his shoulder. You liked how comfortable you had gotten with him. It was much easier to be around him than you ever thought it would be on the first day.

“Does it kill the mood if I try and get into your pants now?” Wonwoo murmured.

“I’d like to think of it more as a mood shift,” you said with a grin.

Wonwoo turned his head a little, lips a little closer to your ear as his fingers slipped between your legs and you spread them for him. “Mood shift it is then,” he purred. His fingers started to tease you over your shorts.

You sighed as the slight sensation sparked in your core from his gentle touch. You took deep breaths and let your eyes fall closed as you felt the cool breeze blow across your skin, finding its way under the blanket and raising stray goosebumps on your skin.

“That already feels good,” You hummed.

“I’ve barely done anything,” he chuckled lightly.

“Maybe I am simply anticipating what’s to come,” you grinned.

“Maybe that means I’m spoiling you too much,” he replied.

“I can make you feel good too,” you hummed, shifting to look at him, feeling your eyelids a little heavy already as you felt his hand slip into your shorts and panties.

“I’m taking you up on that if the bugs don’t get to us first.”

You snorted but it turned into a gasp as his fingers drew up through your folds and started to rub circles against your clit. You pressed a little closer to him, nearly hiding your face in his shoulder to muffle the sounds of your quiet sighs and moans. Sparks ignited in your core, curling through you from his movements and you spread your legs just a little wider for him.

“I love the way you moan,” he murmured, almost as if to himself. “It’s such a pretty sound.”

“Sh-Shut up,” you stumbled, muffled against his shirt.

“I’m serious,” he giggled, not sounding totally serious. “It’s a good sound.”

“Well I’m glad it’s a good sound,” even with the breathiness in your voice your slight teasing was still apparent.

“I’m trying to say something nice,” he mumbled against the top of your head.

“If that’s your w-way of praising me y-you’re gonna have to try harder.”

You let out a gasp as he pulled his hand away suddenly before pushing you back into the grass. You let out a shaky breath as he smirked down at you, pinning your arms down to the ground.

 “If you won’t let me be nice I could just tease you,” he grinned.

“I-I didn’t say that,” you stammered but Wonwoo seemed to have made up his mind. He quickly pulled the blanket up over him before bringing his lips down to kiss at your chest. His hands let go of your arms and he slipped them down your sides to pull off your shorts and panties. He took it slow, kissing down your chest and you felt yourself freezing up as you realized what he was planning.

“I-I- uh-”

“What’s wrong?” He chuckled, a teasing lilt in his voice. You reached under the blanket and grabbed at his hair, stopping him from kissing any further than your waist. His grin was smug when he looked up at you but it melted off his face when he took in your stressed expression.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“No I- it-” You didn’t want to say anything. How had you gotten into this position so quickly? If you blamed anything it was your brain getting horny too fast and his fingers being too enticing.

“Did I do something?” He asked seriously. “Or did something happen? You keep stopping. Or avoiding…”

“I- It’s just.” You looked away from him. “You’re kind of bad at giving head.”

“O-Oh.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him but you felt heat on your face and you had to imagine he felt embarrassed too. You knew Seokmin was right and you knew you had to say something but you really had to leave it to the worst moment.

“You’re not- I mean I’m sure some people would like it. Like it’s not horrendous and you’re really really good at other things. B-But you keep wanting to go down on me and I just- it didn’t- It wasn’t good.”

Wonwoo called your name and you looked down at him reluctantly, still half avoiding his gaze. He was blushing and struggling to meet your eye but he still asked. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I-I it was just awkward. And I didn’t want to upset you. And you were clearly trying s-so…”

Wonwoo squeezed your thigh and you trained your gaze on him properly.

“I’d rather know,” he said.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled. “I should have just said something.”

“I get you were trying to spare my feelings,” he said, and you were sure there was a slight grin on his lips. “But I guess I needed some kind of achilles heel, didn’t I?”

“Or what?” You snorted.

“I’d be irresistible and you would just have to deal with it.”

You let out a laugh and let your head fall back into the grass. “You’re such a dork.”

He pressed a kiss to your lower stomach. “I’m not the one who keeps letting a dork into my pants,” he teased, drawing a laugh from you. “Now, tell me what you like this time so I can get it right.”

“Okay,” you hummed, threading the fingers of one hand back into his hair. “Just start out slow. I know I’m going to regret saying ‘tease me’ but…”

Wonwoo chuckled. “You want me to make you wait for it, huh?”

“I do,” you groaned quietly. “That’s gonna bite me in the ass, isn’t it?”

“It might,” he hummed, pressing kisses to your sensitive inner thighs. “You should be careful what you wish for.”

“I have no regard for my own sanity,” you mumbled, still enjoying the kisses he pressed to your skin, the way he sucked at some spots lightly and kept moving around your core.

“That much I’d gathered,” he murmured with a chuckle in his voice.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You questioned, lifting your head to look at him.

“Shhhh,” he hushed you. “Relax and tell me what you like.”

You put your head back down with a grumble. Your hand stayed in Wonwoo’s hair, running through it gently. He focused on your thighs, getting a little closer to your core as he went. You did your best to relax, taking deep breaths and looking up at the sky, sprinkled with stars and the light of the moon shining down on you.

“Good,” you hummed. You felt the way arousal started to pool in your core, making you ever so slightly impatient as his fingers finished pulling off your shorts and panties. You spread your legs a little more for him as he moved up between them before settling. You felt his hand squeeze your thigh and you propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him. It was almost comical seeing him half hidden under the blanket, peeking up at you as you shifted.

Still, his lips didn’t land between your legs. He kept teasing your thighs, moving very close but just around your core. You shifted your hips a little, letting out a sigh and curling your fingers a little more in his hair. His gaze flicked up to look at you and you felt the smirk that tugged at his lips.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmured.

“Go slowly,” you said, guiding his head towards your clit. “And be gentle. It was too rough last time.”

Wonwoo hummed in recognition as he brought his tongue out, still looking at you. He followed your instructions, gently and slowly lapping over your clit. You let out a low moan at the feeling. Already it was much better than the last time. It wasn’t too rough and it only had you wanting more as each lick sent a small rush of pleasure curling through your core.

Wonwoo watched you expectantly.

“That feels good,” you murmured.

He quirked an eyebrow at you and you snorted.

“It actually does this time,” you chuckled. “I’m not just being nice.”

He let out a hum against you as he closed his eyes. He pressed in just a little closer, his fingers kneading your thighs as his tongue worked faithfully on you. You kept watching him, even as your eyelids grew heavier. His movements drew small moans from you and you played with his hair as he did so.

“Wonwoo?”

He gave a small “hm?” while opening his eyes to look at you.

“Don’t make it rougher but… you can go a little faster. And use more of your tongue? Press it wider, does that make sense?” The words sounded silly coming out of your mouth but you couldn’t think of any other way to get your point across. You felt heat on your face nonetheless, more evident as the night breeze blew over your skin.

Wonwoo still understood what you meant. His tongue only moved a little bit faster but he flattened more of it against your clit. You bit down on your lip, letting yourself fall back into the grass. A moan, a bit louder than before, escaped your lips as he found a movement you liked a lot. You heard and felt him let out a little groan of his own, the vibrations of which ran through your core.

“That’s really good,” you moaned. Your free hand reached down to your thigh and you took his hand in yours. Wonwoo was quick to lace his fingers with yours. He squeezed your hand sweetly and started moving his tongue just a little faster, but still not fast enough.

“Wonwoo, you can go faster,” you hummed.

You could have swore you felt his smirk against you as he hummed out a “mm mm” staying at the same speed. You bit down on your lip, gazing up at the stars again. You couldn’t have let him be bad at just one thing could you? You had to make him good and cocky at everything. You truly only had yourself to blame now if he decided to torture you.

The sensation of his tongue moving over your clit just how you liked was working you up, the coil in your core already curling in on you. But now the pace was too slow. Along with your arousal frustration was building too. You tried your best to stay still, keeping your breathing as even as you could, letting low moans pass your lips, lest you make him cockier.

A sigh passed your lips as you squeezed his hand. A silent plea to give you more as you body started to get needy. Even though you tried, you couldn’t keep the neediness from you voice. With every passing moment and every movement it was apparent that you needed more.

“Wonwoo,” you voice was definitely whiny. You shifted your hips a little, trying not to roll towards him and failing miserably. “You know you can move faster.”

He squeezed your hand as he chuckled and when you looked down at him he was gazing up at you, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Y-You’re doing good,” you said, voice starting to trip over words. “I can take a little more.”

He pressed in a little closer but moved his tongue slower. Your frustration grew as you let out a whine, trying to pull and press him closer.

“D-Doo you want me to beg for it?” you muttered before seeing the heat in his eyes, only growing stronger from what you’d suggested. Your own skin started to burn as you realized that was, indeed, exactly what he wanted. You hadn’t been planning on it, and maybe in another moment you would laugh at the suggestion, but at present he had you very worked up and as the coil in your core curled tighter any resolve you had was quickly disappearing.

“Wonwoo, please,” even though no one was around you still dropped your voice, much quieter as you pleaded with him, feeling even hotter under his gaze. “Please go faster. I-I’m getting close, s-so…”

Wonwoo rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed.

“Shut up,” you whined at purely his expression. “Please. Please just go faster. Please make me cum.” You squeezed his hand, sitting up a little and getting closer to him. “Y-You’re good at this now. I-I know you are and I told you to tease me b-but please.”

You let out a gasp as he moved his tongue faster over your clit finally. The sensation curled the coil incredibly tight in your core and your thighs trembled as they started to press in around his head. “Please keep goings” and “Don’t stops” fell off your lips as he kept you caught in his gaze until you succumbed to the pleasure.

You fell back into the grass with a cry, grinding your hips against his face. Your orgasm crashed over you in a wave, sending tingles and sensation out through every inch of your body. Your thighs squeezed tight around Wonwoo’s head until you finally fully relaxed and he pulled away from your core. He climbed up over you, bringing the blanket with him.

“You know you suck at begging,” he chuckled.

“Shut up,” you mumbled tiredly. “I can be good at it.”

“Oh so you were bad on purpose. Well t-”

You shut him up by sticking three fingers in his mouth. 

Wonwoo gave you an unamused expression, but didn’t try to remove your fingers. He just sucked on them idly while he watched you.

“I don’t have to be great at everything either,” you said, letting him suck on your fingers for another moment or two before pulling them out of his mouth.

“Was there a reason for that?” He asked.

“Of course,” you grinned, reaching under the blanket. You found the waist of his sweats easily and pushed your hand inside, earning a gasp from him as you started to pump his cock which, as you had guessed, was already hard.

“So worked up just from eating me out,” you hummed.

“I th-think it’s a good thing I enjoy pleasuring you,” he managed, voice already growing breathy as you pumped his cock quickly. “D-Don’t you?”

“You’re right,” you smirked. “I shouldn’t tease you for it if I like it. Even when you’re this hard and you haven’t even been touched until now.”

“Sh-Shut up,” he chuckled, though still pressing his hips towards your hand.

“I wonder if you could get off just from pleasuring me,” you mused. “Or would you just get worked up and frustrated?”

“J-Just frustrated,” his voice was sounding more and more whiny each time he spoke. It made your smirk grow wider as you added a small twist to your movement, relishing in his low moan. His forehead rested against yours as he panted, his hips starting to rock into your hand.

“Then we should definitely do it,” you purred. “It’ll be fun.”

“F-For y-you,” he managed.

“And you,” you added. “I never said I wouldn’t let you cum. I’m not cruel.”

“D-Don’t- Don’t s-say things l-l-like that when y-your- wh-when I-”

You chuckled at him. “Scared I’ll get some ideas? Scared I’ll just… stop?” You slowed your hand dramatically, purely for the fun of playing with him. He was so close to you and he managed to open his eyes, trying to rut his hips into your hand.

“N-No please. P-Please come on I-I-I made you c-cum didn’t I? Please, d-don’t stop,” he pleaded, pressing his nose to yours. “Please, please, plea-”

He let out a moan as you gripped his cock more tightly and started stroking him quickly. Wonwoo’s head fell into the crook of your neck and his hips bucked into your hand as he chased his high desperately. You held him close with your free hand while you worked him quickly, tempted to stop again but knowing you shouldn’t be cruel.

You thanked your lucky stars it was late enough that no one was around to hear his loud whiny moans as he finally came. You felt his hot cum drip down your fingers more and more with each pulse of his cock as his hips stuttered, falling onto the tops of your thighs.

You pulled your hand away and he let himself down on top of you, panting and trembling. You played with his hair with your clean hand and felt her arm wrap around your waist, holding himself close to you.

“Maybe I should be learning to beg from you,” you chuckled.

“God, don’t tease me now,” he whined, hiding his face in your neck.

“But you’re better at it than I am.” You chuckled. “You could teach me. I just need to hear some more of it.”

Wonwoo groaned at your comment and you chuckled, running your fingers through his hair soothingly.

“Okay okay I’ll leave it be.” You giggled. “And that oral was much better.”

“I’m a quick study,” he hummed.

“That you are. Do you wanna head back to the cabin?”

“Honestly I’m so comfy I could sleep right here,” he mumbled. “Under the stars, it’s really…”

You felt your stomach flip as his sentence trailed off, not quite sure if you wanted to know the word he didn’t say.

“If we stay out here we will be eaten alive by mosquitoes,” you said.

Wonwoo pushed himself up off your chest. “Cabin it is.”

[cosmickyeom]

seventeen, boyfriend headcanons ⋆ ﹕₊˚ things about dating jeon wonwoo !

a/n: boy do i love me some BOYFRIEND!WONU!!! if we're talking about a long-term, sweet boyfriend who adores and supports you until the end of time? i'm thinking of this man. word count: 0.4k genre: fluff wonwoo would take personal responsibility for keeping your hands warm in the winter. if you're out and about, he'd slip your joined hands into his coat pocket while offering his spare glove for your other hand. sometimes it isn't as deliberate. sometimes, you and wonwoo would be sitting on the couch, watching tv or otherwise, when his hand would inevitably reach out to take yours. maybe he's just looking for little ways to be a little closer to you. when your hand is cold to his touch, he'd bring your hand up towards him, pressing your fingertips to his lips and shifting to hold your palm to his warm cheek. it doesn't take long for him to realize what he's doing, but he's still left feeling a bit shy nonetheless. in his embarrassment, your hand would leave his as he opts for pulling you towards him, wanting to hide his face in your hair or shoulder to escape any teasings from you. notoriously known as the one who is the worst at sharing, wonwoo finds that his significant other is his lovely exception. like a child, he pulls his food out of harm's way when another member asks for a bite, but with you, he's more than willing to share the first bite. if he's the one to take the first bite, it's just so he can ensure the quality of the dish before making a little portion for you to try, too! seungkwan calls it favoritism, but wonwoo couldn't care less. it just makes him so happy seeing you happy. he greatly values the concept of sharing your lives together. since you cannot be together all the time, you guys keep each other updated through random photos and clips that you take throughout the day. it doesn't have to incredibly interesting or mind-blowing, but it's the effort that makes his heart sing. he loves getting photos of your view from your desk or of the tree that you saw on your way to work. am i convinced that he'd collect these photos to curate into an album to gift to you for an anniversary? YEP! in the same way, he also loves hearing you talk. allowing him to be there while you're indulging in your own musings is his favorite way to feel more connected to you. you could go off on tangents in the middle of your ramblings and sweet wonwoo would just thoughtfully hum along in vague agreement, maybe offering a question every once in a while to let you know that he's still listening. even if he doesn't initially understand a thing about the intricacies of your job or favorite hobby, he still loves being included in the conversation. he would remember random little facts that you told him weeks ago, catching you both off guard and giving you both a good laugh!

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

hello! i wanted to ask if can you do wonu with "if you can still walk, then we're not finished." this is my first ask and i really love your work and way of writing. thank you!

hi anon! thank you so much for the ask and your compliments🥺

He would be on break after promotions and he’d want to spend his days with you - making up for lost time, he would say, although you had a vague idea of what he meant by that.

It wasn’t until one fine morning when you felt Wonwoo’s hands sneaking under your very thin clothing, his cold fingertips softly tracing your skin as a trail of goosebumps erupts on it. You were half awake and your brain was already malfunctioning from the sensory overload. 

“W-Wonwoo..”, you mewl as you feel his lips tease the curve of your neck, his breath fanning over your skin. “Good morning, sweetheart”, he mutters, his deep, morning voice sending shivers down your spine and a wave of arousal in your panties. You could feel his erection poking your ass, but you didn’t care - you just wanted him.

You turn on your back and fumble with your flimsy panties, your neediness eliciting a chuckle from your boyfriend’s lips. “You’re so cute when you’re needy, babe”, “Just shut up and fuck me”, you groan and he shuts your mouth with a deep kiss. You moan in the kiss once you feel his cock effortlessly slip in your pussy, wondering when he took off his own shorts.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight”, “Y-Yeah, that’s because we haven’t fucked in a a while”, you retort with a small whine as you push your hips down on his cock to get more friction. “I know, sweetheart, and I intend to make up for lost time”, Wonwoo groans in your ear and attaches his lips on your sweet spot, sucking it and licking it generously. 

“You said that last night too, you know”, you say and thread your hand in his soft blond hair, your nails scraping his head ever so slightly. “Did I? Must have slipped when I was railing your pretty cunt last night”, he tweaks your nipples with his fingers and you arch your back off the mattress.

“You’re such a cocky asshole”, you moan and tug Wonwoo’s hair, but it just eggs him on and he delivers a particularly sharp thrust in your pussy that has your eyes rolling in the back of your head. “You’re gonna regret your foul mouth sweetheart”, he warns you and traces your lips with his thumb. “And why is that, Woo?”, you challenge him with a smirk and he caresses the sides of your neck with his hand, his fingers slowly wrapping around it. 

“Because I intend to keep you in bed all day and fuck you full of my cum, sweetheart”, “And what if I try to get out of the bed?”.

“That means you’ll be able to walk - and if you can, then we’re not finished”.