jeonhwang

[jeonhwang]

on second thought | jww

(where your roommate, wonwoo, has an interesting solution to all your bad dates. nothing can go wrong with two friends crossing a line, can it?)

pairing: wonwoo x f.reader genre: roommates/friends to fwb to?? | smut, tiny bit of angst if you squint rating: explicit, 18+ minors dni word count: 6.5k warnings: there's some plot here but it's mostly smut, multiple sex scenes (some quickly referenced), roommates who enter a fwb agreement, kissing, fingering, oral (f. receiving), protected sex, multiple orgasms, use of actual lube, some scratching, after care, mentions: masturbation, kitchen sex, teasing, overstimulation, edging, i think that's it.

authors note: happy birthday to my bby @wongyuseokie! i'm thankful to have met you through nets. i hope you like some wonwoo to celebrate. thank you to @wonwussy for helping me with a title, you're a savior. this is unedited because i only started it yesterday so sorry in advance. also tagging: @aaniag @gyuminusone

Another disappointing date. Another man who couldn’t even seem to let you finish a sentence. Was so intent on proving how well he could provide for you that he forgot to treat you like a person. So intent on establishing his dominance that he tried to order for you at the overpriced restaurant with too-small portions. So irritated that he paid for your dinner and drinks only for you to leave separately from him and refuse his offer to drive you home. There was no way you were letting that man know where you lived. Is it really asking too much just to have a decent date? You aren’t going to let anyone try to tell you that your standards are too high. You’re really just asking for the bare minimum. 

That’s why you’re sitting on the counter in the kitchen of your shared apartment, spilling your guts to your sympathetic roommate. His hair is messy, sticking up at odd angles in some places because he’s been playing video games for hours. Probably streaming at some point. You admire that he’s able to do something he loves to fill up most of his days. He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose and you try not to find it so endearing. But, you fail at that. He really is impossibly cute sometimes.

“Do you want a bite of this?” you ask instead, holding out the instant ramen you made as soon as you got home. 

“No, I ate earlier,” he answers. 

“An actual meal or a Wonwoo meal?” you challenge and he rolls his eyes.

“I ate real food. Go back to bitching about your date,” Wonwoo says. 

“I don’t know, maybe I was being too harsh,” you say. 

“He sounds like a fucking nightmare,” he disagrees. 

“Ugh, maybe I just need to redownload one of those apps,” you whine. Wonwoo raises an eyebrow at you. “Don’t look at me like that. I hate fucking on the first date, but I’m so pent up that I need to release it somehow. I’m going insane.” 

This makes him laugh, at least. It releases a little bit of the tension, too. You’ve lived with Wonwoo nearly three years and were friends for years before that. Nothing is secret between the two of you. Not anymore. The first time you realized he caught you getting off in your room because you didn’t think he was home was mortifying. Even if he didn’t seem to think it was a big deal. After you got over it, things settled. And in the time since, you’ve both heard the other doing a lot of things. Some of your friends think it’s weird, but you just chalk it up to the comfort of living with someone. After all, you would tell your female friends all about your sex life. Why was that weird to share with Wonwoo? 

“Toys not doing it for you?” he throws out. You only fix him with a glare. It’s more proof that you’re entirely too comfortable.

“Our walls are thin, what do you think?” you answer. 

Wonwoo snorts a little before seeming to consider something. “Why don’t we just fuck? Get it out of your system.” 

The sip of water you’re taking when he suggests that comes bursting out of your mouth. A real life spit take. Thankfully, he’s out of the blast zone. He looks unamused at water coming out of your mouth, but he doesn’t look like he was kidding. It can be so hard to tell with him. You think that you know his face well after all these years. But, you never thought you’d hear that coming out of his mouth, so you’re not sure. 

“Please give me some indication if that was a joke or not,” you say.

“It wasn’t a joke,” he says.

“Pretty clear indicator,” you mumble. 

“Is it that crazy? You think I’m hot…” Wonwoo starts. If you were still drinking, you’d spit out your water again.

“Uh, what?” you ask.

“You think I’m hot. Hao told me,” he says as if it’s no big deal. You’re mentally running through what the appropriate payback is for this breach of trust. “It’s fine. He told me because I was saying I also think you’re hot.” 

“I mean, thanks,” you laugh, still considering how you’re going to torture Minghao. “But, we can’t have sex.” 

“Why not?” Wonwoo presses. 

“Because we’re roommates?” you ask like it’s obvious. 

“So I can hear you fuck yourself with a toy or hear you fake an orgasm with another bad date, but us fucking each other is the line?” Wonwoo asks. 

“I don’t fake that many orgasms,” you scoff to buy time.

“Yes, you do,” he argues. “I can hear the difference. And I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t be faking it with me.” 

There’s a little bit of cockiness in the statement that shouldn’t be doing anything for you. But, it is. There’s also the very real possibility that Wonwoo does know the difference in the sounds you make. It’s not like you’ve bothered being that quiet since the first conversation where he heard you. What’s the point? The walls are pretty thin and you’re both adults. It’s not like you’re going to kick him out every time you bring a date home. And you’re definitely not going to only get off in the shower because it drives up the water bill. 

Beyond any of it, there’s also a little curiosity. Wonwoo is insanely attractive. Someone would have to be blind to miss that. He’s got that whole nerdy thing going on for him on initial inspection with the glasses and gaming. Or there’s the fact that he’s content to just hang out around the house, even with company over, wearing his pimple patches. But then, there’s this whole other side to him. It comes out when you’re both out with friends and he leaves the glasses behind. Swapping out graphic tees or hoodies for form fitting clothing and leather jackets. Casually leaning against a bar and whispering honey into some nameless, faceless stranger’s ear. 

And that leads you to the reason you’re actually curious. Sure, he’s heard you having sex with people you’ve been dating or just someone you brought home for the night. But, you’ve heard him too. If any of your orgasms sound faked, the ones he coaxes from the pretty girls in his bed sound anything but. There’s nearly always an incoherent string of praises. That thought alone has you considering his proposition. It has you shifting a little on the counter.

“Let’s pretend for a second that I’m considering this,” you start and he smiles. 

“Pretend, sure,” he echoes. 

“We’d need ground rules, right? Like we don’t want this to get awkward,” you say.

“It’s not gonna be awkward. But, we can set whatever makes you feel comfortable,” he says nonchalantly. 

A very strong, very hard to ignore voice in the back of your head argues against setting rules at all. Actually urges you to just drag him into your bedroom. Or his bedroom? Maybe you do need some ground rules. 

So, you talk. You don’t say that it’s only going to happen once because you never know what needs might pop up. The most important thing that you agree to is that nothing can change between the two of you. If either of you feels like it’s going to, then you have to talk about it because preserving the friendship is most important. It doesn’t matter what bed you have sex in as long as the other helps clean anything up. You’re not planning on this being a regular thing, so you don’t need to negotiate any kinks or anything like that. If it does become more of a thing, then you can revisit the kinks. There won’t be any weirdness about dating or talking to other people. This is just a solution between two friends that are both going through dating dry spells. 

Once the rules are set out, Wonwoo brings you into his room. Even though you’ve been in here more times than you could ever count, it feels different now. He tells you to make yourself comfortable on his bed. When he turns around to take his shirt off and toss it aside, your eyes map out his back. And, yeah, you’ve seen Wonwoo shirtless before, but never given yourself permission to so openly appreciate his body. His shoulders are impossibly wide and he’s in deceptively good shape for someone that hides under baggier clothes. 

“Should I take a picture for you?” he asks. It’s only then that you realize that he’s facing you. 

“Funny,” you say with an eye roll. 

Wonwoo crosses the space to his bed and settles next to you. The way he reaches out to pull your face into his own is so smooth. His lips are on yours before your brain has a chance to catch up. You gasp a little and pull back.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

“Uh, didn’t we just go over this?” he asks.

“No, I mean, we’re kissing?” you ask.

“What am I supposed to do, sweetheart, just get right down to fucking you without foreplay?” he asks.

You feel a little stupid for asking that because of course you don’t want to skip the foreplay. It’s just that you don’t want to force it, either. 

“Just let me take care of you,” Wonwoo says to keep you from overthinking anything. 

It’s not something that you expected to be doing. Giving up control to Wonwoo. But, it’s surprisingly easy when he starts kissing you again. Any thoughts that this might be weird fly right out of your head as soon as he deepens the kiss. Instead, your focus is on what a good kisser he is. The way his lips mold effortlessly to yours. The way his tongue licks into your mouth. The way his hands roam your body as if they’re trying to memorize every curve. 

You’re breathless by the time Wonwoo pulls back from you to pull your shirt over your head. When you changed after the date from hell, you hadn’t considered putting anything nice on. Hadn’t bothered to keep your bra on. What was the point when you were just going to be going to bed after having something to eat? Now, you’re wondering about that decision. Because your very hot roommate is drinking in the sight of you. It’s making you a little self-conscious, the way his eyes move over your body.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he utters. 

It’s a little too intimate for you to respond to. It doesn’t seem to matter, anyway. Wonwoo starts kissing down your neck and working his way to your breasts. He spreads his kisses between them, rolling your nipple between his fingers when his mouth is on your other breast. There’s something so consuming about the way he kisses your body, like he’s worshiping you. Like this is a lot more than roommates helping each other out. 

He works his way further down your body, kissing along your stomach, stopping at the waist band to your shorts. Thankfully, he doesn’t give you the chance to overthink here either before he pulls the shorts and underwear down your legs. Tosses them off to the side for good measure. You’re totally naked in front of someone you find you do actually trust. And someone that, yeah, maybe you’ve thought about fucking before. There was no reality where you thought it would happen, though. Even if it does make a lot of sense. Every part of you truly does feel safe with him. He knows you better than most people in your life. Which clearly translates to this part of you. 

Since you’re so comfortable, you’re finding it easier to not be embarrassed at the way he’s got you squirming under the barest touch. The way he ghosts his breath across your center makes you let out a whine. It’s unfair, the way that he wants to take his time like this. It’s also unfair that he’s the first person to ever make your mind go this blank during sex. Nothing exists to you outside of this moment and this man.

Wonwoo moves back to where you need him the most, blows gently against your center. The sensation sends a shiver down your body. You barely hear him mumble out a “so pretty” before he flattens his tongue and licks a stripe up your core. There’s just enough time to think this slow pace might actually be the death of you before he goes back in. Using his fingers to spread you apart, he starts tonguing your pussy. A mix of slow and deliberate movements with faster ones. His thumb circles your clit before his mouth moves up there to give it the attention it needs. 

With his mouth on your clit, he presses one finger into your pussy. You’ve never really thought much about his hands and now you’re wondering how you missed them. His long finger pumps in and out of you quickly. It seems that he’s reading your body and can tell that you don’t want something too slow. There’s so much pent up in you.

“Fuck, please, Wonwoo. I need another finger,” you whine. 

“Anything you want,” he mumbles into your pussy. 

He slides another finger inside of you and it makes you clench around him. That only seems to make him move faster. His mouth continues to work along with his fingers and your hands grip whatever they can reach. You’re a babbling mess and you suddenly understand what you overheard from Wonwoo’s room. There’s something so hot about knowing he’s this good with his mouth and his hands. It’s got you coming hard on his face. Harder than you can remember coming before. 

“That’s my girl,” he praises as soon as you’re coming down from your high. Your hazy brain doesn’t latch onto it the way it clearly should.

He presses a gentle kiss to your inner thing and then pulls himself up to lie next to you. His fingers trace patterns into your skin while he’s waiting for your breathing to come back to normal. 

“Jesus, I guess I know why I always heard so much praise through the wall,” you mutter. 

“None as pretty as the sounds you just made,” he says quietly. It’s so gentle, so intimate. There’s a lot of love between you and one of your closest friends, so you don’t dwell too much on it.

You turn your head to face him. His eyes are still dark with desire, fingers still keeping contact with your body. There’s like some kind of bubble around the two of you where nothing else exists. It’s a comfortable feeling, even in the quiet. Something pulls you in closer to him and you can feel his erection brush against your leg.

“Oh,” you say quietly. “You know, I’m still a bit pent up…”

“Are you sure?” he asks. 

“What? I’m gonna come on your face but we can’t actually fuck like we meant to?” you joke, a little braver than you feel. 

“This was about you, not about me,” he says simply. 

“It can be about both of us,” you say, hand running down his stomach. He tenses a bit under your touch and it’s unfair. He’s got perfect abs and you kind of hate it. Kind of hate that it’s so hot to you, too. 

You run your hand over the outline of his dick threw his shorts, enjoy the sharp intake of breath at the contact. It feels like a sign for you to keep going. But, he grabs your hand and pins it above your head. Kisses you hard and desperate. All of his restraint from before seems to be gone now. 

“Don’t play with me, sweetheart,” he warns. 

“Then show me how good you can fuck me. You were so sure earlier,” you press back. 

Wonwoo rolls over and pulls his shorts and boxers off. Casts them off to the side with your clothing. He reaches into his nightstand and pulls a condom out. He rolls back over to position himself between your legs. 

“One final time, are you sure?” he asks. It’s the first time since you came into his room that you’ve seen him look unsure.

“As long as you’re sure too, yes. I need this Nu, please,” you say, a little breathy with desire. 

“I love it when you call me that,” he admits. 

With your go ahead, he slides his tip along your entrance. You know you’re still wet from his hard work, but he still reaches into the dresser again. He pulls out some lube and runs it along his cock. Once he’s done that, he puts the cap back on and tosses it aside. He presses his tip against you again and this time slides in, slowly. Gives you a chance to adjust. 

You’re completely at Wonwoo’s mercy like this, with his arms on either side of you like he’s caging you in. Instead of wanting to get out, you can only think that you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. Your hands find their way to his arms, gripping him tightly as he bottoms out in you. 

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he hisses. 

“Nu, fuck, please move,” you beg. 

“Give me a second, sweetheart, I’m trying to adjust so it doesn’t end too fast,” he says, voice so impossibly deep. 

“Please,” you beg again. 

“Fuck,” he whispers. 

It finally does get him to move though, barely pulling out at all and fucking slowly into you, so deep. He’s filling you up in the most perfect way. Your nails dig into his arms, but you can’t help it. He doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, it spurs him on. Makes him pull nearly all the way out of you before snapping hard into you again. He repositions one of your legs so that he can reach a different angle. With each hard thrust, his dick hits exactly where you need him to be. The rhythm is fast, which is really everything you need for how stressed you’ve been feeling. Each thrust uncoils more of the tension in your body. Each moan seems to spur him on more. 

When he leans down to kiss you, it’s messy. A clash of tongues and lips and teeth and need, so much need. Your hands find purchase anywhere on his body they can, even as his own arms seem to be a little shaky. So, you pull him down on top of you, bodies pressed tight as he continues fucking you. You’re still so sensitive from the first orgasm that you’re building up entirely too quickly. Even though you wanted it fast like this, you’re a little sorry to think it might be almost over. 

Wonwoo must feel that you’re close by the way you’re clenching around him and begging for him to give you everything. He pushes himself up a little, just creates the tiniest amount of space between your bodies, and you miss it a little. Miss the feeling of skin on skin. But, he’s only doing it so that he can circle your clit. He just wants to take care of all that tension. You give control over to him completely. Let him set the pace. An embarrassingly short time later, you’re coming for the second time. He removes his hand but still fucks you through the high. 

When your body stops shaking, you realize that he’s stilled inside you. He’s barely even moving as he looks down at you.

“It’s okay, Nu, I’m not that sensitive yet,”  you assure him

“Thank fuck,” he whispers. 

His pace is fast and you reach up to run your nails down his back. That seems to get him like nothing else does. When you do it a second time, he hisses out and you know he likes it. Each time your nails find a new part of his skin, his thrusts stutter. You clench your pussy around his cock and that’s all he can handle. He’s coming undone. 

You return the favor through his high, lightly keeping the rhythm going and helping him settle his weight on top of you. His breathing is still heavy when he meets your eyes and gives you the gentlest kiss. Slowly, he slides out of you and rolls over. The next second, he’s up to dispose of the condom. He disappears into the bathroom and returns with a wet washcloth a few moments later, sitting on the edge of the bed to help you.

“Well, I guess I learned one thing,” you say when he gets up to take the washcloth back to the bathroom.

“What’s that?” he calls over his shoulder.

“All that confidence was definitely warranted,” you say through a light laugh. 

You can just feel him rolling his eyes. “And here I thought you’d have less to say after a good fuck.” 

“Nope, chatty as ever. No more tension, though,” you say. 

“I’m glad,” he says, but it looks like he actually means it.

You move to get out of the bed and look at the sheets. Probably in need of a change. “Hey, do you wanna throw these in the hamper and just sleep in my bed tonight?” 

“Are you sure that doesn’t break any rules?” he asks.

“No, we’ve done it…are you teasing me?” Your question morphs in the middle when you catch sight of his face. He can be such a shit for someone who acts like he’s chill all the time. 

“I would never tease you,” he says, faux seriousness lacing his voice.

“That’s a shame, I like being teased,” you toss back.

“I’ll remember that for next time,” he shrugs.

“Next time?” you wonder.

“Just go get in your bed, I’ll be there in a minute,” he says. 

It wasn’t like you agreed for sex with Wonwoo to be a one time thing. That felt like putting too many rules in place. Still, you’re not expecting it to happen again quite so quickly. You also genuinely didn’t realize he was home when you pulled out your vibrator. But, he was home and he barged into your room without knocking, pulled you to the edge of your bed, and fucked you hard. Made you wonder why you’d ever even consider using your vibe in the first place. 

The next time comes after another failed date. It kind of seemed like that was the recipe. Something goes wrong or you’re pent up and he’s there to let you use him. Although, he’s really using you just as much. You like to let him be a little rough with you. There’s something satisfying in the way he doesn’t treat you like he’s going to break you. It’s unquestionably the best sex you’ve ever had, but that’s your business. You don’t need to share that with the class. You do figure that it might be time to talk about some kinks and boundaries, though. It would be good to be on the same page. 

That seems to be how it goes for a while, at least. It’s mostly you needing something, Wonwoo being able to sense that, and helping you out. It doesn’t seem to ever start from him being the one to need something. He doesn’t even seem to be going out and bringing people home so much anymore. Not that you’re keeping track, you just can’t remember the last time he did. Or maybe he’s trying to only bring someone home when you’re not around. 

He definitely holds true to his promise to tease you. One night, after a really long week at work with a lot of little things going wrong, he asks if he can take his time with you. In hindsight, you should have known it meant that it was going to mean teasing. But, you agreed anyway, and let him set the pace. Instead of hard and fast, he takes everything slow. He brings you right to the edge over and over again without letting you have your release. It’s insane how well he seems to read your signs. It seems like he can tell you’re close before you can. That night, it feels like it goes on for hours before he finally lets you come. It’s the biggest mess you’ve ever made. A fact that you would be embarrassed about if Wonwoo hadn’t looked so proud. Still, it feels like you’re the one always working something out.

Until it doesn’t.

One night, you come back from a night out with friends and are rummaging through the cabinets looking for a snack. This is the thing you hate about living with Wonwoo. He’s taller than you and doesn’t think twice about using the higher cabinets. You, on the other hand, can’t reach them so easily. You’re on your tiptoes trying to reach something when you feel him press into your back. His hand comes up and grabs the box you were reaching for with ease. You press further back into him when your heels hit the floor again.

“Fuck, you’re driving me crazy,” he mumbles into your hair. His hands find a place on your hips, holding you against him. This feels different from how every other time has started. 

“What do you mean?” you ask quietly into the silence of the apartment. 

He lets one hand slide down, quickly meeting the bare skin of your thigh. You know your skirt is a little shorter than normal, but the night seemed to call for it. “This. Did you go out hoping to bring someone home?” 

“Maybe,” you say, shivering a little at the way his breath tickles your ear. 

“Are you trying to tease me?” he asks. It comes across almost like a demand. 

You wiggle your ass against him a little before you answer. “I would never.” 

“Of course not,” he says. 

Everything that happens after that feels different. It’s never started like this. It’s been passionate, but it’s never been driven by so much raw desire. It’s never been the kind of sex where Wonwoo pushes your skirt up around your hips and pulls your underwear down to your ankles. Never been the kind of sex where he buries his face in your pussy while you grip the counter for support. Never been so desperate and needy and rushed. 

He makes you come twice on his tongue with your knees going so weak that you can barely stand before he even moves onto actually fucking you. You’re so weak by the time you finish that he has to help you to the bathroom to clean up before he tucks you into your bed. You’re so tired that you don’t even realize how intimate it is when you ask him to get into bed with you. 

The disappointment that sets in when you wake up to get some water in the early hours of the morning hits you hard. Entirely too hard for something that’s supposed to be free of feelings. Your bed feels a little empty without him taking up space. Which is really stupid because it’s not like that’s been something you’ve been doing all of the time. It’s not something you’re used to. But, there’s an unexpected comfort in him. Something that catches you completely off guard. As you drift back off to sleep, you resolve to deal with your feelings in the morning. 

That’s how you find yourself sitting on Minghao’s couch as he makes you both a cup of tea. He hasn’t asked about your roommate yet, but you know that it’s coming. He just wants to have everything he thinks you’ll need first. A few minutes later, he sets two cups of tea down next to the plate of snacks he threw together. If you weren’t in such a crisis, you’d have time to be envious over how pretty the presentation looked. 

“So things with Wonwoo have gotten awkward?” he asks without preamble. 

“Jesus, Hao, let me take a sip first, at least,” you groan. 

“I don’t want to say that I told you this was a bad idea…” he starts.

“You were the one who spilled the beans that I thought he was hot. This is your fault too,” you point out. 

“I told him that he wasn’t alone in thinking his roommate was hot. I didn’t tell you both to start fucking without realizing it was bound to blow up,” he says. 

“I know,” you sigh. 

“So, what’s going on?” he asks. 

Minghao is a lot of things. He can be a bit of an art snob. He’s that kind of impeccably dressed where he looks like he just stepped off a runway. He can appear a bit detached. But, he’s also one of the most thoughtful people you know. He’s complex and he cares for his friends more than he cares for himself most times. Both you and Wonwoo are among those he counts as his closest friends. So, he just listens as you lay out everything that’s happened since the first time you had sex. He doesn’t judge or interrupt. Patiently, he just waits as you get it all off your chest, including how you felt after last night. 

None of that really comes as a surprise. You know that he’s going to give you shit and be there for you at the same time. What does come as a surprise is what he says when you’re done laying out your issues.

“I haven’t wanted to set you up because I wasn’t sure you were in the right place for it, but I actually have a friend that I think you might hit it off with,” he says. “He’d definitely get you out of this whole Wonwoo funk you’re in so things can go back to normal.” 

“You wanna set me up?” you ask, surprised. 

“Yeah, I think it’d be good for you,” he says. 

“Okay, tell me about him,” you agree.

“He’s really kind. Kind of talks in a permanent pout, but it’s endearing somehow. He’s a giant softie at heart and he’s so incredibly loyal. He’s been talking about how he’s looking for something a little more serious. I think you’d like him,” Minghao says. 

“What’s his name, Hao?” you ask skeptically.

“Mingyu,” he answers and your eyes go wide.

“Mingyu? As in that hot model you’re friends with?” you ask.

“Yeah,” Minghao says evenly.

“Okay, you can see if he’s interested,” you agree.

It’s been a couple days since Minghao threw out the suggestion of setting you up with Mingyu. The two of you have exchanged a few messages and he does actually seem really nice. He’s also funnier than you expected him to be. When he asks if you want to get dinner the upcoming weekend, you find you’re a little bit excited. 

There’s only one issue. You feel like you need to tell Wonwoo. You know that he’s not going to care, but it still feels weird when you’ve been fucking around. Maybe Minghao was right and the whole thing was a terrible idea after all. It’s hard for you to tell him when you seem to keep missing each other, though. Lately, he’s been playing video games over at Vernon’s place more than normal. Even if they’re streaming, something feels weird. 

“Hey,” he calls out from the front door, snapping you from your thoughts. 

“Oh hey,” you answer, looking up at him. He doesn’t meet your eyes as he moves to head back to his room. “Everything okay?” 

He stops to look at you when you ask that question and his eyes still look a bit distant. “Yeah, fine. Why?” 

“I don’t know, you’re being short with me,” you say. 

He just shrugs. “I don’t have anything to say.” 

“Okay,” you say, drawing out the first syllable. “Well, I just wanted to tell you that Minghao set me up with his friend Mingyu and I was thinking I’d go out with him.” 

“You don’t have to tell me about your dates,” he says evenly.

“I just thought…” you start.

“We agreed,” he interjects. “Enjoy your date whenever you go.”

“Thanks,” you say quietly to his retreating figure. 

The whole point of agreeing to go out with Mingyu was to get things back to normal with Wonwoo. It was clear that you had gotten in over your head. Now, you’re wondering if things are going to be able to go back to normal at all. This isn’t your normal dynamic. You always shared stories about dates, hook-ups, anything and everything under the sun. Your other friends always said it was weird for the two of you and you just ignored them. Now, you feel like you’re in it alone. Maybe they’re right and it is weird.

Since it’s a little on the later side anyway, you decide to grab something from the kitchen and just head into your room. You can go to bed early and forget that whole conversation even happened. That’s probably for the best. It’ll be easier to get back to normal once you’re going on dates again. Once you stop fucking your roommate like you could have ever done that without forming some kind of feelings. 

It’s the middle of the night when you feel someone slide into bed around you. A familiar scent slips into your consciousness as an arm slides around your center. You nestle back into the chest and know for sure that it’s your roommate. The same man you’re trying hard to get over.

“What are you doing, Wonwoo?” you mumble in sleepiness. 

“Don’t go on the date with Mingyu,” he says. He sounds completely awake. 

“What?” you ask. Your brain is still foggy from sleep. 

“Don’t go out with anyone else,” he says. 

That makes you open your eyes as the words bounce around in your brain. You turn over to your other side so that you’re facing him. His hair is messy and all he’s wearing is a plain white t-shirt, but your heart still constricts a bit at the sight of him. 

“What do you want, Wonwoo?” you ask, voice thick with mental exhaustion.

“Exactly what I told you. I want you to turn Mingyu down,” he says.

“Why should I?” you challenge. 

“Because, well, we’ve got this…” he starts and fumbles over his words.

“We haven’t got anything. You’ve been avoiding me for days,” you point out. “Hell, I asked you to stay in bed with me after you fucked me in the kitchen and you couldn’t even make it til morning.” 

“I know, but I was scared that night because I realized I was starting to feel something,” he says. “And then Hao texted me to tell me he’d finally given your number to Mingyu…”

“Finally? What do you mean?” you asked.

“He’s been asking for your number for months,” Wonwoo says through somewhat gritted teeth. “So Minghao told me you’d agreed to be set up and I don’t know, I guess I just decided…”

“To avoid me?” you supply. 

“I didn’t know what to do. And I didn’t know how to process you not telling me,” he admits. 

“You weren’t around for me to tell you,” you point out. “We’ve been fucking. I wasn’t just gonna be like oh by the way, I’m going on a date.” 

“Please don’t go on a date with him,” Wonwoo asks again.

“I will consider not going if you can actually talk to me,” you say. 

“About what?” he asks. 

“Everything you’re feeling and why this whole let’s just be roommates that fuck was stupid,” you say. 

“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” he says immediately. 

You sigh, realizing that you’re not going to be able to go back to sleep, and send Wonwoo to the kitchen to get you something to drink. By the time he’s back, you’re sitting up in bed and ready to have an actual conversation. 

You stay up entirely too late talking about everything between the two of you. It’s a little hard to believe Wonwoo is so open with admitting how he feels. It’s harder to believe that Wonwoo knew he felt something for you before the very first time you had sex. In his mind, it was clear that he wasn’t just offering because the two of you were friends. He offered it as a way to gauge your own feelings. But, after that first time, he kind of figured it was just sex and tried to detach himself from it. That was when you started to feel something for him. 

When he’s done admitting his own mistakes and feelings, you figure that it’s time for you to own up to your own. It was really silly to just make up his side of the conversation about why he didn’t stay in bed with you that night. After all, the one thing you both stressed before sleeping together the first time was that you had to be honest in your communication. That’s what friends did and you were friends before anything else. As it turns out, you’re both way more on the same page than either of you realized. 

“You’re wrong about one thing, though,” you admit. 

“What’s that?” he asks.

“It was never just sex for me. I was totally done the first time you kissed me,” you share, picking at a thread on your comforter to avoid looking at him.

“I kissed you before we even had sex,” he points out, incredulous. 

“Yeah, turns out I’m not so good at the just friends who fuck thing,” you say with a shrug. 

“If I’d have known that was all it took, I’d have kissed you months ago,” Wonwoo grumbles.

That brings you up short. “Nu, just how long have you liked me?” 

“I don’t know, a while,” he says. 

You just shake your head at him before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “Just talk to me next time.” 

“Can we go back to having sex now? I miss the feel of you,” he whines out. “And the taste.” 

“We literally fucked less than a week ago,” you point out to try and avoid the way it makes heat pool. 

“I could taste you every day and never get sick of it,” he says without any embarrassment. 

“Are we really giving this a try?” you ask.

“Unless you don’t want to,” Wonwoo says.

“I do, I’m just scared. What if we try a relationship and it doesn’t work?” you ask. “You’re one of my best friends. I don’t wanna lose that.” 

Wonwoo reaches out to tilt your head up. “We’ll just promise to be honest with each other. We can figure this out together.”

“Okay,” you agree.

“So, we’re doing this?” he confirms.

“Yeah, we’re doing this.” 

Just like that, you agree to take a leap with the only person that you’ve always trusted to catch you every time you fall. It feels scary, but also completely natural. 

i hope you enjoyed it! 💕

[jeonhwang]

Wonwoo + PDA

pairing: wonwoo x fem reader

[ ❤️ ]

As someone who hates public-display-of-affection, Wonwoo sure does show a lot.

Not the hand holding thing, and wrapping his arms around you is also excluded. Those are pretty common things every couple do. He does a little bit more for someone who claims he doesn’t like so and so.

Keep reading

[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.

[jeonhwang]

Wonwoo + cuddling

pairing: wonwoo x fem reader

[ ❤️ ]

It's a cold night tonight, but not too cold. Cold enough that you're putting socks but still wearing your shorts kinda cold.

Shower is always your favourite part, and like the usual you take your sweet time. Shaving while you're in the middle of it too.

Giggling to yourself, you think of your boyfriend right next door, probably scrolling through his phone with one of his hand tucked under his head, armpit exposed. Just imagining his position makes you swoon because nothing can top sleepy Wonwoo.

Sleepy, shirtless, sexy Wonwoo.

With that Wonwoo in your mind, you quickly finish showering, moving on to lathering your lotion and doing your night time skincare. Takes you a minimum of 7-10 minutes on a normal day but not today, you swoop swoop swoop pat pat pat and you're done.

Basically running to the bedroom, your knees automatically shake at the image.

As expected, Wonwoo, clad only in his sweatpants, black rimmed glasses on top of his sharp nose, is scrolling through his phone. One arm is tucked under his head, and the bicep there bulged like it is nobody's business.

He sees you through the corner of his eyes and moves his phone away, smilling cutely at you. "Why are you standing there, come to bed." He pats the spot next to him, unaware of just how mouthwatering he looks with his muscles all bulging and contracting with every move.

And you, with all the hormones plus the image of Wonwoo you fed yourself in the shower, runs across the room and practically jumps on him, making you straddle his slim waist.

He catches you, though there is nothing to catch because you landed gracefully—as graceful as you can be with jumping—on top of him. A huff comes out from Wonwoo as he chuckles at your action.

"You feeling Jackie Chan-ish today babe? What's up with you?"

You give him the widest smile, and without answering, you lie chest to chest, on top of him. Your legs, folded and bent on both sides of him, squeezing his frame as tight as you can.

His smells so good, you just can't help but lift your head, and bite his bicep. His hand, which was ruffling your hair, stops as he tries to wrench himself from you.

But then, he tries this move where he holds you in a headlock, and rolls to the other side, pulling you with him. The scene looks like something out of WWE.

"I know you like it when I'm rough with you babe. Think of it as foreplay." You burst out laughing from his words, knowing just how true it is.

He laughs together with you, phone now long forgotten. Seconds later, he arranges your position so that you're back on top of him again.

"Can you please rub my back?" Gladly, he does whatever you ask him to. Sometimes he playfully grabs your ass, which got you moaning.

"I'll be honest." He starts.

You narrow your eyes, shooting daggers as if to warn him that whatever that he is going to say, he better be careful.

"I thought I was an ass guy, until you."

"And.. that is a compliment because?" You can never guess, but if people were to ask, you'd say that Wonwoo is a boob guy considering how much he likes to play with with yours. But then, times like this for example, he goes straight to your ass.

"I love your ass," he emphasized it with squeezing both your ass cheeks, "but your boobs are definitely the most beautiful." His eyes peers down, directly into your cleavage.

He mentioned once how much he loves the beauty mark on your boob, your left boob to be exact. He would always unconsciously kiss the mark during sex, and his eyes went straight to the mark if he was ogling your boobs.

Even now, he lifts one arm off of your back, just to squish your boob, exactly on the mark.

Snickering, you play with his hair, nodding along.

"Well, I love the mark below your eyes. I love your nose. I love it when you laugh and your nose just scrunch, it's the cutest thing. Oh, and I love your armpits." With that, you lift his arm up and bite his armpit, finding pleasure in his body writhing under yours. You just love it when you can manhandle a guys as big and buff as your boyfriend. And the best part? He just lets you, what an enabler.

Your are getting carried away with teasing him that you don't realize, half of your body is now in the air, making your boobs dangle in front of you.

You are not wearing anything sexy, just a camisole top, royal blue camisol that matches with one of Wonwoo's many pajamas set. But it gives easy access, if you know what I mean.

With that, Wonwoo tugs on your camisole, freeing your boobs before he flips the both of you, so you're now under him.

Wasting no time, he dives to your chest, trailing kisses and biting along your underboobs. Your latest sweet spot that he discovered.

Your fingers immediately thread into his hair, pulling and tugging on the strands and your let go of whatever control that you have left, surrendering to the pleasure.

You thank the heavens for giving Wonwoo the insights on how to pleasure you, because you never knew this spot was such a turn on. You are so sensitive along your underboobs that he got you squirming and literally wetting yourself. While his mouth is busy with your underboobs, his hands are busy with your nipples. Occasionally, one of his hand will take turn to run down your sides, causing you to shiver and raising goosebumps on your skin.

Then, Wonwoo got up, and kisses your lips with the same gentleness that he gave to your boobs. No, the kiss is actually way softer.

You love his kisses. He is always so giving, he can kiss you for hours if he feels your lips chasing his the moment he pulls away.

Finally, he lies on his side, still not letting go of your lips, pulling your closer to him so that you are both chest to chest.

When he finally pulls away, he leans to kiss your forehead, tugging you under his chin, a sign that he's asking you to go to sleep now.

Pouting, you sigh harshly, because he left you hanging with no release.

"I'll finish you tomorrow. Now sleep, or you won't get anything."

[jeonhwang]

Wonwoo + PDA

pairing: wonwoo x fem reader

[ ❤️ ]

As someone who hates public-display-of-affection, Wonwoo sure does show a lot.

Not the hand holding thing, and wrapping his arms around you is also excluded. Those are pretty common things every couple do. He does a little bit more for someone who claims he doesn’t like so and so.

Keep reading

[jeonhwang]

Wonwoo + warmth

pairing: wonwoo x fem reader

[ 🤍 ]

You jolted awake, feeling super cold that goosebumps instantly arose on your skin.

Today was an okay day, not hot but not cold either, so you went to bed with your thinner pajamas set, the one with short shorts because it seemed like it didn't matter hours ago, but now you regret it as you were shaking from the cold.

But wait. You remembered your boyfriend.

Wonwoo couldn't make it for dinner so you left food for him on the dining table, deciding that you could just go to sleep without him. He was not a big fan of cuddling but never said no to you whenever you wanted to. Not like you were going to stick to him like glue the moment he lay down (yes, that was exactly what you did every single time). So you didn't see why you can't go to bed early just because he was late.

Lo and behold, you did need him.

Looking around for Wonwoo, your eyes landed on his broad back, which was facing you. He seemed fine, his blanket covering the lower half of his body. Was he not cold?

Now, everyone in your circle knew Wonwoo gets cold easily. He would often shove his hands into your pocket to warm them up. When it was winter, at least two heat packs were compulsory, one in each pocket to help him fight the cold. You on the other hand were fine with your gloves but he always insisted that you bring heat packs too because he would never give you his (that was a lie).

Pulling yourself to snuggle behind him, you could already feel the heat radiating from him. Still, it wasn't enough so you wrap your arms around his torso, pulling the blanket to cover the both of you.

Letting out a quiet sigh, you smiled to yourself, pushing your cheek against his broad back, finally feeling content. His smell, his soapy smell was a bonus. You could sniff him all night long while trying to warm up. What could get worse?

Until minutes later, Wonwoo waking up, feeling super warm, he had a thin layer of sweat on his neck. Groggy and sleepy, he tried turning around, pushing the blanket further when he felt something heavy leaning behind him.

Snuggled behind him, trying to get his warmth, there you laid just innocently, your breathing soft as you drift into a deeper sleep.

Wonwoo didn't expect it, because he was feeling warm. Tonight's probably the warmest yet for the month, and he got a little confused as to why you were attached to his back.

Moving slowly to adjust his position, he pushed you slightly so that you'd lay on your back. When he succeeded, he got up to take off his shirt before tugging the blanket away from him. Only then he resumed to his position, laying on his side to face you.

Wrapped in the blanket alone, your chest visibly move as a sign of breathing, and it got him into a deep thought.

His eyes trailed to your features, crossing his arms as he leaned closer. How did someone like you, ended up with someone like him? Whatever did he do, that made you fall for him? He was known as a cold bastard, literally and figuratively. None has ever impressed him enough to get him to treat them better though.

None until you. You came just out of nowhere. Being friends with Seungkwan, the social butterfly, one can already guess your personality. Well not really, because Seungkwan friends were just so loud, and irritatingly sarcastic. You on the other hand, were a lot calmer and gave more reactions rather than blabbering out loud like them.

Seungkwan mentioned how you were the level headed one in the group, and it wasn't until a debate between Mingyu and you did he learned that you were familiar of many things. You could just talk about anything, the knowledge that you had was so impressive he had to squeeze in a conversation with you.

From there, it bloomed into a friendship, until you two were inseparable. He learned a lot about you. You dislike chocolate. You didn't hate it because hate is a strong word, you dislike it. Anything neon pink on you is a no-no. Pastel pink, yes. He also knew how you hate it when people handled your books roughly. Yes. You were a reader, just like him too. Which blew his mind. Well he should've guessed by how fluent you were in whatever topic thrown at you. It was a big giveaway to be honest. How you were so eloquent with your words, your diverse knowledge in so many things. You might not know everything, but you have insights and opinions of your own. It was such a turn on for him.

Smiling to himself at the thought, he pushed away a strand hair on your face, and realized you were sweating too. All the snuggling and heat got to you.

He pushed the blanket away, letting you cool down on your own and kissed the side of your head sweetly. He tried to not latch onto you, only resting his palm on your tummy, drawing circles with his thumb.

He got lucky with you, couldn't wait to have kids with you. There was a research saying that kids take over the intelligence of their mother. Bet his children will be smart as hell. Smirking to himself at the thought, almost shyly, he snapped back to reality. Your sleeping figure lay static, unaware with full bliss of the night, he whispered.

"Sleep tight baby. Though, I bet you'd be so happy if you can see me shirtless now."

[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.

[jeonhwang]

Wonwoo + jeans

pairing: wonwoo x fem reader

a/n: a short drabble, because why not (о´∀`о)

[ ❤️ ]

Your favourite jeans were destroyed by the washing machine, which made you really sad because it was the comfiest and most flattering, quite probably the only jeans you owned. It was the jeans you bought somewhere when you were traveling with your parents, and you didn't even remember where so it was probably so long already.

Wonwoo, being the sweetheart that he was, brought you jeans shopping because he knows just how much you love your jeans, and it is about time that he adds one more to his own collection.

So here you are, in the mall, going in and out of stores to find the perfect jeans.

"Ion like it, makes your ass less jiggly." You look down at the one you're trying currently, experimenting with a little shake and Wonwoo is in fact, right.

"..... are you fucking serious." You deadpanned.

With that, he chuckles. That low, deep and rich chuckle of his.

"What? I like walking behind you. So trust me on this one babe." He slides his hand into the back pocket of the jeans you're wearing, and pulls you backward until your back is stuck to his front. "But it makes your ass looks amazing." He breathes to your neck

"So you want me to get this or not?"

"Pros, it makes your ass looks amazing. Cons, it doesn't make your ass jiggly. It restricts the movement." He explains it in a very serious way you almost burst out laughing.

"So it's a no then." You turn back and continue to choose amongst the array of jeans.

Until you found the one.

"Now this, this is what I'm talking about babygirl." Wonwoo can't help but admire your figure and ass in those jeans. Lips jutting forward in concentration, emphasizing that those jeans are in fact, perfect.

"You think?" Just to tease him, you shake your ass a bit and a very uncharacteristic sound spills from Wonwoo. Immediately, he is right behind you, turning you around and hands cupping your ass.

"You're so hot. I love you. Please get this one." He drops a kiss, squeezing your ass.

You won't lie, the jeans accentuates your shape. It enhances your ass and on top of that, it's comfortable. Almost a replica of your ruined jeans. It's perfect.

"Okay."

[jeonhwang]

[jeonhwang]

minors dni. cockwarming. consensual somno.

He runs warm.

His hands warm yours on days when you're at risk of losing feeling in your fingers, assisted occasionally by the soft press of his lips to your skin or a thawing breath from his lungs.

His thighs are soft and warm when he drapes one over you and tugs you against his chest on chilly nights.

His neck provides a safe haven for your stinging nose as you wait for the lights to let you cross the road on a dark winter evening.

He runs warm.

Then there are parts of him that are hot.

When you ask him very nicely—adding a few soft kisses between sweet pleas—he'll slip his hot cock inside you on the coldest nights. He'll heat you from the inside out like your favourite hot drink.

A warm, firm press of his palm to your stomach, warm lips on your neck, hot cock pulsing in your gut. Heat and warmth and—

"Still cold?" he mumbles into your neck, lips still wet from messy kisses.

An involuntary shiver races down your spine. You know he knows... just like he always does. It's not temperature induced.

"That feel nice?" he coos. "Hm? Nice and full?" He punctuates his soft spoken caress with a roll of his hips. "All warm, sweetheart?"

You fall asleep that way, hot and full with his solid chest pressed against you. Sometimes you wake up to his hips rolling into you again, a final flood of heat spilling from his twitching cock.

[jeonhwang]

Wonwoo + jeans

pairing: wonwoo x fem reader

a/n: a short drabble, because why not (о´∀`о)

[ ❤️ ]

Your favourite jeans were destroyed by the washing machine, which made you really sad because it was the comfiest and most flattering, quite probably the only jeans you owned. It was the jeans you bought somewhere when you were traveling with your parents, and you didn't even remember where so it was probably so long already.

Wonwoo, being the sweetheart that he was, brought you jeans shopping because he knows just how much you love your jeans, and it is about time that he adds one more to his own collection.

So here you are, in the mall, going in and out of stores to find the perfect jeans.

"Ion like it, makes your ass less jiggly." You look down at the one you're trying currently, experimenting with a little shake and Wonwoo is in fact, right.

"..... are you fucking serious." You deadpanned.

With that, he chuckles. That low, deep and rich chuckle of his.

"What? I like walking behind you. So trust me on this one babe." He slides his hand into the back pocket of the jeans you're wearing, and pulls you backward until your back is stuck to his front. "But it makes your ass looks amazing." He breathes to your neck

"So you want me to get this or not?"

"Pros, it makes your ass looks amazing. Cons, it doesn't make your ass jiggly. It restricts the movement." He explains it in a very serious way you almost burst out laughing.

"So it's a no then." You turn back and continue to choose amongst the array of jeans.

Until you found the one.

"Now this, this is what I'm talking about babygirl." Wonwoo can't help but admire your figure and ass in those jeans. Lips jutting forward in concentration, emphasizing that those jeans are in fact, perfect.

"You think?" Just to tease him, you shake your ass a bit and a very uncharacteristic sound spills from Wonwoo. Immediately, he is right behind you, turning you around and hands cupping your ass.

"You're so hot. I love you. Please get this one." He drops a kiss, squeezing your ass.

You won't lie, the jeans accentuates your shape. It enhances your ass and on top of that, it's comfortable. Almost a replica of your ruined jeans. It's perfect.

"Okay."

#hazeltots #seventeen wonwoo #svt wonwoo #wonwoo imagines #seventeen wonwoo fluff #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo scenarios #seventeen #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo drabble

[jeonhwang]

#cause my draft is full

If you’re a current Kpop writer on here, can you reblog this and/or leave a comment? We’re trying to figure out who all is still here!

[jeonhwang]

the weight of your body crashing against his is what wakes seungkwan up within seconds, and you're already pressing kisses onto his face. he groans only slightly at the semi-rude awakening (semi because your kisses always sweeten the deal, and he's not going to turn away your affection unless he's sick), and he wraps his arms around you.

you know the words that make his heart flutter. "my boo," you say, giggling as you continue to pepper his face with kisses. "happy birthday."

he wants to remind you that you woke him up at midnight to tell him. but he doesn't, instead pulling you back just enough that he can kiss you properly. "thank you." he can smell breakfast in the other room--what time did you even wake up? he's usually up before you are, but that's also because he has the longer commute to work.

"so," you fall into the space next to him, eternally designated as yours by him. "my boo," you say, teasing a little this time. "what's on the agenda?"

"work?" he pauses. "but..." he reaches up, cupping your face. "my friends wanted to go out to dinner tonight. i could ask if they're okay with you coming along..."

you shake your head. the two of you have always been clear about having time away from one another. "you know that lunch place near your work?"

he already knows what you're about to say. "it's out of the way for you. i don't want you to get in trouble with your boss because--"

again, you shake your head. "i already talked to her. so... lunch date?"

he just leans in and kisses you. "lunch date," he affirms.

[jeonhwang]

Just a paragraph of what I have in my draft 😏

Wonwoo + Details

pairing: wonwoo x fem reader [ ❤️ ]

┊┊❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚ 　　°┊┊❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚ 　　°┊┊❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚ 　　°

He has this habit of touching his lips when he is so deep in his thoughts. Eyebrows scrunch, occassionally pouting from all the complicated words he is reading. And sometimes, well most of the time, he would rub his stubbles growing on his chin. He shaves of course, but within days his baby beard will grow back again and he can't be bothered by it. He sports the stubbles like it is nobody's business, looking so deliciously manly you just want to kiss along those stubbles. The scratchy sensation prickling your skin when he goes as near as kissing you, anywhere on your body, it makes you shudder with delight from just thinking about it.

#hazeltots #svt wonwoo #seventeen wonwoo #wonwoo imagines #seventeen wonwoo fluff #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo scenarios #seventeen

[jeonhwang]

Wonwoo + peace

pairing: wonwoo x fem reader

[ 🤍 ]

You sigh out loudly as soon as your nose is filled with the familiar scent of home. Kicking your shoes away, you dragged your feet across the floor, planning to plant your face onto the comfort of your bed but paused when you see Wonwoo.

He is reading a book, sitting down comfortably on the sofa. Slouching, with his head resting against the headrest. "Hey love," he looks up momentarily to greet you, before burying his nose back into the book. The sunrays bleeding from the blinds cast an almost majestic shine on him. His glasses glinting, and he looks so handsome sitting there, in his oversized tee and sweatpants.

And, you decided that your boyfriend is a much better choice than your comfy and loyal bed (surprise surprise) so you walk towards him. Immediately, you sit next to him, stretching your body across the sofa, using his thighs as your pillow. As if on instinct, Wonwoo moves one of his hand and rests it on your tummy, unconsciously rubbing small circles on it.

There is no other place you'd rather be. Somehow, he makes you calmer. His presence alone brings you so much peace, you just hate going anywhere without him. And right now, his smell is clouding you. You breathe in his smell, and decided to mess with him.

Reaching out, you push his glasses up the slope of his nose, noticing it slipping and he gives you a small smile. Then, your fingers trail his adam's apple to which he jerks away from. "I'm ticklish," he says with a small giggle. And you can't help but smile. Gosh he is just so cute, not a care in the world when he is immersed with his book, but his body unconsciously leans to you. His hands, each taking turns to either caress any parts of your body, or holding the book.

You feel so lightweight, your tiredness melts into you and makes your eyelids heavier by the second. His soft touches are not helping too, they're like nudging you to sleep.

At some point, Wonwoo is playing with your hair, and he feels as if your head starts to get heavier by the minute. And it is still as quiet, he finds it so calming so he doesn't speak much to you. He understands that you're probably tired from shopping with the girls too.

But you? Being this quiet, is unheard of. You are the kind of person who can talk for hours, even to yourself. You find the smallest thing fascinating, and can't help but to show everything to Wonwoo. He likes how you are still so curious of everything, and turns out he always have the answer, too.

Pausing, he looks down to check on you, only to find you sleeping. Your eyes close, and your lips are puckering which pretty much indicates it. Putting the book on the small table beside the sofa, Wonwoo stares at you, at your pretty pretty face, trying to be as gentle and as quiet as he can to not wake you up. His thumb caresses your cheek softly, dropping a peck on it after.

When you wake up, you find yourself in his arms, sleeping together with you on the sofa still but this time you have a thin blanket covering the both of you. It makes your heart swell, so you kiss him. His only response is to purse his lips, like how he always do after a kiss.

You decided to bask in the feeling, and are asleep again soon after, in his arms.

[jeonhwang]

Wonwoo + warmth

pairing: wonwoo x fem reader

[ 🤍 ]

You jolted awake, feeling super cold that goosebumps instantly arose on your skin.

Today was an okay day, not hot but not cold either, so you went to bed with your thinner pajamas set, the one with short shorts because it seemed like it didn't matter hours ago, but now you regret it as you were shaking from the cold.

But wait. You remembered your boyfriend.

Wonwoo couldn't make it for dinner so you left food for him on the dining table, deciding that you could just go to sleep without him. He was not a big fan of cuddling but never said no to you whenever you wanted to. Not like you were going to stick to him like glue the moment he lay down (yes, that was exactly what you did every single time). So you didn't see why you can't go to bed early just because he was late.

Lo and behold, you did need him.

Looking around for Wonwoo, your eyes landed on his broad back, which was facing you. He seemed fine, his blanket covering the lower half of his body. Was he not cold?

Now, everyone in your circle knew Wonwoo gets cold easily. He would often shove his hands into your pocket to warm them up. When it was winter, at least two heat packs were compulsory, one in each pocket to help him fight the cold. You on the other hand were fine with your gloves but he always insisted that you bring heat packs too because he would never give you his (that was a lie).

Pulling yourself to snuggle behind him, you could already feel the heat radiating from him. Still, it wasn't enough so you wrap your arms around his torso, pulling the blanket to cover the both of you.

Letting out a quiet sigh, you smiled to yourself, pushing your cheek against his broad back, finally feeling content. His smell, his soapy smell was a bonus. You could sniff him all night long while trying to warm up. What could get worse?

Until minutes later, Wonwoo waking up, feeling super warm, he had a thin layer of sweat on his neck. Groggy and sleepy, he tried turning around, pushing the blanket further when he felt something heavy leaning behind him.

Snuggled behind him, trying to get his warmth, there you laid just innocently, your breathing soft as you drift into a deeper sleep.

Wonwoo didn't expect it, because he was feeling warm. Tonight's probably the warmest yet for the month, and he got a little confused as to why you were attached to his back.

Moving slowly to adjust his position, he pushed you slightly so that you'd lay on your back. When he succeeded, he got up to take off his shirt before tugging the blanket away from him. Only then he resumed to his position, laying on his side to face you.

Wrapped in the blanket alone, your chest visibly move as a sign of breathing, and it got him into a deep thought.

His eyes trailed to your features, crossing his arms as he leaned closer. How did someone like you, ended up with someone like him? Whatever did he do, that made you fall for him? He was known as a cold bastard, literally and figuratively. None has ever impressed him enough to get him to treat them better though.

None until you. You came just out of nowhere. Being friends with Seungkwan, the social butterfly, one can already guess your personality. Well not really, because Seungkwan friends were just so loud, and irritatingly sarcastic. You on the other hand, were a lot calmer and gave more reactions rather than blabbering out loud like them.

Seungkwan mentioned how you were the level headed one in the group, and it wasn't until a debate between Mingyu and you did he learned that you were familiar of many things. You could just talk about anything, the knowledge that you had was so impressive he had to squeeze in a conversation with you.

From there, it bloomed into a friendship, until you two were inseparable. He learned a lot about you. You dislike chocolate. You didn't hate it because hate is a strong word, you dislike it. Anything neon pink on you is a no-no. Pastel pink, yes. He also knew how you hate it when people handled your books roughly. Yes. You were a reader, just like him too. Which blew his mind. Well he should've guessed by how fluent you were in whatever topic thrown at you. It was a big giveaway to be honest. How you were so eloquent with your words, your diverse knowledge in so many things. You might not know everything, but you have insights and opinions of your own. It was such a turn on for him.

Smiling to himself at the thought, he pushed away a strand hair on your face, and realized you were sweating too. All the snuggling and heat got to you.

He pushed the blanket away, letting you cool down on your own and kissed the side of your head sweetly. He tried to not latch onto you, only resting his palm on your tummy, drawing circles with his thumb.

He got lucky with you, couldn't wait to have kids with you. There was a research saying that kids take over the intelligence of their mother. Bet his children will be smart as hell. Smirking to himself at the thought, almost shyly, he snapped back to reality. Your sleeping figure lay static, unaware with full bliss of the night, he whispered.

"Sleep tight baby. Though, I bet you'd be so happy if you can see me shirtless now."

[jeonhwang]

Wonwoo + cuddling

pairing: wonwoo x fem reader

[ ❤️ ]

It's a cold night tonight, but not too cold. Cold enough that you're putting socks but still wearing your shorts kinda cold.

Shower is always your favourite part, and like the usual you take your sweet time. Shaving while you're in the middle of it too.

Giggling to yourself, you think of your boyfriend right next door, probably scrolling through his phone with one of his hand tucked under his head, armpit exposed. Just imagining his position makes you swoon because nothing can top sleepy Wonwoo.

Sleepy, shirtless, sexy Wonwoo.

With that Wonwoo in your mind, you quickly finish showering, moving on to lathering your lotion and doing your night time skincare. Takes you a minimum of 7-10 minutes on a normal day but not today, you swoop swoop swoop pat pat pat and you're done.

Basically running to the bedroom, your knees automatically shake at the image.

As expected, Wonwoo, clad only in his sweatpants, black rimmed glasses on top of his sharp nose, is scrolling through his phone. One arm is tucked under his head, and the bicep there bulged like it is nobody's business.

He sees you through the corner of his eyes and moves his phone away, smilling cutely at you. "Why are you standing there, come to bed." He pats the spot next to him, unaware of just how mouthwatering he looks with his muscles all bulging and contracting with every move.

And you, with all the hormones plus the image of Wonwoo you fed yourself in the shower, runs across the room and practically jumps on him, making you straddle his slim waist.

He catches you, though there is nothing to catch because you landed gracefully—as graceful as you can be with jumping—on top of him. A huff comes out from Wonwoo as he chuckles at your action.

"You feeling Jackie Chan-ish today babe? What's up with you?"

You give him the widest smile, and without answering, you lie chest to chest, on top of him. Your legs, folded and bent on both sides of him, squeezing his frame as tight as you can.

His smells so good, you just can't help but lift your head, and bite his bicep. His hand, which was ruffling your hair, stops as he tries to wrench himself from you.

But then, he tries this move where he holds you in a headlock, and rolls to the other side, pulling you with him. The scene looks like something out of WWE.

"I know you like it when I'm rough with you babe. Think of it as foreplay." You burst out laughing from his words, knowing just how true it is.

He laughs together with you, phone now long forgotten. Seconds later, he arranges your position so that you're back on top of him again.

"Can you please rub my back?" Gladly, he does whatever you ask him to. Sometimes he playfully grabs your ass, which got you moaning.

"I'll be honest." He starts.

You narrow your eyes, shooting daggers as if to warn him that whatever that he is going to say, he better be careful.

"I thought I was an ass guy, until you."

"And.. that is a compliment because?" You can never guess, but if people were to ask, you'd say that Wonwoo is a boob guy considering how much he likes to play with with yours. But then, times like this for example, he goes straight to your ass.

"I love your ass," he emphasized it with squeezing both your ass cheeks, "but your boobs are definitely the most beautiful." His eyes peers down, directly into your cleavage.

He mentioned once how much he loves the beauty mark on your boob, your left boob to be exact. He would always unconsciously kiss the mark during sex, and his eyes went straight to the mark if he was ogling your boobs.

Even now, he lifts one arm off of your back, just to squish your boob, exactly on the mark.

Snickering, you play with his hair, nodding along.

"Well, I love the mark below your eyes. I love your nose. I love it when you laugh and your nose just scrunch, it's the cutest thing. Oh, and I love your armpits." With that, you lift his arm up and bite his armpit, finding pleasure in his body writhing under yours. You just love it when you can manhandle a guys as big and buff as your boyfriend. And the best part? He just lets you, what an enabler.

Your are getting carried away with teasing him that you don't realize, half of your body is now in the air, making your boobs dangle in front of you.

You are not wearing anything sexy, just a camisole top, royal blue camisol that matches with one of Wonwoo's many pajamas set. But it gives easy access, if you know what I mean.

With that, Wonwoo tugs on your camisole, freeing your boobs before he flips the both of you, so you're now under him.

Wasting no time, he dives to your chest, trailing kisses and biting along your underboobs. Your latest sweet spot that he discovered.

Your fingers immediately thread into his hair, pulling and tugging on the strands and your let go of whatever control that you have left, surrendering to the pleasure.

You thank the heavens for giving Wonwoo the insights on how to pleasure you, because you never knew this spot was such a turn on. You are so sensitive along your underboobs that he got you squirming and literally wetting yourself. While his mouth is busy with your underboobs, his hands are busy with your nipples. Occasionally, one of his hand will take turn to run down your sides, causing you to shiver and raising goosebumps on your skin.

Then, Wonwoo got up, and kisses your lips with the same gentleness that he gave to your boobs. No, the kiss is actually way softer.

You love his kisses. He is always so giving, he can kiss you for hours if he feels your lips chasing his the moment he pulls away.

Finally, he lies on his side, still not letting go of your lips, pulling your closer to him so that you are both chest to chest.

When he finally pulls away, he leans to kiss your forehead, tugging you under his chin, a sign that he's asking you to go to sleep now.

Pouting, you sigh harshly, because he left you hanging with no release.

"I'll finish you tomorrow. Now sleep, or you won't get anything."