tags: canon universe, fluff, post-ep 10 what if, aka what happened after the screen faded to black, romance, first kiss, jane austen would have loved junho, yes the title is this is reference to bridgerton you can’t tell me it doesn’t fit, they just !!! love each other so much you know??, love confessions, heart-to-heart, vulnerability
summary: “Junho-ssi,” Youngwoo breathed out, voice still raspy. It was almost as if just the effort of speaking itself was hard to do. Yet she barreled on before he even had a chance to reply. “Was I…did I…” a brief look of frustration crossed her features, making her eyebrows draw together in concentration as she searched for the right words to say. “…was that…okay?”
Junho shows Youngwoo just how 'okay' that kiss was. aka 2k+ words of pure tooth-rooting fluff
preview: He wanted to remember this moment—and every other moment he had with Youngwoo—for the rest of his life. He never wanted to forget the way she tasted, never forget the way she took one step forward when he took one step back, never forget the way she blinked up at him, so earnest and trusting, asking him for his pointers. And he would never forget, for as long as he lived, the way she opened her mouth and kissed him back so softly as if he was something precious and worthy of her love.
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Sort of made this tumblr and forgot to do anything with it whoops well here’s a mood board I made for my EAW omegaverse AU 🖤 (18+ only🔞)
Youngwoo wondered sometimes, if her indifference to scents was something to do with her autism. She experienced the senses differently to neurotypical people - perhaps scents just weren’t tangible to her in the same way. Honestly, she was glad - the inconveniences of heats, along with the way society viewed her as an omega were enough to contend with without the willingness to jump any alpha’s bones who smelt good to her.
That wasn’t to say she couldn’t smell at all. Of course she knew that everyone had their own particular scent, and that alphas and omegas tended to smell stronger generally than betas, and this intensified when one was in heat or rut, but, apart from being occasionally strongly repelled, Youngwoo had just never found herself affected by them. She had certainly never been drawn to a scent anyhow.
Summary: Jun-ho tries to control his wants and needs.
Author's Note: So this has been in my drafts for a minute because I couldn't bring myself to post it lol I get a lot of messages from people mad at me for various things all the time and people have very strong feelings about this show and I just didn't want to deal with angry people 😩😂 but the show's over now so I figured I could post it without too much attention 👀👀 it's whale couple light sexy time. So if you only like wholesome sugar whale couple or can't imagine them being sexual just skip this k? Otherwise enjoy😇
Dating Young-woo is delightful: walks on the beach with her hair blowing in the wind, dinner with her father who only threatens him a little before warming up because he brought expensive homemade liquor, taking pottery classes because he's always been curious and then giggling as the clay goes flying and she runs away screaming 'I can't do this!' as he continues making her a lopsided mug; that she starts using at work. It's kisses that make his skin burn and his heart flutter especially when she just melts into him instead of backing away.
It's everything he thought it would be and more.
But it's also slow painful torture.
Because he is still human and he has.... urges. Carnal urges that only deepen as his beautiful girlfriend sighs and moans into his kisses subconsciously as she leans into him with an open mouth.
The sight is enough to give him thoughts. Unpure thoughts that he has no idea what to do with because he doesn't know if she thinks about that at all.
Sex.
More importantly sex with him.
She was a quick study with kissing but after months of snogging each other's faces off there hasn't been anything else to suggest that she wants more than what they're already doing meanwhile he feels ready to explode from yearning.
So when she walks out of his bathroom with his shirt dwarfing her much smaller form he knows that he's being tested by a cruel power from beyond.
Or he's just a fool who should watch the weather forecast more closely and not allow his girlfriend to walk him home on a night with expected thunder showers. The rain had suddenly fallen in thick sheets soaking them to the bone almost instantly.
He had been so grateful that she wore a colorful vest over her white shirt, his own shirt had become nearly translucent because of the downpour. Her own doing the same would have been.... bad.
"Thank you for letting me borrow your shirt. According to my phone the rain should stop in approximately twenty-three minutes. Then I can leave." Her eyes are locked on her phone as she makes the announcement, and it takes a minute of staring at her smooth legs poking out from his shirt to realize that he shouldn't be able to see her legs.
He'd given her sweatpants too, ones with adjustable drawstrings so they could fit her slim waist.
"Why aren't you wearing the pants I gave you?" He averts his eyes from the pale smooth skin that taunts him.
"What? Oh! They were too big even when I pulled the strings all the way. They kept falling down so I folded them and left them in the bathroom, this shirt is long enough to fit me like a dress." She still hadn't looked away from her phone, scrolling and tapping at the screen without meeting his gaze.
She's right. His shirt does cover her much smaller body completely, hanging even past her knees because he'd given her one of his larger comfy night shirts. There's nothing indecent or even scandalous about what she's wearing but it's knowing. Knowing that his shirt is the only thing separating him from her naked body. That's too much for him.
He takes a deep breath walking past her to go into the kitchen. Cold water will soothe the fire kindling inside.
He gulps down the entire cup of water in seconds feeling refreshed but no less charged. Hastily he pours another cup, wiping the dribbles that escape and run down his chin.
"Were you feeling dehydrated Jun-ho ssi?"
Yes. He's never felt so parched in his life but not for the liquid in the cup. For something else completely.
"Yes. A little. I'm okay now." He lies, smiling tightly at her.
She's still engrossed on her phone and he starts to feel a inkling of jealousy before she blinks rapidly at her device before suddenly looking up at him, giving him her full attention.
"Do....you want to watch Netflix?"
From anyone else he would think that was a come on, an invitation to Netflix and chill. But it's Young-woo so she probably wants to watch a whale documentary before leaving him to deal with his issues on his own.
He nods in agreement though, it's an easy distracting way to pass the time.
And he desperately needs a distraction.
He sits down on the far right end of the couch and to his surprise she sits right next to him between the right and middle cushion. Almost close enough to touch.
"What do you want to watch?" He asks but he's already searching for documentaries on sea life ready to give his attention to the wonders of the deep blue.
"You should pick." She replies surprising him, he glances over at her but their seated position exposes even more of her legs so he has to force his gaze back to the TV swallowing hard as he searches for something to save him.
Nothing stands out. He can barely focus on the tv with her so close in so little.
He shifts away, glances at her, sighs, forces his attention back to the tv, before her bare legs captivate him again and he has to wrangle his mind back on track.
"Jun-ho ssi?
He mentally chastises himself channeling calmness he does not feel whatsoever.
"Yes?"
"I don't want to watch anything on Netflix."
He jumps at her confession, blinking wildly finally allowing his eyes to land on her.
"Wha--but it was your idea that we watch something on Netflix."
She pauses considering her next words, fidgeting next to him. He stiffens as her leg brushes against his knee.
"I heard that offering to watch Netflix means something else.......between couples."
What.
Surely she didn't mean..... she couldn't mean........ Right?
"Who told you that?"
"Dong Ge-- just someone." She avoids his gaze now, still unable to lie directly but by omission has gotten easier for her.
Of course he should have already known. Young-woo always went to her for advice he just didn't realize how deep that ran. He feels his cheeks burn. How much did they discuss about their relationship?
"It doesn't have to mean....that. It can just be watching Netflix too."
"I know. But I don't want to watch anything." She stresses again.
He clenches his jaw, grinding his teeth to stop his heart from racing right out his chest.
"You don't have to do anything just because.....you heard about it. I don't want to ever pressure you so we can wait until you're ready."
Then she surprises him.
"You're not listening to me."
Her tone is extremely clipped and when he glances over she looks angry, eyes flashing at him with indignation.
"I'm sorry. You're right. I just.....I didn't know you thought about things like that. I thought I was the only on--" he cuts himself off but it's too late already he's said enough.
"You think about me too?" Her voice is so soft it almost doesn't hear her and he wants to laugh at the ridiculous question; when wasn't he thinking about her?
But it was surprising that she thought about him that way. Sure sometimes he caught her looking at his arms but that wasn't the same as wanting to have.... relations.
"Yes. All the time. Do you think about me?"
He turns to look at her, the sounds from the tv inaudible to him now as he gently tosses the remote to the side freeing his hands.
"I.....do. Sometimes even more than whales. What should I do?"
"What do you think about?"
"I think about kissing you and touching you and...."
Her blush exposes some of the nature of her thoughts but he needs to hear the words before they go any further.
"Do you think about having sex with me?"
She stares at her fingers, then his arms, and then finally his face, "Yes."
He reaches out with trembling hands brushing accidentally against her bare leg before he reaches up for her shoulders, he delicately pulls her closer and she comes easily already staring at his mouth and he whines low as she closes her eyes and melts in his embrace again.
"Jesus" he groans before kissing her with all the pent up lust he's been trying to contain futilely.
Her mouth is sweet and pliant between his, allowing him to plunder with his tongue and the barest amount of teeth. When he feels her tongue attempting to return the favor, his muscles tighten and before he can second guess himself he's reaching out and lifting her into his lap for easier access to her lips.
She gasps into his mouth, her warm breath washing over him.
It pulls him back to sanity.
He slams his head back into the couch, trying to knock away the fog in his brain.
"Sorry! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have. We should calm down." 
She's extremely red and he can see and hear how fast she's breathing. He was overwhelming her he realized feeling ashamed of himself and his lack of control.
He moves his hands away from her, gripping the cushion beneath as he inhales and exhales deeply.
He starts to feel better, more in line with himself until he feels weight on his shoulders.
"Young-woo ssi?"
He pries his eyes open, only to meet her wide but determined gaze. Her hands on light on his shoulder but the weight of that implication is enough to crush him.
"I want...I want to keep going. If you want to....too."
Oh.
He wanted. God he wanted.
But was this really okay? Should he really be doing this with her on the couch of his shared apartment? He hadn't heard anything from Minwoo, things were tense after their near fist fight over his treatment of the very person in his lap. He was considering looking for a new apartment, had even considered them living together before pushing that fantasy out of his mind.
But why was he fighting this? If they both wanted it then why was he stopping it?
"I want. But I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. What do you want to do?"
But that was too much. He could see on her face that a question like that had the opposite effect of what he intended, her breathing started to hitch again.
He quickly tried to help her out.
"I know you like kissing. Is there anything else you want to try?"
She stared at him, pouting lightly before cupping his face he blinked in surprise at the suddenness of her movement.
"Can I...kiss you somewhere not on your mouth?"
Oh the places that took his imagination to but he forced his face not to reveal those thoughts.
"Yes. Go ahead."
She stared at his lips so intently he was sure she had changed her mind and decided that she preferred the familiarity of their kisses but then his face was being turned carefully and she was moving even closer into his space until then he felt her breath on his neck and he closed his eyes with a deep groan.
Her lips were hot on the thin skin of his neck, a butterfly soft kiss and then another and then something wetter with more pressure. It felt purposeful as if she had a goal. It wasn't until he felt sweet mind numbing suction that he realized exactly what was happening. He squirmed beneath her, gripping her bare thighs as she licked and sucked on the column of his neck before releasing him with a soft pop.
He was lightheaded. All the blood rushing elsewhere.
His restraint was weak, barely stopping himself from grinding up into her heat.
Then she pushed against the tender skin with her thumb and he couldn't control of hips, thrusting up instinctively.
Twin moans filled the quiet air.
He barely got an apology off his tongue when he felt her move erotically in his lap.
He latched onto her hips tightly planning to stop her so they could discuss this but she knocked the rationality out of his head with another grind onto his lap, his body immediately on board with whatever she wanted to do to him.
"Does this feel...good? Do you want to keep going?" He asks head and body light as a feather under her ministrations.
He doesn't thrust again, allowing her to grind down on him instead; chasing her own pleasure, pleasure that he could see so clearly on her face- red flushed cheeks and bright glossy eyes.
"Yes. It feels weird...but good. Can you move too? And can we kiss while we do this?"
Her wish is his command.
He tugs her closer instantly, covering her mouth again and plunging in as soon as she opens up for him, this kiss is harder than any they've ever hard before- their teeth knock together at times but neither of them notice too lost in the sensation that's taking over. It feels like a sucker punch to his hormones when she starts moving again, grinding right against where he needs her the most but there are too many layers separating them and he's so desperate he could scream.
Without breaking their kiss he lifts her up easily swallowing her shocked moan, tugs his shirt out of the way and when he puts her back down he can feel her. Can feel that hot skin through her panties.
"You feel so......so good." He can't help but pant, letting her ride him through his clothes her movements becoming more smooth and less awkward as they continue.
"Am I supposed to feel like this?" She demands voice breathy and only slightly panicked.
"How do you feel?" He pants back, squeezing his eyes shut as she continues to whine down onto him without finesse.
"Like my body is about to burst." She admits and he laughs with the ounce of air left in his lungs.
"Yeah. That's good. But you can stop anytime if it's too much."
It would be torture he can admit that but any sex they had together needed to be consensual from beginning to end, unless he didn't want it.
"I....won't stop. I want to reach the end with Jun-ho ssi."
Again with that beautiful determined face that quickly morphed into something pained and euphoric as he finally moved with her- done resisting this, clutching at her hips to drag her into perfect harmonious rhythm with him.
She made adorably sexy little squeaks as he moved his hip in a crude imitation of real sex.
As their hips quickened both chasing pleasure, she flung herself into his arms wordlessly begging him to hold her as she fell apart and he did it without hesitation squishing her into his chest as she rode him faster and faster until she stilled in his arms and let out the most erotic sound he'd ever heard in his life.
That was all it took to bring him to the cliff and over. White dots flashing behind his eyelids.
"I just had an orgasm. Some studies show that over eighty percent of women have to fake their orgasms with their partners."
He shifts uncomfortably, feeling sticky and gross now that the euphoria has lifted. Well beneath the joy and shock of what they've just done.
Then her words become coherent in his brain.
"Don't do that ever. I want to know if you aren't enjoying it."
"Okay. I think...I really enjoyed it. I'm already thinking about it again."
He stares in awe at her blatant honesty, pressing up to devour her mouth in another hard kiss that she accepts eagerly.
Maybe he wasn't the only one that wanted after all.
tags: fluff, wedding fluff, future fic, fluff without plot, kissing junho sees youngwoo in a wedding dress again, but this time it’s because they are getting married, they are so cheesy ugh disgusting i can’t stand them sometimes
summary: “Did you just fall in love again?” Youngwoo asked, supple pink lips stretched into a smile that was brighter than a thousand suns combined. She pressed her face into a bundle of flowers she was clutching and laughed—Junho swore he stopped breathing. He had died and went to heaven. Again. It was a different dress than the first one but he couldn’t help but flash back to that day, to that moment.
aka ‘junho sees youngwoo in a wedding dress again and still doesn’t know how to properly react’
preview: Junho dipped down, pressing his lips against her pulse point that made a gasp shoot through her body every time he did it. He said the next words against her skin, his warm breath caressing and coaxing her heart rate to increase by ten folds. “I thought I felt sick inside when I liked you; how do you think I feel now? That was nothing compared to now. I love you. Youngwoo, I love you so much that it hurts. To breathe. To speak. To move.”
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tags: First Time, Future Fic, Fluff, Tenderness, Eventual Smut, Communication, Enthusiastic Consent, Praise Kink, Established Relationship
summary: He was silent for a moment, still hovering over her. She understood why he was taking it slow but she was tired of slow. The longer he dragged it out the more Youngwoo felt like she was going to explode. “Junho-ssi, you are not going fast enough. I…don’t know how to show you. Can you…can you teach me? Like you did with kissing?” What she didn’t say but hung heavy in the air was this: I don’t know how to show you because I never had any practice. I never touched myself…not in that way. The diagrams and books and videos Youngwoo viewed seemed to completely disappear from her memory altogether at that moment.
Woo Youngwoo and Lee Junho show each other precisely how they like to be touch—but for Woo Youngwoo to show Junho *how* she likes to be touched she first has to figure out well…how she likes to be touched. It’s a good thing Junho has a full length mirror in his bedroom. Who knew the mirror he randomly purchased over the weekend would come in handy? And who knew it would be the perfect tool to help guide Youngwoo?
preview: “Okay.” He whispered. “Do you want to go to the bedroom? It might be more comfortable that way?” Youngwoo could only nod in response. Junho lifted off the couch and stood up, hand outstretched for hers to take. After staring at it in silence for a second, Junho pulled back and laughed. “Ah. I’m sorry.” There was a momentarily lapse in judgement—was his brain just as frizzled as Youngwoo’s?
tags: fluff, comfort no hurt, cuddling & snuggling, ep 13/14 fix it fic, this is canon!! junho youngwoo cuddling did happen i saw it myself, personal hug chair
summary: “Okay?” He asked.
Youngwoo hummed in reply, leaning her back against his chest. His chest was solid. Like a chair. “I’m going to wrap my arms around you now. You can adjust the settings as much as you want.”
She knew what he meant by that but amusement still bubbled in her chest at those words. He really was getting immersed into his role…so Youngwoo would too.
“Hold me tight.” That was all she needed right now. For Junho to wrap her up so tightly it was hard to breathe.
aka on the jeju island trip youngwoo uses junho as her personal hug chair.
preview: The tension did not disappear in an instant but the longer he pressed into her body, the longer she felt his hot breath fan against his neck, the longer his legs squeezed her own, Youngwoo felt…lighter. “Tighter.” He pulled her even closer, lips grazing her ear lobe. “Like this?”
tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Law School, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Found Family, Friendship, Fluff, Light Angst, First Love, First Kiss, Insecurity, Communication, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Feels, Character Development, Coffee Shops, the inherent romanticism of study dates & beach trips & kisses in an empty coffee shop, bc yes this is tehcnically a coffe shop au too, junho is the campus hottie and youngwoo is the campus genuis you see where i'm going with this yes??, Hijinks & Shenanigans, (mostly from geurami jsdjdk), junho swears off romance to focus on his studies. yeah his vow doesn't last that long, 'i am going to focus on my EDUCA-oh hey youngwoo (ily) how was class (marry me)', Past Relationship(s), Kwon Min Woo/Choi Suyeon, our girlie tells him bi bi bi as she should!!
summary: In the pitch black darkness that swallowed the room up whole, Junho fumbled around until his fingers settled against the curve of her hip, ignoring the spark of electrical he kept when he grazed a silver of exposed skin from where her sweater had rode up. “It’s okay.” Junho whispered. “The lights will come on in a few minutes. You don’t have to be scared.”
“I’m not.” The reply came instantaneously. “Scared, that is.” He was not sure when she had snaked the hands she had on his shoulder up to the nape of his neck, fingers absentmindedly playing with the strands of his hair. “I can feel you trembling, Youngwoo-ssi.” The sudden blackout had even surprised him—and he was used to them. He felt her give an experimental tug to his hair, hot breath coming out in quick exhales against his neck. “…it’s because of you. Not the blackout.”
Junho was thankful for the darkness looming around them at that moment. Thankful for his boss forgetting to pay the bill yet again. Because if the lights were on, if he could see Youngwoo and she could see him, Junho was sure he would send her running for the hills with the look he had in his eyes.
aka the eaw university x coffee shop au literally no one asked for
preview: He was a little embarrassed by how that smile made something inside his stomach tighten. This smile was only a fraction of her previous one but it had stirred inside of him. A feeling he couldn’t identify. His heart was beating wildly in his chest and he’s never even said one word to her—what was happening? He needed to get a grip.
