Letâs Talk
I decided to combine requests for a reader and Shownu fic (I hope this is ok for both anons). I got really soft in the heart with this one. Around 1.8k with fluff and smut (and internal angst?). NOTE He is referred to as Hyunwoo in this fic.
Donât make it awkward, itâs just a wedding. Hell, itâs a celebration of close friends who found love. Itâs not their fault me and Hyunwoo, the maid of honor and best man, broke up just weeks before the big day. Weâre both civil, respectful adults who comfortably agree to not let anything happen to alter their big day. I admit, it does hurt talking about him with the bridal party, mostly because they donât know we broke up.
Getting dressed with the girls felt like old times, like having a dress up party during a sleepover back in college. Hair and makeup went quicker than expected, and Iâm starving! Thank goodness the wedding venue is at the brideâs family mansion, I can sneak to the kitchen! Sneaking to the kitchen was almost too easy, finding something to eat wasnât. I hear footsteps behind me while I peruse through the refrigerator. I duck to hide.
âSnuck out to eat?â, Hyunwoo sighs. Oh thank goodness it wasnât the bride. She would kill me if I ate in this dress.
âHavenât eaten all and I might pass out if I donât eat something. Iâd kill for some ramenâ, I groan. He chuckles under his breath. His laugh still makes me smile.
âI ordered food, it should arrive in a few minutesâ, he whispers. I gasp, closing the refrigerator.
âCould we share?â, I wonder, still curious on boundaries.
âThatâs why I ordered a lot. I figured you would be hungry, I havenât seen you leave that room all dayâ, he leans against the counter, being unconsciously suave. How could he still be the sweetest man on Earth? We simply wanted different things for the future. We wanted to be together forever, obviously, but we had different ideas of a timeline. I wonder if breaking up was worth it. Stop, stop, this is just âlove in the airâ season due to the wedding.
âThank youâ, I pat his arm. He takes a moment to look at me all gussied up. Iâm used to him seeing all dressed up, nothing is new. He always looks incredible.
âYou lookâŠâ, he chokes. âLovely?â, I sigh, sarcastically.
âPerfect. Like a dreamâ, he compliments. I bashfully hide my face. Shit like that makes my heart flutter.
âDonât say that, Hyunâ, I fight back tears. Canât ruin this mascara!
âRegardless of what we are, you still are the greatest woman in my lifeâ, he confesses. Fuck this. I press myself on him and pull him to my lips. I would say this feels like we kissed just yesterday, but this feels new. I feel the same rush as we did the first time we got together. His hands on my waist make me feel grounded, which is nice, because I feel like I could float into the clouds. Devour me, Hyunwoo, please. The doorbell rings. Fuck. Hyunwoo struggles to pull away, as do I. A moan from Hyunwoo is what sent me over to pull away.
âLetâs eat before we pass outâ, I change the subject. He nods and answers the door. We shouldnât have kissed. We shouldnât have talked. We were supposed to be civil. He comes back to the kitchen with a large bag. I see the logo on the bag and immediately squeal with excitement. Our favorite place.
âOur favorite, got you your favorite rice to save as a snack for laterâ, he adds. I stop myself from saying I love you. Iâm so used to our routine that I struggle to break out of it. I donât want to break out of it.
âIâll grab drinks if you set the tableâ, I offer. He accepts without question. I grab some beers from the minibar. I see the menagerie of plates on the table. A plate of my favorite rice dish, two full servings of my favorite dumplings, exactly two cups of soy sauce, all for me while he has some cutlets and rice with a side of dumplings. With the beers on the table, visually, this looks like our typical Friday date night. Why did things go wrong? Why did we want different things? He wanted to marry me before his enlistment, I wanted to wait till after he came back. I wanted kids sooner than he did, he wanted to wait a few years after marriage, so we can enjoy the ânewlywed phaseâ longer. He wanted to announce our relationship to his fans, but I wanted to keep us safe. Was it worth the fight? No.
âEat before we get caughtâ, Hyunwoo points to my plates.
Fuck, it feels like forever since I ate. He does his cute eyebrow thing where it looks like heâs focused on what heâs eating.
Are we going to talk about what happened in the kitchen? I donât know if weâre ready to have that conversation.
We ate faster than usual, trying to hide our shame of eating in our wedding attire. Cleaning was fun, sneaking around to dispose of the evidence. Still an hour and a half away before the ceremony.
âHyunwoo. What happened in the kitchen?â, I whisper.
âYou kissed me, I should be asking you what happenedâ, Hyunwoo shuffles.
âDo you wish we could get back to what we were before the fight?â, I twiddle my thumbs.
âOf course I do, but we canât ignore what we wantâ, he nods.
âWe can talk about it, letâs compromise. I want a future with youâ, I suggest. He grins from cheek to cheek.
âThen letâs talkâ, he agrees, escorting me to the study. We manage to be alone. Thank goodness all of the staff are working outside to prepare for the ceremony. Closing the door behind us, Hyunwoo and I immediately lock lips. He raises my arms and holds my wrists together above my head. Kissing my neck, I apologize vigorously for being selfish about my wants instead of talking it out. I beg him to tell me what I can do to make it up to him, wanting him to tell me what dirty thought he has in that beautiful brain.
âHave my babyâ, he wishes. Did I hear him right?
âHave your baby?â, I choke.
âWe wanted a baby, didnât we?â, he questions.
âWe did, but I thought you wanted to waitâ, I laugh off the nerves. I would love to have a baby with this man. Something made from us, something we grow together.
âIâm ready if you areâ, he growls in my ear, pressing his hard dick against me.
âNow?â, I gasp.
âRemember when we were spontaneous?â, he chuckles, slowly lifting up my shirt.
âWhat if we get caught?â, my nervousness turned into eagerness.
âLet them. I want to love you right here, right nowâ, he smiles, dropping my panties to the floor.
âLove me, Hyunwooâ, I pant in excitement. He sweeps me in his arms, bridal style and lays me on the desk, my ass on the edge. My legs rest on his shoulders while he gets himself ready.
âYou will look so beautiful pregnantâ, he licks his lips.
âYour tits are already perfect, but imagining them swollen makes me want to put my dick between themâ, he dirty talks. This is a new Hyunwoo that I havenât seen before. He commented before how beautiful I would look glowing from a pregnancy, but never talked about my body.
âYou would fuck my tits while Iâm pregnant?â, I tease.
âAnd after the baby is bornâ, he adds. He thrusts into me without issue, Iâve been wanting him since I saw him in the kitchen. The sex felt like itâs our first time all over again. We took our time, alternated speeds and depth, loud as ever. Iâm surprised no one found us from all of the noise weâre making with our bodies and from our mouths, but itâs part of the thrill. I hold onto his strong shoulders while he leaves hickeys on my tits, thank goodness I have concealer upstairs. His tongue on my nipples make my toes curl, heâs sucking the life out of me. We get worried that we would break the desk, so he takes me to the floor and fucks me from behind, one of my favorite positions. His iconic hip rolling is what sends me over the edge, making my vision blur, my ears ring. I grip onto the rug from the pressure. I cross my arms behind me so he could be more stable. Doing so, he hits my spot deeper than I could imagine. I shed a tear cumming on him.
âYouâre doing so well, babyâ, he grunts. His thrusts grow more aggressive, slamming hard into me.
âIâm going to fill you up with my cum. Youâll get pregnant for sureâ, he moans.
âFill me upâ, I whimper, getting overstimulated. He slams into me once more before holding me still while he spills his seed. Heâs choked up from the sensation. Weâre used to using condoms or pulling out.
âJust a little bit longer, I want to give you all of meâ, he softly sighs. He pulls out of me and sits down where he was kneeling. I lay on the floor, exhausted from pleasure.
âI love youâ, he mumbles.
âI love you tooâ, I smile sweetly.
âCome back to me?â, his eyebrows furrow.
âFigured we already established thatâ, I playfully tap his leg.
âBut you didnât explicitly say yes to having my babyâ, he shrugs.
âHyunwoo, I will have your babyâ, I accept. He looks out the window as if heâs going to cry. I reach to grab his hand.
âLetâs talk about plans after the ceremonyâ, I offer.
âMarry meâ, he changes tones from soft to serious. Pardon me! Not even a question, but a statement? Hyunwoo, you know what you want and I love that about you.
âIs this the way you want to propose?â, I bashfully hide my face.
âWeâre unconventional, something I love about us. Marry meâ, he continues. He pulls out a ring from his pants pocket. What the fuck!
âYou had that on you?â, I cough from shock.
âI had this in my pocket all day because I knew I would see you. Iâve been wanting to find a way to get you backâ, Hyunwoo confesses. A way to get me back? Having a nice meal with me, asking me to have a baby, then giving me one of the best sex we had? Couldnât imagine a better proposal.
âYes, but letâs wait to announce till after the weddingâ, I squint, not wanting to ruin our friendsâ day. He puts the ring on my finger, on the brink of crying. He kisses my knuckles then my palm.
âYou make me happy. I canât wait to live my life with youâ, he chokes.













