#wonwoo drabble

[btsvt-bar]

Fuckboy!Wonwoo going for shy!reader since he assumes they’re a virgin, just to find out reader is an absolute freak and rides him until he passes out

wonwoo bias wrecked me so much after the follow again concerts that this just came to life on it’s own. i wrote the freshman experience based off of how it is on my country and i loved writing this, so i hope you enjoy it too! ♡

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fuckboy!wonwoo who’s your game design course sunbaenim. he contradicts all paradigms about nerds, because he’s hot as fuck.

fuckboy!wonwoo who spots you on the first day of classes. he sees you walking past him in your tiny skirt and "I ♡ games" tshirt and finds you adorable.

fuckboy!wonwoo who fights with other veterans to keep you as his freshman. he loses the argument to Nayeon, the course’s student’s president, and sulks for the rest of the day.

fuckboy!wonwoo who hits on you at the bar that night. everyone’s whispering about the two of you.

since Nayeon’s done her job and warned you before hand about Wonwoo’s reputation, you turn him down nicely because you hate the attention. of course, it only spurs him on.

fuckboy!wonwoo who tried to befriend you as a way of getting into your pants (well, he’s a fuckboy after all!).

a couple months after, once he realizes you’re actually really funny and outgoing when you feel comfortable enough, he finds himself enjoying the time you two spend together.

fuckboy!wonwoo who becomes obsessed with you. he convinces himself it’ll fade away once he fucks you. but then he finds himself getting so fucking jealous when he hears you calling Seungcheol your “oppa”. he knows Cheol has a thing for you — your innocent, virgin like persona is driving every male student wild. so he feels his blood boiling when you touch his hyung’s bicep as you smile sweetly and bat your eyelashes.

fuckboy!wonwoo who gets really annoyed when his friends mock him, claiming he lost his charms and won’t get to fuck you like he would do to any other girl.

"it’s up to Coups Hyung to pop her cherry." Jeonghan holds back a laugh as Wonwoo rolls his eyes.

Like hell we will! he thinks.

fuckboy!wonwoo who tries to sleep with someone else to get off and forget about you. but it doesn’t work and he gets more frustrated than before.

fuckboy!wonwoo who offers to help you with your class project and goes to your shared dorm room on a Saturday night. you open the door and he holds his breath when he sees your super princess peach cropped shirt.

"what? it’s my favorite game" you state, with a pout in your lips, when he stares for too long.

"oh, nothing. it’s a good one." he babbles, averting his eyes from your chest. your shirt was probably old, since he could see the outline of your nipples through the white fabric. he swallows nervously, trying to shake the image of your pebbled nipples off of his head.

fuckboy!wonwoo who gets distracted by your short sleeping shorts, since they do the bare minimum to cover you up.

"Nonu, are you listening?" you complain as you shake him. his eyes are out of focus when he meets your gaze. "earth to Nonu! what are you thinking about?"

fuckboy!wonwoo who bites his lower lip and stares at you.

"i’m thinking about you, cutie." he flirts. usually, you would blush and avert your eyes. so it’s a shocker for him when your Bambi eyes transform into a siren gaze.

“what about me?" you whisper, inching closer to his face. "is it about the ways you’d like to fuck me?" that’s all it takes for Wonwoo to take off his glasses and crash his lips into yours.

fuckboy!wonwoo who gets really excited and surprised when he finds out you’re not a virgin. in fact, you’re a total freak in bed. he feels a bit fooled since you got everyone believing you’re a pure angel, but he isn’t about to complain.

not when you’re jumping up and down on his dick with your pretty boobs on full display for him.

fuckboy!wonwoo who fucks up into you with all his might, thinking that he could die happy buried in your heat like that.

you’re riding him so good, your hips grinding against his and your hands clawing at his chest. your lips are red and swollen from kissing, your head’s thrown back in pleasure. you let out quiet ah-ah-ahs that enter Wonwoo’s ears and spin down his body directly to his dick.

fuckboy!wonwoo who nearly blows his load when you ask him to choke you.

his big hand presses on your throat with minimum force, but you demand more pressure and he complies.

fuckboy!wonwoo who circles your clit and sucks your nipples to help you cum. and when you do, he follows shortly after, emptying three months worth of blue balls in the condom and nearly passes out.

fuckboy!wonwoo who cuddles you and realizes he’s been tricked.

"i’m not complaining, but i thought you were a virgin."

you laugh, turning around to face him. "and the resident fuckboy gets played." pride bubbles in your chest. Wonwoo smiles at you, his brown eyes still a bit glazed over from his high.

"i liked being played" he admits with a shy smile.

fuckboy!wonwoo who refuses to go back to his own room. thank goodness your roommate is not coming back for the night.

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[boorines]

bf!wonwoo thoughts

genre: fluff, suggestive

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bf!wonwoo who thinks everything is better if he does it with you. playing games on his computer? wordlessly hands you a controller so you can play with him. reading a book? it’s much more enjoyable if you’re resting your head on his shoulder while he turns the pages for you. wonwoo who always has your favourite mug ready when he pours himself a cup of coffee. he refuses to leave bed in the morning if you’re still asleep, only willing to start his day when you start yours. he’ll trace patterns into the skin of your arm or run a finger along the curve of your cheek while you sleep, smiling sheepishly if your eyes blink open. wonwoo who says shopping for groceries is 100%, definitely, always a two person job. doesn’t matter if it’s only to pick up a carton of milk, he’s coming with you. says it’s for ‘moral support’ (he would superglue himself to you if he could).

bf!wonwoo who is so subtly flirty it drives you crazy. eye contact with frequent glances at your lips. sly smiles and once overs, then twice overs, when you try on a new dress. a hand darting out to wipe pasta sauce off the corner of your mouth. two hands wrapping a scarf securely around your neck. wonwoo who takes every opportunity to dote on you. in private or in public. slides your joint hands into his coat pocket as you walk together. opens his coat and pulls you flush against him when you’re not warm enough for his satisfaction. picks fluff out of your hair like it’s second nature. wonwoo who notes the way your cheeks flush pink and laughs, placing a kiss to your nose. wonwoo who follows up with a kiss to your lips when your ears bloom the same shade as your cheeks. “why so shy?” he whispers. but he knows.

bf!wonwoo who thinks the sound of your laughter is the prettiest he’s ever heard. so he does everything that he can to hear it. cheesy pick up lines when you fuss over the stove with him in the morning. stupid dad jokes that make you chuckle with a roll of your eyes. his eyes trained on you as a comedy film plays on tv, praying he catches your soft laughs at the scripted jokes. wonwoo who won’t hesitate to coax them out of you if he has to. soft pokes at your stomach, victorious when you splutter out a laugh. fingers tickling the soles of your feet as they rest on his lap, pulling whiny giggles from your throat. wonwoo who has a deep frown on his features when he sees your face wet with tears and your eyes bloodshot. wipes at your cheeks and places soft kisses to your hair, warm and soothing. relieved when you give him a watery smile. makes a mental note to never let you nip to the corner store alone, even if you relentlessly insist.

bf!wonwoo who gets a little jealous even if he pretends not to. wonwoo who simmers a little when you smile sweetly at the old friend you bump into in the frozen foods aisle. wonwoo who can’t help but let out a gruff sigh when you tell him how that friend had a penchant for cracking the silliest jokes. he mumbles under his breath when you question the change in his demeanour, getting sulkier the longer it takes for you to catch on. and when you do? the shy smirk you give him makes him short circuit. wonwoo who is quick to press his lips against yours the second the door closes behind you. wonwoo who mutters things like ‘mine’, ‘my baby’ and ‘no one but me’ into the crook of your neck. wonwoo who grins smugly when you nod feverishly, pressed against the door. wonwoo who peppers your skin with kisses, returning your need for him tenfold.

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written with @waldau in mind! since wonwoo is ur ult <3 thank u for reading and enjoying my work, ur reblogs make my day!!

[wonuwonder]

“baby where did you put my headphones?” wonwoo asks, his head popping through the kitchen door.

“did you just call me baby?” you say cutely, and wonwoo blushes instantly, you’ve been officially dating for two weeks, so terms of endearment were still something new, but always lovely to hear.

“i might’ve” he says shyly, squinting his nose and eyes. you go over to where he’s standing and hug him by the tummy, looking up at him propping your chin on his chest, he hugs you back by the shoulders, you tiptoe and give him a quick kiss.

“i like it” you say, and he smiles, “i like it too” he says back and hugs you tightly.

[blue-jisungs]

comfort

author’s note. i wrote it when i needed comfort a while back so i’m posting it bc i need it once again 👍👍👍 very self-indulgent but who cares ig (also i suck at titles lately,,, where’s the flavour)

wonwoo checks his phone. the wallpaper with a picture of you while playing with a random cat on a street lights up and he glances at time. you should have called him 10 minutes ago, that’s how he knows something wrong. he’s about to dial your number when your contact name comes up, another picture of you that he loves adoring the screen: when you were imitating hoshi’s double eyelid picture.

he picked up and there was silence. when you let out a slow but shaky exhale, he already knew. his heart clenched.

“um, hi” you said weakly, voice trembling “i… uh…”

you sniffled and wonwoo immediately got up, looking for his car keys.

“i didn’t pass…” a weak murmur left your mouth, barely audible. wonwoo bit his lip; he knew how much you were stressing out and how important the exam was to you.

“hey, it’s alright. i’m sure you did your best” he reassured, his deep voice warm like hot milk with honey on a chilly day.

“well, yeah but–“ your voice cracked, followed by a sharp sob. oh how he hated to hear that sound “but i didn’t… i scored very little points and i feel like a dumb idiot who can’t even–“

“stop it, don’t say it. you’re not dumb and you’re definitely not an idiot. life is, sadly, about failures and mistakes. you failed this time but you’ll do better next time, hm?” wonwoo comforted you, the sound of your uneven breathing on the other side of the phone.

“you’re right… but still…” your voice was small. he could imagine your teary eyes, wet cheeks and the way your hands were probably trembling and picking on your skin. and he didn’t like that one bit “others…”

“with all due respect, i don’t really care about others. you can always retake the test, no?” he asked. another sniff. and probably a nod.

“yup” you hummed, letting out another sigh. this one was more heavy but wonwoo liked this one better – it meant you probably started calming down.

“i’m picking you up and we’re going to eat something, how does that sound?” he asked gently. you were supposed to celebrate but a failure doesn’t mean you can’t treat yourself good.

“i… i’d like that” you said and finally he could head you smile “can we eat some pasta though?”

“absolutely. hey, y/n?” wonwoo’s voice softened, even though you thought that was impossible

“yes?”

“i’m proud of you. i mean it” as soon as he said that, he heard a breathy chuckle “i love you. will meet you in ten minutes, okay?”

“okay. i love you too, nonu” you smiled wildly to his delight.

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[whowantshota]

perv!wonwoo please

pervert!jeon wonwoo

warnings ☆ MATURE CONTENT AHEAD, smut, inappropriate touching, pervert!wonwoo, mention of porn, wonwoo likes tits a lot, afab!reader x jeon wonwoo

a/n: possible perv!wonwoo gamer n tutor ver bc i like him too much...

possibly study sesh with pervert!wonwoo later?

pervert!wonwoo who's your best friends' roomate. he happens to see you often, since you frequent their apartment at least thrice a week.

pervert!wonwoo who notices what you wear when you come over to see mingyu. dressed in casual camisoles and shorts that show off plush thighs. you're utterly oblivious to how bad he wants his cock inside of you.

pervert!wonwoo who you start to get more comfortable with, giving him the occasional hug. tits pressed up against him and your arms wrapped around his neck. you feel so soft and you smell so good.

pervert!wonwoo who jerks off to porn that reminds him of you, and even that's not enough. edges himself till he's throbbing and red, precum dripping down the side of his length. "fuck, fuck, can't–" his glasses are low on the bridge of his nose, lenses fogged up and breathing heavy when he finally cums.

pervert!wonwoo finds out you'll be crashing at their apartment for a while—something about a situation with your landlord. he only has enough self control to make it through a day and a half, because he wakes up to find you walking around in nothing but a t-shirt and booty shorts.

pervert!wonwoo who can see your nipples pressing against the fabric of your shirt. wants to press you up against the kitchen counter and suck on them so bad.

pervert!wonwoo who gets off to how comfortable you are around him, especially when mingyu's not there. the way you slide a hand on his shoulder, tease him about something. the way you're currently letting him manhandle you into a spot against the counter.

pervert!wonwoo who's flipped you away from him, grinding his cock against your shorts. he doesn't have much time with you till mingyu's back, and he needs to cum inside of you.

pervert!wonwoo who fucks you stupid, has you drooling on the counter. he's got harsh grip on your hips while he sucks hickeys and kisses along your neck.

pervert!wonwoo who's wanted you for so long, finally gets to cum inside of that pretty pussy. "too fucking good," he groans, slips out of your cunt and pulls up your panties.

pervert!wonwoo smirks at you when mingyu gets back and he spots you talking with him. he knows you haven't even bother changing, walked around with his thick cum inside of you all day.

[joonsytip]

So It Goes || Wonwoo

Synopsis: Your acceptance of his rejection and attempt on moving on has been hurting Wonwoo to the bones, head and most significantly, his heart.

Word Count: 1.3k

Sequel to Say Don't Go and set in the Withering for You universe (can be read as a standalone drabble series).

Warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption, mention of fucking once, making out

Next Part : All Too Well

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"Take me with you, please."

Wonwoo double takes at you, finding it hard to believe that such words could come out of your mouth and not be directed at him.

You are grinning ear to ear, something you haven't done in a while.

"Are you sure because all I do is work.", Jihoon tucks a lock of hair behind your ear and says, "You'd eventually get bored of me."

"I can fill in for all the interesting things", you tell him coyly.

Seungcheol and his wife are expecting their first baby so the group decided to throw a party to the soon to be parents. The ambience is cozy, the lights are dim. Soothing music is filling in the space and after long and fun conversations all together, now you all are scattered in groups chatting the night away.

Jihoon is a new addition to the group, the prodigal musician who was initially bagged by Seungcheol's wife to manage the new branch of the academy founded by her and Seungkwan but ended up playing an important part in the reunion of Seungcheol and his wife and hence was adopted by the group instantly. Especially you, you've grown fond of Jihoon. Seems the same for him as well.

It's a pleasing atmosphere, everything is eye pleasing but also, such an eyesore to Wonwoo. Because though no one has asked him to be standing so close to you, he at his own will, is leaning against a wall adjacent to where you're seated across Jihoon who has now his hand placed atop yours. Wonwoo's teeth are sinking onto an empty cup, eyes sharp and hands fisted with all his attention spanned on you.

"You're making it so obvious."

Wonwoo turns his head to Seungcheol's whispering, the later grabs his arm and takes him away to a more secluded area. Seungcheol takes a quick jog to his wife asking her to call him if she needs anything, kisses her forehead softly and walks back to where his friend is standing.

"So what are you gonna about it?", Seungcheol asks.

Wonwoo doesn't meet his eyes, "About what?"

Seungcheol sighs, he understands where his friend is coming from and also feels guilty about his family painting this horrendous picture of the rich and powerful that has scared the person infront of him so much that he believes almost everyone is sick and twisted.

"Everyone in this room knows that you like Y/N.", Seungcheol says sadly patting his shoulder, "And not every family is sick like mine.", he smiles sweeping a quick glance at his wife, "But look we're back together, after everything, we're in love, we're gonna have a family soon. It's the best of anything I could have ever asked for."

To be honest, when Seungcheol got back together with his wife, it would given Wonwoo a hope, he could see the silver linings but he is still afraid.

"I have already rejected her and...", Wonwoo's gaze falls on you, a sad smile ghosting on his lips, "She looks happier with him, she's moving on."

You haven't looked at him once and he's unable to take his eyes off you tonight.

"You're mistaken.", Seungcheol says and hands him a filled cup, "You don't need to hold back everytime. Try living for yourself from now on."

It's not easy he thinks, not when his brother is lying unconscious, getting treated in the hospital, not when you belong to the family of chaebols, several heirs lining up to get married to you while he's just a secretary, who's still trying to meet ends.

Wonwoo doesn't hold back, he finds a seat at one of the tables and resorts to drinking which he has never done before as an obligation to himself to be the one to drive all others to safety, though never been asked.

"He's worse than her.", Mingyu tells Seungkwan.

"Shouldn't we stop him?", Chan asks, "He's drowning in his sorrows."

"Damn, Jihoon turned out to be such a great actor, even I'd have believed that there's something going on between Y/N and him, if I hadn't known.", Seungkwan mutters eyes going back and forth between the three of you, "It's funny knowing Jihoon has a motive to make Wonwoo jealous but sad knowing Y/N wants him to think she's moving on just not to be a burden to him anymore."

It's the dawn hours when Seungcheol who is as sober as day just so he could attend his wife anytime is begging everyone to dismiss the party insisting his wife needs to maintain her sleep schedule and rest well but she won't leave until everyone does.

"Okay, so my driver's coming , anyone wants to come with me?", Chan asks.

Seungkwan and Mingyu immediately tags along.

"Jihoon, Y/N what about you both?", Seungcheol asks.

"Take Jihoon with you both.", you say sighing, "I am not drunk, haven't had drinks."

"Okay, we are gonna take Wonwoo also--"

You cut off Seungcheol, "I'll take Wonwoo with me, don't worry."

No one objects, one by one they leave. You go to Wonwoo who hasn't sobered up a bit despite of the efforts of Mingyu from before.

"Come on, let's go.", you tell him, helping him to get up.

Drunk Wonwoo is chatty, his honeydew voice is eating off your ears as you struggle to put his big frame inside the car.

He's talking about how he keeps loosing the games nowadays because he lacks concentration. He talks about how happy he was when the doctors said that his brother can have a full recovery. He's spilling out random facts, cracking lame jokes and whatnot.

He's so cute, you think. You wanna record this version of him, wanna stop driving and give your full attention to him, to look at him. Because you know once he sobers up he's not gonna remember any of this, going back to his stoic self.

Seungcheol has texted you the passcode of his house and somehow you've ended on sheets under Wonwoo.

"Be here, with me", he mumbles, his soft breaths grazing your neck.

"Wonwoo, move", you huff trying to get him off you but fail one more time as his arms lock you in place.

He lifts his head to meet your gaze, removes the hair off your face and says, "You're so beautiful, Y/N. So good at everything you do, have so many people admiring you.", he smiles through the slurry words, "You could have anyone, anyone would be willing to be with you but out of all people you choose me."

You go stiff when he rests his forehead against you. And your whole body gives up when he confesses, "I love you, Y/N. Love you so much that it hurts. I'm so sorry for hurting you."

After some moments of staring, your hands attempt to push him again, "You're just drunk, you don't mean anything you're saying. Please--"

The words remain stuck in your throat as Wonwoo kisses you. His lips move softly against yours, the aftertaste of alcohol in his mouth intoxication you as well, as you find yourself giving in, kissing him back.

He takes both of your hands and pins them above your head, deepening the kiss. You moan, gasping for breath, letting his tongue lick your whole mouth. Every ounce of rational thoughts leaves your body, just like the clothes those stay discarded on his bedroom floor.

Wonwoo is fast asleep beside you, hugging your naked body after fucking you hard because you surely wouldn't call it making love.

You slowly remove his hand and get up. After putting back your clothes on, you keep the medicine and water on the sidetable.

"You probably didn't mean for any of this to happen between us.", you whisper, trying to hold back the tears, "You won't even remember all of this."

You peck the side of his head and take your leave.

When Wonwoo wakes up later, he groans because of the killer headache but also sobers up straight, panicking when he finds no traces of you in the house.

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[etherealyoungk]

new beginnings - jeon wonwoo

summary: in which a certain someone starts getting extra clingy to you, leading you to find out you're pregnant.

pairing: husband!wonwoo x fem!reader

themes: established relationship, terms of endearment, pregnancy, fluffy, comfort

warnings: reader is pregnant, mentions of nausea, throwing up, anxiety, vague mentions of intimate relations, cats

wordcount: 2.1 k

a/n: just a random idea i had and thought might be cute

you come home a bit later than usual, the smell of something delicious wafting in the air, welcoming you as you step inside your cozy home. you walk in and spot wonwoo in the kitchen, busy stirring something in a pot as you discard your bag on the couch, spotting oreo, wonwoo's cat curled up on the other end in a peaceful slumber.

you slowly make your way towards wonwoo. "hey", you say, as you stand next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder. "hi love", he responds immediatily as he presses a soft kiss to your temple as you nod. "long day?", he asks, taking in your tired expression as you nod your head.

"you're home early", you point out, as you hook your arm around his, watching him stir the pot of soup carefully so that the ingredients wouldn't stick to the bottom and burn.

"yeah, i wanted to surprise you", he says, looking at you. you smile at his words and he smiles back at you. you let go of his arm and busy yourself with setting up the table. you and wonwoo had sweet love story and were now living a happy married life, and you couldn't ask for anyone else to spend it with. wonwoo was just your person and you were his.

but wonwoo's cat on the other hand was another story. you could say that she didn't really have a thing for you. oreo had never bonded with you, and you were only allowed to give her the occasional pet before she'd walk off, uninterested in you. orea never got cuddly with you like she did with wonwoo. you were bummed at first but you decided that maybe she'd grow into you later it. but it looked like you were just going to be a side character to her.

wonwoo asks you about your day as you both eat, but he's also acutely aware of how little food you've served yourself and how you've barely touched the soup he made. "not hungry?", he prompts after a while. "i am, i'm just a little tired", you tell, feeling a bit bad because wonwoo had made your favorite soup and you barely felt like eating it. you force yourself to have at least a few spoonfuls of the spoon and finish up your rice.

it's two am and you wake up feeling nauseous so you sit up, hoping that would ease the feeling but it didn't. it was like wonwoo was so in tune with you that he could always tell when you're awake and you heard him stir beside you. "are you okay love?", he asks, his voice laced with sleep.

"just a little nauseous", you tell softly, feeling umcomfortable.

"should i make you some peppermint tea?", he asks, now sitting up beside you. he doesn't wait for your answer as he heads to the kitchen to make it for you regardless. he comes up and places the steaming mug of peppermint tea on your bedside table, as he sits down next to you. his hand finds yours as he laces his fingers in your hand, looking at you, worried. after a few sips of the tea, you feel slightly better and you're now cuddled in wonwoo's arms as you lay your head on his chest, his hands holding you safe from the world.

you feel the bed dip again as oreo, wonwoo's cat jumps on the bed, walking towards you both. you look at her, ready for her to go towards wonwoo but instead, she comes up to you and settles next to you. "baby are you seeing this", you tell, shocked. "looks like she's finally warming up to you", he jokes and it was like oreo understood and she meows as she looks at you before curling up beside you.

you fall asleep only to wake up an hour late as you rush into the bathroom and throw up, feeling horrible and absolutely terrible. you feel wonwoo's hand on your back a few moments later as he rubs it gently to help you. he then helps you up and you clean yourself up before he helps you back in bed.

that whole week, you battle with nausea, throwing up either in the morning or night, and feeling tired and fatigued all of a sudden. you try to brush it off, blaming it on the stress or just the flu, but wonwoo insists on going to the doctor to figure out what is going on.

you take a sick leave the next day and you're sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone when oreo comes up to you again, sitting on your stomach, giving you a little meow as she closes her eyes and goes into her meditation. you smile, feeling like you were being blessed by her presence lately. she'd started to get cuddly with you the past week and you were surprised but happy because otherwise you were going to think she was going to hate you forever.

you're aimlessly scrolling through your phone when you come across a video of a cat sitting on a lady, much like how oreo was sitting on you and as the video goes on, the lady explains how she found out she was pregnant because her cat started to get extra cuddly with her. your brain pauses and you glance at oreo, who's in a peaceful slumber on your stomach. you quickly open google, typing in if cats can tell if a person is pregnant and you gulp as you read articles and information that shows up and things slowly start adding up in your mind. this would explain all the nausea, the weird mood swings you've been having and the fatigue you've been experiencing the past two weeks. oh my god.

you gently move oreo off you, apologising to her as you grab a coat and slip on your shoes, heading to the nearest pharmacy to buy a pregnancy test. you buy two to give yourself the benefit of the doubt and now you're in your bathroom as you wait for the results of pregnancy tests. you stand a few steps back, nervous to see the results.

sure, you and wonwoo had talked about having kids of your own and it was something you both did want. you both had also taken care and been careful whenever you were intimate with each other. but now as you stand in the bathroom all alone, a feeling of dread engulfs you and pools in your stomach. you move towards the countertop and look at yourself in the mirror. it was going to be okay you thought ou close your eyes and take a deep breath and you finally find the courage to look down at the pregnancy tests laid out in front of you. you blink down as you see two lines on them bioth and let out a shaky breath as you try to ground yourself.

you didn't tell wonwoo that evening, still trying to take everything in but mostly because you didn't know how to. you were unsure and scared. but when he comes home tonight, you can't seem to hold onto this secret anymore as it seems to be eating you alive. when he comes home later that evening, you're quick to greet him as he shrugs off his blazer, his eyes lighting up when he sees you. you give him a kiss as you ask him about his day. he walks into the bedroom to change and you follow him. "what's going on in that pretty little mind of yours", he asks as he loosens his tie and takes off his watch. "how do you know something is going on?", you ask. "because you only follow me around when you have something you want to get off your chest", he tells, coming towards you. you find it sweet that he's picked up on his piece of information and observed, he knew you too well.

"okay fine, i do have something to tell you", you say finally as you move closer to wonwoo. you look up at him and he patiently waits for you to speak. but as you're looking at him and trying to find the right words and how to get them out, you find yourself getting overwhelmed with emotion all of a sudden and you're tearing up. your gaze flickers to the side of the room and down before you look back up but wonwoo is keen to pick up on his.

"what's wrong sweetheart?", he asks as you try with all your might to hold the tears in, trying to blink back your tears, but you can't and they flow down your cheeks and before you know it you're crying. wonwoo pulls you into his arms, his hand running up and down your back softly in an attempt to soothe you. "did something happen?", he asks, worried as his gaze softens.

you sniffle as you look at him, still in his arms. "no- i-i- don't know why i'm crying god i feel like an idiot", you tell as wonwoo cups your face, gently wiping away your tears with his thumb. "you're not", he assures you and he holds your gaze as he looks at you sweetly, not forcing you to say anything.

he gently moves you to the bedside and sits you down looking at you deeply, a hit of worry laced in his gaze. you'd been off this entire week and he was worried.

"are you okay?", he asks again, gently as he looks at you, his hand intertwined in yours.

"i-im pregnant", you finally tell softly and in the quiet room it was like your words echoed in the air. wonwoo blinks at you and you can see the wave of emotion he goes through.

"i took a pregnancy test, two in fact and they both came back positive", you add, looking at wonwoo to see his reaction.

"you're pregnant", he repeats like he was testing how the words would sound on his lips. "we're pregnant", he says again and you nod.

"i'm pregnant", you tell, tearing up again. "we're pregnant", you say again.

you find yourself tearing up again and wonwoo cups your cheek. "but what if i'm not ready, i'm scared", you add softly and wonwoo is quick to embrace you in another hug.

"i think, no i know that you're going to be a great mother love", he tells. "and remember, you're not alone in this, i'm right here and i'll be here with you every step of the way", he adds as he hugs you tighter.

you pull away, looking at him and you smile. "i love you", you say. " i love you more", he says, making you smile.

"i can't believe we're going to be parents", he says in a soft excitement as he kisses your forehead.

"you know, oreo was the first one to know", you say and he furrows his brows in confusion.

"what do you mean?", he asks, his hands resting on waist. "that's why she's been so clingy and cuddly to me these last two weeks. she knew i was pregnant, cats can sense it", you explain and his interest is piqued by this piece of information. "should we make a bet on if oreo's going to befriend our kid or not", he says and you snort, chuckling at his suggestion. god how you loved him and his silly antics. "i'm gonna bet she will befriend him, she already has technically", you add before leaning in wonwoo's chest again.

-bonus scene-

you're laying on the couch, now six months along your pregnancy and your bump is growing healthily. wonwoo's been so sweet and supportive throughout it all, from helping you when you were puking your guts out from morning sickness to getting you all your pregnancy cravings even if they were weird.

you hear the door open, wonwoo walking in with takeaway from your favourite cafe because you were craving a red velvet cake. he triumphantly lifts the bag as he walks in, putting it down on the table as he sees oreo perched on your belly.

"i think out kid is going to be a cat lover", wonwoo says. "imagine if they're not", you add as wonwoo hands you the cake box and you take it, the sweet smell already filling the air. you take a bit and sigh, content and offer wonwoo a bite.

just then you feel the baby kick and oreo looks alert, wondering where the little movement came from as she looks around and looks at you with a questioning look. "baby, did you see that?", you ask. the baby kicks again and oreo looks around again and glances at your belly before meowing at you and you chuckle. "aww she felt the kick", you tell. wonwoo smiles as he looks at you, his heart overflowing with love as he thinks about how lucky he is and how grateful he is

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[wonwoosstuff]

wonwoo x f.reader; just them having a sexy time as a couple (established relationship); 18+

“Hm, you like that don’t you, sweetheart?” you whispered seductively in your boyfriend’s ear, gently cupping his face with your hands.

The two of you do not even remember how you’ve gotten to this point. Somehow you’re suddenly sitting on Wonwoo’s lap straddling him on your soft couch.

Tonight was one of those nights where Wonwoo planed on taking things slow. The mood of the living room— with having no lights on besides the couch lamp that illuminated the two of you— took the romantic atmosphere to another level.

Simultaneously the opened window blew a soft but cooling night breeze into the room causing you to shiver. The slow make out session was interrupted by your complaint:

“Wonu~can we please close the window? It’s really cold in here.”

A brief moment of silence. You looked at him with confusion.

“Wonwoo?”

“Let’s get you warmed up then.” He answered unhinged. Yet, these simple words created a mess of butterflies in your stomach.

Your boyfriend swiftly grabbed your waist and laid you softly down on the couch facing you contemporaneously. You drooled over the way he took off his shirt rapidly, then taking off his glasses to exempt you from getting hurt. The sight of a shirtless, well-built and shoulder-rich Wonwoo made your jaw slightly drop. Something about his movements were just so— breathtaking and sexy— even if these are considered normal in society.

You quickly looked away from him not expecting him to grab your jaw to make you face him directly.

“I want you to focus on me, love.” His fox-like gaze pierced through you. Wonwoo made sure that your eyes were not leaving his. Keeping eye contact during sexual intercourse was his one and only priority.

“Ugh, I can’t do this. You’re j-just so—“

“So?” He raised his eyebrow curiously.

“So intimidating and sexy” the last part of your sentence was mumbled however your boyfriend still heard it. Wonwoo’s reaction to your little confession was a smile followed by a deep chuckle. “Cute” was the last comment that he left on your shameless confession before connecting your lips with his.

The man continued to kiss you passionately as he put his arms steadily next to your head to support his weight. Wonwoo practically caged you into his trap. Nobody would even think that you were lying under him— that’s how wide his shoulders reached.

He began making his way slowly to your chest pulling your Tshirt up to reveal a better view of your breasts. To be more frank, all you had on were panties. Walking around with a bra was in fact very uncomfortable.

“I can’t believe you’re all mine, love.” He admired while pecking your cleavage.

“Baby?”

“Mhm?”

“Are you not going to take my shirt off?” You asked while looking up your boyfriend.

Wonwoo left a smooch on your belly button and answered: “Later, babe, later.”

You nodded and were curious about his upcoming plans. The first part of the plan was massaging your boobs. He was utterly skilled with his fingers due to his gaming abilities. So he used them as nipple torture.

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Your boyfriend had your legs laying on his shoulders for the past 30 minutes. He didn’t show any mercy and pounded into your arousal senseless. To support yourself you found your way to his hands intertwining your fingers with his fingers.

Your fucked out and flushing face turned him on making him go harder on you. Keeping up with Wonwoo’s pace was difficult, almost impossible.

He had one hell of stamina.

Wonwoo hasn’t really been moaning much — unlike you— instead he preferred to keep his calm and bite his lips to focus on hitting your g-spot perfectly.

“Ugh—W-Wonwoo— I can’t do this anymore, p-please spare me.” You could barely speak to him.

All you could see was a blurry silhouette of your boyfriend— that’s how good he made you feel.

“Oh yes, princess, you can.” He implied with his deep voice while also letting go of your hands.

“You look so hot like this.” A comment he wanted to share hours ago. Now he finally said it.

Wonwoo pulled you closer by your ankles to get deeper access to your g-spot — and it worked.

“Does this make you feel good, darling?”

“Mhm, y-yes!” you replied while moaning helplessly.

Wonwoo pecking your ankles while smirking at you was your last straw. He knew it turned you on.

He knew all of your weaknesses.

However your biggest weakness was your boyfriend getting to close to you and your ear.

And today seemed like your lucky day. He still was focused on thrusting harshly into you but leaned forward to meet your gaze directly. This resulted into you looking away quickly to not meet your boyfriend’s seductive gaze.

“Will you focus on your man, hm? Trust me, you don’t want me to turn this into a punishment.” He said while grabbing your jaw once again.

You began to hold onto his shoulders since his thrusting became sloppier. Still, it was hard to keep the eye contact.

“Are you warm enough, love?” He asked softly making you smile.

©️ wonwoosstuff do not copy or translate!

[jeonhwang]

11:31pm

To me, Wonwoo is very much a kisser. Cheeks, lips, shoulders and forehead.

Your lips, no doubt is his favourite to kiss. He can kiss your for hours if he is given the time. The first thing he does early in the morning, kissing your lips. A peck that turns to a few pecks, and then sealing it with a lingering kiss that eventually wakes you up from sleep. He loves it when he swallows the small noises you make, the grunts and soft moans.

His forehead kiss, is his signature "I love you" gesture. Sometimes he does it right before sleeping, once he has you in his arms. Not much of a cuddler, but Wonwoo still pulls you to his chest just to kiss your forehead. It often comes with back rubs, which you absolutely can't sleep without since Wonwoo does it every. single. time. It is also a "see you soon" kiss. When he leaves for tour, he can't stop kissing your forehead, and he keeps on it until the very last minute. Hoping that you know, just how much he loves you. It is also an "I'm sorry" kiss. Rarely happens, but when it does happen, be sure that Wonwoo will kiss away all the tears and frustration after every fight. "I'm sorry you feel this way, I should've voice it out. Forgive me, my love." That is just the man that he is.

Your shoulders, definitely one of his weaknesses, is the spot he kisses whenever they are exposed. He can't explain it, his lips are practically tingling to kiss the skin of your shoulders as soon as he sees them. And it will not be only a peck of two, he bites them too. Wonwoo has this itch in him, to absorb you into his body when he sees your shoulders, that is how much it affects him.

Your cheeks. Just. So. Kissable! Wonwoo sometimes dive in too hard, at those times when he is just full of affection, that his nose bridge hit your cheekbones. It hurts so bad, and has been happening so frequently you can almost see the bruise on yourself. He kisses your cheeks aggressive especially after touring for so long, he needs to recharge and smell your skin to calm himself down. He does it like a cat sometimes, purposely rubbing his cheek with yours, trying to "disturb you reading because you weren't paying attention to him."

You love his kisses. Each and every one of it. He makes kissing so fun and addictive, you can never have enough. You're not complaining of course! Wonwoo is the most considerate person in the entire universe, he will give you every type of kisses in the world and some more. That is just Wonwoo.

[heennnngggggarae]

01.35 PM

A/n : Since HHU drabble has the most vote, here it is! also I know I mentioned floor time here BUT it's not the same as the therapy form with the same name so please don't come for me, anyway as usual, please like and/or reblog if you like it, and don't be shy to tell me what you think about it! MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAY EVERYBODY!

Before Wonwoo stepped into the apartment he expected 2 things.

The first one being greeted by the sight of you playing with the cats since you told him it’s your day off, and the second being the apartment lights are on. Not being tripped by your body laying down on the floor in the dark, and when you don’t move at all concern fills him instantly. 

“Babe?” 

No answer. Shit, are you hurt? Did you faint? Or worse DEAD?!?!? No, Wonwoo’s a logical person, there’s no way he’d think that, but when it comes to you it seems like logic flew through the window.

He approached your body before shaking it softly. “Babe?”

No movement, but there’s a pulse from where he held your hand, and your breathing isn’t as relaxed so you’re not sleeping.

“Babe?”

“Yeah?”

Oh thank God. the second you answered him with your own question he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tight. 

“I thought you were dead,”

“What? I’m not dead,” You straighten up before wrapping your arm around him for comfort. 

He kissed your forehead before resting your head on his neck. He smells of sweat and musk, but there’s a hint of fruit in it making you inhale his smell deeper.

“You were laying on the floor, not moving even after I tripped,”

“Sorry, I was having my floor time”

He hummed, the vibration went through your head, calming you in a sense.

“Floor time? What’s that?” 

Silence filled the room before you answered him.

“Just me laying down on the floor, thinking about stuff”

“What stuff?”

“I don’t know, anything”

He hummed again before letting you go.

“Mind if I join you?”

You smile before pushing him off.

“Go take a shower first, and I might consider it”

He chuckled as he stood up to go to the bathroom, now realizing the apartment was quieter than before, he asked you.

“Where’s our cat?”

“Vernon and Seungkwan are babysitting them”

“Oh. WHAT?!”

[boorines]

as sweet as peaches | jeon wonwoo

wonwoo sits cross-legged on the floor, ikea manual laying open on his lap. the half built coffee table sits upside down in front of him, loose screws and nails scattered around the piece of furniture.

“did you find the piece that goes in this corner?”, you ask in confusion from your spot on the floor opposite wonwoo, one hand holding what you think is one of the legs of the table. “is it this one?”

your boyfriend looks up at you and breathes out an amused laugh, cheeks puffing up. “that’s the spare piece, gorgeous”.

you look at him, cocking an eyebrow, “you sure, wonu? because the last time you said something was a spare”, you point at the singular leg attached to the table, “that fell off”.

he grins sheepishly, “well… uh, maybe it could come in handy”. you shoot him a fond smile.

you both work on the piece of furniture for a while, sneaking glances at each other and giggling at lame jokes, before you stand up and wordlessly walk over to the kitchen. wonwoo follows your movement with his eyes, pushing his glasses up his nose as he does so.

you disappear behind the kitchen counter before re-emerging with a plate of sliced peaches and tangerines. setting it on the floor beside wonwoo you mumble, “odd combination, but it’s all i could find”. you peer at him and the softness you see in his eyes makes heat crawl up your neck.

“i love you”, he whispers.

“because of peaches?”, you ask shyly, taking a seat beside him.

“nope”, he breathes out, “peaches are just a bonus”. he picks up a fuzzy slice and holds it up to your lips. you accept the bite gratefully.

“the tangerines, then”, you mumble around a mouthful of fruit.

wonwoo laughs, it’s a very pretty sound, you think. low and deep, yet airy and relaxed. your giggles join his, the room filling with innocent laughter.

the two of you continue to tinker with the coffee table, occasionally nibbling on pieces of fruit. with the build almost complete, you lean back on the heels of your palms, surveying your work.

“not bad for two amateurs”, you declare with a grin. “i think we could build all of ikea if we wanted to”.

wonwoo chuckles, “we’ll have many days of building furniture in our future”. you look at him in question. “dressers, bookshelves, cribs”, he elaborates.

your eyes widen and you feel your cheeks burn fiery red. cribs… baby cribs? did you hear him wrong? did he say it on purpose?

he turns to you, eyes dancing and cheeks slightly pink. oh. definitely on purpose.

you look at him, lips parted ever-so-slightly.

“one day, i mean… if you want to”. he whispers.

you don’t have a response. you’re breathless and giddy and so in love.

leaning forward, you press your lips against wonwoo’s. soft and careful. he hums in contentment against your mouth, kissing you back with fervour.

his hand trails up your arm to your cheek, cupping your face like you’re as delicate as fine china. his other hand snakes around your waist, resting against the small of your back. he kisses you slowly, and when he feels you smile against his lips he melts. to him, this is bliss.

you pull away, breathless and heart racing. and suddenly, you’re 16 again. too shy to meet wonwoo’s eyes, a soft blush colouring your cheeks when he squeezes your hand with a hum.

“baby?”, he peers at you, trying to catch your attention.

when you finally look up at him, he’s dazzled by the stars in your eyes. the very same ones he thinks you hung up in the sky.

“you’re too much”, you mumble, just above a whisper. the chuckle it coaxes out of him drives the feeling deeper.

he drops a quick kiss to your cheek, his eyes dripping honey.

you point to the unfinished coffee table in front of you with furrowed brows, “we’ve been neglecting our magnum opus”.

his bright laughter booms throughout the room. “i don’t think an ikea coffee table is our magnum opus, baby”. he thinks he knows what will be, but he doesn’t say it. he’s hinted at it enough today. instead, he picks up a handful of screws and the last remaining leg of the table.

you take up a purely supportive role. handing him missing screws or nails you see him hunting for. you lean against the couch behind you, silently watching your boyfriend finish the rest of the build. you admire the way his hands move deftly to hammer in nails, the way he pushes the sleeves of his sweater further up his arms, the way he adjusts his glasses on his nose when they start to slip.

you’re happy, you think. just silently being in his company.

“finished”, he declares, pushing himself off the floor and offering you a hand to pull you to your feet. you stand beside him and look down at your work.

“not bad, jeon wonwoo”, you praise.

“not bad yourself”, he responds with a squeeze of your hand. he smiles fondly when he feels you squeeze back.

he looks at you, eyes warm, and drops a chaste kiss to you lips.

warmth floods your body. he’s just so sweet, you think.

“you taste like peaches”, he mumbles.

he’s as sweet as peaches.

—

ahh wonwoo…

writing this was really fun!! sweet wonu thinking about how urs and his masterpiece will be ur baby…omg

i hope u enjoy this one! as always, my requests and asks are open <3

[wonuwonder]

kitchen talk ✦ jeon wonwoo

they’re fighting, … again, but it gets hot

content: 1.5k words, fluff, smut, fem reader x wonwoo. established relationship. warnings: slight manhandling, unprotected sex (pls wrap it) anything else lmk! minors dni

Wonwoo and you had had a fight, about something that you couldn’t even remember anymore, so now you were locked inside your room completely ignoring your boyfriend who was left behind in the living room. You heard him turn the tv off about half an hour ago, so he probably was already sleeping by now.

As the fight had happened right before dinner, you were starving, you hadn’t eaten anything since launch, and when Wonwoo came to the door afterwards to bring you something to eat, you were way too stubborn to accept it.

You got up to got to the kitchen, careful not to wake him up as you opened the door that connected to the living room. His back was turned against your room, so he didn’t notice. You opened the fridge and found the little bowl he had left for you, with a post-it that said;

‘Please eat, let’s talk later’

It warmed your heart honestly, making you smile lightly, knowing he would do something like this even if you were arguing. You put it in the microwave, trying to make as less noise as possible, you knew your boyfriend had a light sleep.

Turning around you found him staring at you leaning against the fridge with his arms crossed in front of his chest, scaring the hell out of you. He was wearing a long sleeve shirt that made his muscles stand out, and a pair of grey sweatpants that drove you crazy.

“Wonwoo! god - you gasped- you scared the shit out of me!”

“Oh i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to-“ he smirked mockingly at your reaction and suddenly you could remember everything about your stupid fight earlier. The microwave beeped, telling you your food was ready so you turned around to plate it.

Your boyfriend let out a deep sigh and approached you from behind, resting his two big hands on the counter in front of you, locking you in front of him. You froze for a second, but kept doing your thing with the food, trying your best to ignore his presence. But he was determined to fluster you, he hid his head in your shoulder, making you shiver, as he started leaving sloppy kisses all around your neck.

“…Wonwoo- you sighed- what do you want?” you asked.

“Your attention” he answered softly and it almost broke your heart.

You gave up, now resting your head against his chest meeting his eyes, as he was much taller than you. He burried his head in the crook of your neck, hugging you from behind inhaling your sweet smell.

“I’m sorry y/n, let’s not fight anymore, i should’ve listened to you” he continued to kiss your neck

“i’m sorry too, we always get too riled up instead of talking-” you turned your head towards him and gave him a quick peck “now let me eat because i’m starving” you continued.

“You know what?, I have a better idea” he said slowly biting the hem of you ear, he let go of his tight grip resting one hand against the counter again, and the other on your waist, pressing you from behind with his crotch, grunting softly, making you feel his growing erection.

“Staring at your ass is always fun until it leaves me like this” he kissed your neck, definitely leaving a mark this time, making you whimper in pleasure.

You were wearing one of his big t-shirts and panties which meant easy access, so he quickly presses his hand against your clothed pussy.

“I barely touched you and you’re this wet already?” he asks smirking- “weren’t you supposed to be mad at me babe?” he scoffs.

“Loose the attitude or you’re not getting anything” you say half annoyed half turned on by his banter.

He starts to move his fingers in circles against your clit, but he stops turning you around, grabbing your thighs, “Up” he says and you do so, sitting on the counter, intertwining your legs around his hip, he squeezes your thighs and starts kissing you passionately, the kiss getting hotter by the minute.

He starts toying with the hem of your shirt dying to get it off, and you do just that, displaying yourself for him, you weren’t wearing a bra.

“Fuck you’re so beautiful y/n” wonwoo says.

He gets closer to you and starts playing with your tits, licking your nipples making you moan instantly, caressing the other with his hand. When he kisses your mouth again, you start tugging at this shirt, desperately trying to see more of him.

“Get it off” you demand.

“Okay, bossy” he scoffs, and does just like you told him - god he was ripped- you thought.

You feel his abs almost instantly, trying to bring him more against you, although it was physically impossible to be closer, you couldn’t get enough of him.

“Like what you see?” he says with the biggest smirk on his face, kissing you again.

Settling his hands on your thighs he spreads you open, almost drooling at the sight, he moves your panty to the side and inserts one finger, you exhale deeply and start kissing him again, in between kisses he presses another finger to your entrance, grunting on your lips, making you moan, arching your back, your perky nipples touching his chest.

“Wonwoo I- I need you” you moan in-between kisses.

Extending your hand to stroke his bulge from under his pants, it was painfully hard by now.

“Fuck” he grunts.

He looses his pants and boxers at the same time and his cock springs out almost reaching his belly button. You take a moment to really look at your boyfriend, he was perfect, and so fucking hot. You reach for him, and start stroking and pumping his dick again, making him moan loudly, kissing him and leaving marks on his chest and neck, while he plays with your pussy, caressing your clit and folds with his fingers.

“Babe I can’t wait much longer” he says.

You stop to look him in the eye and kiss him again.

“Me neither” you reply, your lips already swollen from all the kissing.

He stretches the straps of your panties making them hit your skin lightly, reminding you still got them on, you gasp out loud from the sudden flick.

“Off, baby, now” he demands - how could he be so hot?- you thought.

You do as he says and get them off very slowly taking your time to tease him, as he follows you carefully with his eyes, you spread yourself even more on top of the counter, making him drool. He grabs your thighs and pulls you closer to him roughly, the both of you moaning as his dick grazes your entrance, and you start rubbing yourself impatiently against him, coating yourself and him with your wetness.

“Fuck Wonwoo you’re so big” you whimper.

“You can take it” he grunts back reassuring yourself -as always- and positions himself in front of your entrace.

His cock was long and thick, he starts making his way inside of you, it wasn’t even half in, and you already felt so full, gripping your thighs he pushes all of his cock inside you, stretching you open, making you cry out loud because of the stretch.

“That’s right baby, you can take it” you suck a breath in and while he waits for you to adjust to his size.

He leaves soft kisses all over your chest and shoulders.

“Alright move, I need m-more” you say, and in no time he’s moving slowly inside of you, and when you relax more into him, he starts picking up the pace. “Ugh you feel so good baby” you moan arching your back for him, pulling his hair.

“Oh yeah? you like that?” he grunts and goes harder on you, already taking you to the edge.

“Wonwoo i’m- i’m close”, he thrusts in one more time and pulls out of your pussy, making you clench around nothing.

He pulls you down, turning your hips around, and bends you over the counter, manhandling you like crazy, which turned you on even more. He smacks your ass and grips it tightly spreading your cheeks for him, meeting your entrance again with his cock, all you can do is moan and whimper in pleasure, taking what your boyfriend gives you. You rest your hand against the marble counter steading yourself as he’s pounding you from behind.

“Fuck you feel so good around me” he whimpers, gaining nothing but a moan from you back.

“I’m-m gonna” you start, barely getting your words out.

“I know baby me too” you can feel his cock throbbing inside you, clenching hard around him as he thrusts deeply into you.

You both come undone at the same time, breathing like crazy. His thrusts become sloppy as he moves in a couple more times and then slowly pulls out of you, his cum dripping out of your cunt.

He flips you around to look at you. You’re both smiling like idiots, resting your forehead against his, he kisses you softly. Feeling you get tired he picks you up and you wrap your legs around his hips, grunting lightly at the sensation again.

“C’mon baby, lets get washed up and eat together this time” he says finding your gaze in the dim light of the kitchen, leaving a quick kiss to your lips again. Gosh you loved him so much.

an: posted a new wonwoo drabble smut🤭 toast rule (m)

[blue-jisungs]

gamer bf!wonu hcs

authors note. inspired by the fact that a) i love gamer bf things b) i love wonwoo c) i’m a loser d) im a loser who plays ow and i had an encounter with another wonwoorideul while playing ow.

gamer bf!wonwoo who lets you use his gaming set up, having a separate account. he knows you use it for academic stuff or to watch youtube and whatever. he knows that you like all the shiny details like keyboard emiting rainbow lights when you touch a key. or the cute hamster commuter mouse he bought you (and sometimes uses it too when he’s too lazy to switch to his professional gaming mouse)

gamer bf!wonwoo who buys the games he thinks you’d like. if you don’t — it’s not like he’s poor, right? he usually ends up playing the games eitherway...

gamer bf!wonwoo who loves explaining and showing you how the games work. either the ones he bought for you or the ones he plays. and you genuinely love to listen and try the games, especially when his large and warm hands are atop yours and guide you <3

gamer bf! wonwoo who – maybe in a cheesy manner – says that you’re his good luck charm. not that we wins only when you’re here because he is a good player but it brings him more joy when you’re around. even if you’re just absentmindedly scrolling on insta while on his lap.

gamer bf! wonwoo who once entered his room and saw you playing one of the games he plays. and… you were rocking. and enjoying yourself. wonwoo was shocked, to say at least, but also proud. and happy!!

you mumble shyly and explain that you started playing the game because of him, it seemed fun and you wanted to surprise him… and you didn’t notice that he didn’t log off

and gamer bf!wonwoo couldn’t be more happy that you can share hobbies, he loves playing with you 🥹 he buys another pc set up eventually, letting you pick all the color themes and accessories you want hehe

gamer bf! wonwoo who doesn’t hesitate to jump on vc when someone is insulting you … even nasty 12yos are scared of his deep voice hehe~~

and gamer bf! wonwoo who cheers on you when you have a kill streak or play of the game… he’s all over you, pecking your face while you’re giggling and squirming because you can’t see your screen >_<

gamer bf! wonwoo who spoils you with capital S. that man will not take no as an answer when he knows there’s a pretty skin for your fav character!! buys you battle passes, coins, accessories… whatever you want!! will also be a sucker for matching things, like key chains with signature weapons of your fav characters or matching pfps with game characters that players ship hehe

you and your gamer bf! wonwoo who may be a loser but still loves you the most — and will even sacrific his sleep schedule do pull an all-nighter and play games with you <3

masterlist <3

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[jjuniehao]

[08:41 pm]: jeon wonwoo

“did you know that snails can nap for up to three years?” you whisper, hopeful eyes staring up at your boyfriend’s face from your place on his chest, desperate for even just a crumb of his attention.

are you being a little dramatic? probably. but wonwoo should be used to your dramatics by now.

you can’t even blame him for being this engrossed in the book he’s reading — after all it’s the book you were supposed to read together, only for you to sheepishly admit to finishing it all by yourself in just two days. wonwoo just gave you a disapproving look and told you that he’d postpone all date activities until he finished the book as well in order to get you two to be even again.

this was your punishment, of sorts.

wonwoo just hums, one of his hands leaving the pages of the book to rub along your back in acknowledgment and before you can get the chance to bathe in the little attention he spared you, his hand is gone again.

you sigh dramatically, body going limp and letting your head fall down against his chest. “did you know that lack of attention will cause a broken heart?” you try again, not looking at him this time but rather choosing to nuzzle into his neck instead.

you seem to catch his attention this time, since his eyes leave the page for the first time in an hour, small smile playing on his lips and brows raised in question, “is that so, baby?”

you nod silently, sighing deeply for full dramatic effect. he hums as if in deep in thought, his hand finding the back of your head, pressing you a little closer to himself.

“and how do we prevent a broken heart?” he murmurs, letting the book fall shut and placing it on the bedside table. you can’t bite back the smile that breaks out on your face, because evidently, you won.

“well, first, a kiss,” wonwoo hums in response, urging you to keep going, “then a backrub and…maybe some takeout from the dumpling place we like?” you lift your head to finally look at him, hopeful spark in your eyes at the prospect of your favourite dumplings, only to be met with the goofiest, most smitten look you’ve ever seen on your boyfriend’s face.

“in that specific order?” wonwoo grins and you pretend to think about it for a second, even rubbing your chin for good measure. “no, as long as all three conditions are met, heartbreak is averted!” he snorts at you, suddenly reaching forward and pulling your face closer, peppering soft kisses all over.

wonwoo squishes your face, love downright pouring out of his eyes, “i love you,” he places a kiss on your forehead, almost as if to emphasise his point, “let’s get you your dumplings and that backrub, hm?”

[sluttyminghao]

kwon soonyoung x jeon wonwoo x reader - suggestive, leaning towards nsfw. unedited

let me know if u want a second part mwah <3

there were two reasons you loved going to the gym past 9pm. reason 1: kwon soonyoung. reason 2: jeon wonwoo.

It started a few months ago, when work had gone into overtime and you couldn't get to the gym until late. it was a way for you to destress and work any extra energy out of your system before your early morning commute. the gym was much quieter now; most gymgoers had retired to their homes and only a few stragglers were left.

today was your day to do cardio, so you headed over to the treadmills and set yourself up. within only moments, your peaceful warm-up was interrupted by two rowdy men, seeming to be shoving each other to try and make the other fall off their treadmills.

you could only roll your eyes and increase your speed to take your mind off them, your walk turning into a jog. they seemed to be having a playful argument of some sort, but if you were completely honest it was just pissing you off.

"can you guys shut up? im trying to concentrate on my workout." your voice was like venom, spitting poisonous words towards the two men who seem astonished that you have a voice and spoke up. they look at each other briefly, before jumping off their own treadmills and walking towards yours.

you feel your heartbeat quicken, and it's not just from the cardio. these two men are insanely attractive, and you've basically just created some kind of dialogue between them which could lead any which way.

"so, the tiger has claws, huh?" the taller of the two comments, watching your chest rise and fall eagerly. you roll your eyes and ignore him, staring straight ahead into the carpark. you can feel their eyes burning into your body, watching it heave with every step on the treadmill.

"what do you guys want?" you huff, slightly slowing down your jogging pace to catch a breather. they once again make eye contact with you, small smirks plastered on their features, and you try so hard not to look at them.

"we want to show you a good time," the shorter one pipes up, his hand slowly trailing along your arm and sending shocks of electricity shooting through your body. it almost makes you trip over your own feet, and makes both men chuckle.

your mind is racing with a million thoughts but mainly narrowed in on what they mean by a good time. the thought of them fucking you here sends a hot flush down your body, and you can feel it pooling in your panties.

"lets go to the sauna, there's no one in there and it's soundproof. by the way, my name is wonwoo and that's soonyoung," the taller one thumbs at the shorter, who shoots you a toothy grin. "why am i telling you our names? because you'll need to know them for later. come and join us in the sauna and we can show you another way to do some cardio, sweetheart."

the pair walk away to the sauna, towels slung over their shoulders and removing their shirts along the way. you gulp and turn off the treadmill, your heartbeat pounding against your ribcage. mindlessly, you let your body move towards the sauna, and are met with two grinning faces, towels hung low on their waists and erections prominent.

"well, lets get that cardio in."

[eoieopda]

one to ten | jww

summary: your roommate may not know how to help you feel better, but that won’t stop him from trying. pairing: jeon wonwoo x reader au: roommates to ?, pining, sick fic type: drabble (hurt/comfort, fluff) rating: pg13 — still, minors do not have my consent to interact with my content. cw: gn!spoonie!reader; downbad!best boi!super shy!roommate!wonu; chronic illness/pain is implied but no diagnosis is specified; hand-holding 👁️👄👁️; barely proofread because brain fog, lol. a/n: this is super self-indulgent and based on my own personal experience with chronic illness (fibromyalgia), so it may be different than yours!! wc: 1k

Wonwoo isn’t psychic, but he knows that something is up the second he gets home from work.

Walking through the door of your shared apartment, he moves immediately to deposit his keys on the nearby hook and finds that yours are already there. Odd, he thinks, given your habit of imposing your own overtime. Your commute is shorter than his, and you still never beat him back here.

He looks down as he toes off his shoes, carefully maneuvering them across the mat to avoid both your heels and your sneakers, which don’t seem to have budged since this morning. Wonwoo frowns. It’s rare for you to skip out on the gym at the end of the day, but it’s unheard of for you to miss work — even when you should, in his non-expert opinion.

That’s a bit of a red flag, he’ll admit.

Wonwoo locks the door behind him, pads off across the kitchen and through the adjoining living room, and eventually stops at your bedroom door. It’s cracked open — a secret code of yours, he’s learned. One that means you don’t want to be alone, but you feel the need to warn him about what’s on the other side. Usually, it’s you, deflated in your bed in a way that you find embarrassing. Still, even on your worst days, he’s never seen you look bad. 

He’s not convinced that you could if you tried.

Softly, Wonwoo raps his knuckles against the doorframe to warn you. In response, he gets a muffled, “Hello?” It wraps around his heart and squeezes just a little. He loves that about you; how gentle your voice is when everything else you’re experiencing feels the opposite.

You lift your head up just enough to make eye contact with him as he slips through the doorway, and you smile. If it aches to do so, you pretend like it doesn’t.

He clears his throat awkwardly. “Hey.”

Admittedly, this is the part that Wonwoo feels he’s worst at. He’s never quite sure what to ask or what he can do to help, always simultaneously afraid of being patronizing or too hands-off. It’s a balancing act; his equilibrium is off.

And, god, he’s so shy when it comes to you. He can’t make himself act on any of the comforting impulses he absolutely has, so he simply pauses at the end of your bed and sweeps his eyes over your frame. A triage of sorts, he supposes.

You’re on your right side, hugging a hot water bottle, and there’s a Munchlax plush between your knees to keep them separated. Your left hip hurts, he guesses. It’s probably safe to assume that the rest of you does, too. Crinkling his nose as he thinks, he asks, “One to ten?”

Another code. 

Wonwoo has to adjust the scale when you answer — three — because your three is his eleven. The good news isn’t lost on him, though: Your pain was a six during the last flare. Things may not be great, but they’ve definitely been worse.

“Mostly just tired,” you sigh, as if you can hear the calculations he’s running in his head. “I was this close —” You lift an arm and pull your thumb and index finger in so that they’re almost touching. “— to making it out the door this morning.” 

Dropping your arm again slowly, you pat the space next to you in silent invitation. Wonwoo’s body hesitates, even though his pulse doesn’t. It’s par for the course, unfortunately for him.

He wonders how many moments like this need to pass before his palms don’t sweat anymore. Will filling the spot next to you on your bed, on the couch, or even in your passenger seat ever not affect him like this?

Maybe not.

He’s okay with that, so long as you keep giving him the opportunity.

You laugh, and it single-handedly diffuses the tension in his posture. “I think the side of the bathtub got taller. I almost had to yell for you to haul me out of there, but I managed.”

“Proud of you.” He’s chuckling now, too, but that doesn’t undermine how much he means it. Getting your body to cooperate with you is always hardest in the mornings.

For what it’s worth, he would’ve come running if you’d called.

Carefully, Wonwoo sits down on the vacant side of your bed and scoots closer to you, knowing you’ll call him out for leaving distance and anticipating how badly he'll blush if you do. It’s so much easier for you to be close to people than it is for him, but he’s trying. 

He hopes you see that.

There’s a microscopic wince when you wiggle your way towards him. It’s replaced quickly by a satisfied little grin once you settle, your body curving around his bent knee like a puzzle piece slotting into place.

“You always run warm,” you muse. “I’m jealous.”

Wonwoo blinks, a little dumbfounded that you’ve noticed — not that he should be, really. He’s obviously picked up on a lot of trivia about you since you took over his former roommate’s lease several months back. If he knows the order of your skin care routine, it’s not weird for you to know that he can’t sleep without a fan on.

Should he have noticed this about you by now?

Curiosity makes him bold, apparently. He pulls his palm off the mattress and touches his fingertips to the back of your hand. “Goddamn,” he whistles. 

His hypothesis is proven the second he touches you — you’re freezing — but Wonwoo admittedly gets a kick out of the temperature disparity. He can’t help but run the pads of his fingers absentmindedly over your skin, tracing nonsense patterns. You can’t help the pleased hum that slips out of you as you watch his ministrations; or the way your heavy eyelids start to interrupt your view. 

Even when he’s sure you’ve been lulled to sleep, Wonwoo keeps doodling. It’s got to be exhausting to exist in a body that always aches, and you deserve whatever rest you can get. Truth be told, he could probably stay like this for hours if that would help. He’d be doing the same thing at his PC, anyways, holding a mouse instead of your hand.

Yeah, he thinks, this is a much better set-up.