#wonsik fluff

“Hey, Ms. _______!” Some kid calls as he gets inside, and you give him an obligatory wave and smile back, barely managing to hold yourself back from yawning in his face. That’d be weird.

The rest of the students eventually file in, and you squint around the room, dimly cursing whichever entity out there that has managed to make the lights so bright. Well, it looks like everyone’s there, so you’re good to go!

“Hey guys,” You attempt to say warmly, through the pounding headache, “How was your weekend?”

Right. Forgot to mention that: it’s a Monday morning. The perfect combination now, truly, isn’t it?

You get a mixed response, of course, going from ‘brilliant!’ to ‘bullshit’ to ‘why life’. You’re personally inclined to agree with the latter option, though you don’t make your opinion known, choosing to keep it to yourself instead.

As expected, the reactions to what you’re about to teach are sort of the same. You hear a couple of groans—dim and muted from the back—along with a couple of eye-rolls: standard stuff. Of course, there are still those few kids who flush at the mere mention of the topic, and you know they’ll get to the point where they won’t even bat an eye at it, eventually, but…

Annoying.

You start off simple, with the structure of the vagina. Point out the basic stuff, after drawing it on the whiteboard for everyone to see, and answer any genuine questions if they come at you. It’s when you project the diagram of a penis, that the problems begin.

Okay. So it’s not even the class’ fault, you’ll admit.

The door swings open, and this guy with dark hair literally storms his way inside, looking a little angry, a little sad, and 98% done.

You raise an eyebrow at the unexpected intrusion, and mentally cower in your head. Why can the world not leave you alone for once in your life?

“I’m sorry, did you need something?” You snap out irritably, “Class started easily 20 minutes ago, and you clearly don’t seem interested, so please either get inside quietly, or just leave.”

The guy looks surprised, watching you with an obvious ‘are-you-talking-to-me?’ expression that makes you want to roll your eyes. Seriously, you hate students, they should all just take a vacation from school. Forever.

It’s silent when he takes in your words and understanding, finally, that yes, you’re speaking to him. His eyes drift to the whiteboard, before tracing the tired lines of your face, the lingering frown on your lips, and something in his eyes grows alight.

“Why, yes, Ms. ________.” He grins mischievously at you, expression clearing, and your gut sinks, “I have a bone(r) to pick with you!”

You know when it was silent before? Well, it couldn’t beat the eerie stillness of the class now, with all the students staring at the two of you, a mixture of awe and fear swimming in their expressions. And, a lesser person might crack on the pressure, might actually want to leave the class and never look back, with a student, but you are not that person. No.

You crack a smile at the kid, whoever they are, because okay, that was a terrible joke and should never be repeated again, but it’s also kind of funny. You know you might be acting a bit unprofessional, but who’re you kidding, most of your professors in college were actually worse. You’ve seen it.

“What do you need, kid?” You raise an eyebrow at the male, taking in his pink dress shirt and black trousers, briefly wondering why he’s dressed like this, “Since you so obviously want to be a pain in the ass?”

You hear a couple of shy giggles, and you cockily stare down the black-haired intruder, whose smile only widens at your retort.

“Well, that pun was difficult to swallow,” He jokes back, and you need to bite back your smile, headache almost entirely forgotten, “But I recently found out my dick is pi inches long?”

“Wait, what?” You’re thrown off by the sudden change in conversation, “That’s pretty small.”

“Actually, I beg to differ,” He interrupts, smiling privately, “It means it’s not bigger than 3 inches but is also infinite…crazy, right?”

“Nah,” You wave your hand, grinning at him without abandon, “It just means it’s irrational and everyone hates it.”

You hear a couple of chokes in the background, even as he grins fiercely at you, eyes shining bright. Of course, that’s also when you remember you have CommitmentsTM which you should probably be attending to right now.

“Anyway.” You say again, rolling your eyes, “If you’ve got nothing else to say, either take a seat or leave?”

“I guess I’ll see you after class, then?” He smiles at you, the curve of his lips suddenly seeming a lot shyer than before, “Till then, Ms. _______.”

He actually leaves then, and you want to chuck a book at someone but also simultaneously thank him for lessening your stress, even if by just a smidge, and with questionable methods.

“Wow,” Someone calls from the back, “I didn’t think you and Mr. Ravi were that close!”

“Oh, we’re not, actually, I—” Something clicks then. An integral piece from that sentence.

Mr. Ravi?

Suddenly, the formal clothes make more sense. He looked so young, though, there’s no way! But one look at the class’ excited faces confirms that, yes, you just had a dick joke battle with another instructor. Wonderful. Might as well add that to your resume.

“Uh….” You try to wipe the deer-caught-in-the-headlights expression from your face, before the kids can actually pick up on it, “Well, let’s get back to the actual topic, right?”

Despite the embarrassment, the tiny smile on your lips never leaves.

“Busy?” You’re sitting at your desk, eyeing a stack of papers in trepidation, when the door swings open. You lift your head slightly, only to actually stand up, spine ramrod straight, at the sight of the man with black hair from before.

“O-Oh, n-no.” You stutter, making his eyes widen behind his glasses. They’re a new edition, but they really bring out his eyes, not that you’re looking or anything.

“Are you… alright?” His mouth parts in silent understanding, and he smiles bashfully, cheeks pink, “If this is about the thing earlier in class, I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. I was just trying to make you look less… stressed?”

“Uh, no, it’s fine.” You choke out, before sighing burying your head in your hands, “I’m just…kind of “embarrassed, to be honest. I didn’t even know you were a teacher!”

“Hardly anyone ever does, the first time they see me.” He quips, before hesitating at the door, “Can I…um, can I come inside?”

“Y-Yeah, of course!” You say hurriedly, and he slips inside, “Why’d you come to class earlier?”

“Oh,” He looks faintly surprised, the slightest tint of pink highlighting his cheeks, “Right. The principal asked me to send for you.”

“Oh, are you his secretary?” You try to ignore what the calling could mean, “I didn’t know—”

“Uh, no, I teach English.” He interrupts quickly, before stammering out, “G-Gosh, I’m sorry, didn’t mean to be rude…”

“No, you weren’t—I mean, it wasn’t…” Floundering for words, you decide to just give up already, “You’re fine.”

Fine as hell, actually but, no, bad thoughts.

“Uh…right.” He says, looking just as uncomfortable as you feel, and why do you need to mess everything up again? “Well, can I see you at lunch, then?”

“Lunch?” You repeat stupidly and, at his nod, bob your head up and down rapidly, “yEAH OF COURSE.”

He doesn’t make any odd comment about your sudden incapacity to function; just gives you a tiny little grin and walks out.

It’s after he leaves that you scream into your book. Not for too long, though, because your next class is arriving soon.

You’re reasonably happy, you decide, as you reflect back on the events of the day, sipping on some orange juice on your couch at home. The meeting with the principal went well; he wants to take you on as a teacher, permanently, based on your good work. And even if those kids were literal devils in the making, you wanted the job.

To add to the wonderful list, you had lunch with Ravi, without accidentally spilling something on yourself, or on him, or on anyone. You’d count that as a win.

Even better, he wants to have lunch with you tomorrow too. And the day after. And the day after that. And forever, and you guys can get married and have two kids and a hamster or, wait, maybe a turtle because those are cuter and—

You cut yourself off, blush rocking your face. You’re getting ahead of yourself, and this crush is getting way out of hand. You literally just met the guy today! But his hair, and his eyes, and his lips, Christ—

But, as the days pass by, slowly but definitely, you start to like Wonsik more and more. That’s his real name, apparently, not Ravi.

“Call me Wonsik.” He tells you one day, as you visit him in his classroom, “The kids call me Ravi because they think it’s cool.”

You find that it is cool, but Wonsik is even sweeter. You don’t tell him that, though.

“What’re you doing?” You ask curiously, as you lounge in one of the students’ chairs after school. Wonsik is hunched over stacks of paper, frowning at the little bundle he’s reading over.

You don’t admit it out loud, but he looks really cute like that, tapping the pencil against his lips absent-mindedly, lost in thought. He snaps out of it at your question, though, and you’re a little sorry to see it go. But it makes you feel better to have his eyes on you instead, just as intense.

“I gave the sophomores an assignment on Hamlet.” He says distractedly, “On Act III, Scene III.”

“What?” You frown, “What was that part about again?”

“It’s the part where Hamlet nearly kills Claudius, but doesn’t.” He explains, before catching himself and staring at you with wide-eyed disbelief, “Wait, you’ve read Hamlet?”

“Well, yeah.” You shrug uncomfortably, before diverting the topic, like your blabber-mouth is wont to do, “And anyways, isn’t that the circumcision scene?”

“The what—” Wonsik manages to choke out, but you cut in quickly.

“It’s a tricky thing, it is.” You say brightly, trying to avoid his flushed gaze, “Have to do it right, else you can nearly chop the poor thing’s ding-dong right off—”

“Ding-dong?” He finally gets in a word edgewise with a surprised laugh.

“Well, yeah.” You blush, but your mouth lacks a filter, “Apparently it’s a superstitious thing, something about not being savable or something if you don’t get it done—”

“Uh, ______,” Wonsik grimaces, “Can we not talk about potential castration? Please?”

“Oh right.” You say awkwardly as he forces a tight smile at you, before going off on a tangent about something else entirely, as he turns his attention back to his papers.

He’s smiling though, looking entirely less stressed than before, and you find you can’t stop the mirror grin when you notice it. It feels nice, spending time with him like this, especially with your busy schedules.

“Lunch tomorrow?” He asks, catching you by surprise, and you stare wordlessly at him, mouth parted in shock, “I…I know it’s not a weekday and stuff, but…”

“Are…” You catch your voice, just barely, before croaking out, “Are you asking me on a date?”

“M-M-M-AYBE.” He stutters, and you find yourself staring wide-eyed at the mess of a man sitting across you, “Y-Yes?”

“Oh my gosh.” You breathe out, just as he flushes red-hot in embarrassment and buries his head in his arms.

“I’m sorry.” He moans pitifully, making you gape at how different he’s being, “I messed it up!”

“Hey, weren’t you all confident and chic and stuff?” You inwardly wince at your wording, and Wonsik looks up at you, looking entirely discomforted, “I mean...I, uh, I’d be happy to?”

It’s not supposed to come out as a question, and this is going for bad to worse, aND ALARM BELLS ARE RINGING, THIS IS AN EMERGENCY, EVACUATION ADVISED—

“I WANT TO GO OUT WITH YOU!” You finally screech, unable to take the voices in your head; only after you’ve screamed it out, do you realize how it must sound. You slowly trail your eyes upwards, meeting Wonsik’s surprised cocoa ones—and he’s smiling.

“You’re cute.” He reaches forward to pinch the lobe of your ear teasingly, and you whine out in embarrassment.

“That was really sudden, okay?” You point out logically, “A-And besides, weren’t you the one who was too busy stuttering to even ask?”

“W-Well…” He draws out in an incoherent mutter, “yourereallyprettyandrejectionsoshy.”

“What?”

“You’re really pretty and smart and stuff, so I wasn’t sure you’d want to go out with me.” He sighs, finally, “Happy?”

“W-Wow.” You say, “But yeah. You’re the one who’s totally out of my league.”

“You’re kidding.” He rolls his eyes, and you don’t feel like arguing with him, so you reach out and pluck off his wire-rimmed glasses with your fingers.

“Hey!” He cries, reaching out for them, but it’s too late. You’ve figured everything out, and you can’t hide your shock at the revelation.

“These are fake?!” You cry out in dismay, “I trusted you!”

“They look really cool!” He defends himself, though he doesn’t deserve to, “My friend told me they look nice on me!”

Well, they do, but that’s not the point.

“You’re so basic.” You shake your head solemnly, “I’m embarrassed.”

“Well, you’re going to have to bear with this basic person for a long time, if I can help it.” Wonsik smiles at you, but it’s not bright and dazzling; no, it’s demure, quiet, yet speaks volumes. You reach out to tangle his pretty, pretty fingers with your own.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

Your heart melted and you relaxed into the firm hold when you realised it was your beautiful and charming boyfriend Wonsik and let out a small squeal of excitement, turning in his hold to hug tightly and press your lips together in a short but loving kiss.

“What are you doing here?” You exclaimed in disbelief after peppering kisses all over his face.

“Well, I couldn’t miss my baby girl’s birthday, could I?” Wonsik smiled down at you with a dazzling grin.  

Your mind flashed back to the week prior when Wonsik had informed you over the phone that he wouldn’t be able to make it home for your birthday and that he was endlessly sorry and promised to make it up to you when he got home. You understood, of course, but was saddened to hear you wouldn’t be able to spend your day with your other half. It made your heart ache when you thought about the fact that you’d still miss out on many more special events with Wonsik, but the time you did get to spend with him was surely worth it.

But none of that mattered now, because he was with you now.

After you’d been shaken out of your trance, you were rewarded with yet another smiling image of Wonsik, apart from this time he was holding out a wrapped gift towards you.

You let out a sigh, a smile creeping up onto your face, “I don’t need this.”

You tried to push it away from your body, but Wonsik forced it into your arms, faking an angry expression. Each time you’d try to thrush it away from your body, your boyfriend made sure to not let it leave your arms. He had a playful grin on his face and you knew he wouldn’t give it up, so you decided to just accept the gift.

“Thank you,” you sighed, placing a kiss on his cheek, before turning back to the gift.

Usually Wonsik never remembered to wrap his gifts -or he did, but badly- but your birthday present was decorated with a dark blue ribbon and a gift tag that read, ‘To my baby girl, I love you’ where Wonsik signed his name with hand drawn hearts beside it. You smiled to yourself, he really was such a softie.

You untied the ribbon before peeling the wrapping paper off, leaving you with a small black box. Wonsik nodded eagerly at you, encouraging you to open it. You rolled your eyes at his impatience, but complied anyway, removing the lid, presenting you with a silver necklace with the letter ‘W’ embodying it. You gasped at the simple, but beautiful gift and thanked your boyfriend with a meaningful kiss before moving your hair to the side so Wonsik could put the necklace on you. He did the clasp easily and before leaning back again, he placed a butterfly kiss on the back of your neck and you smiled at the ticklish touch.

“So, what do you wanna do today, baby girl?” Wonsik asked you, placing a delicate kiss on the crown of your head, engulfing you in his teddy-bear like cuddles. “We could go ice skating, just the two of us, or the boys have offered to pay for us if you want to go out for dinner, or we could go shopping, we can do whatever you want.”Wonsik was always so considerate about what you wanted, encouraging you to do what you wish rather than him making decisions for you.

You hummed in thought, considering all of the options, “Well…they all sound great, but… I think I just wanna lay in bed with you at the moment.” You grinned up at him and snuggled under his arms to get as close to him as you could.

He hummed in agreement and readjusted his position so you’d both be comfortable and reached down to place another kiss on the top of your head, before cradling you close to him.

How the hell did it take me so long to write this??? I’m sorry to all Wonsik stans that his was the last to be posted <3 

sidenote: I fucking love Kim Wonsik ok that’s all I hope you enjoy :)

The chilly night breeze brushed across your naked arms as Wonsik led you towards your hidden location. He’d managed to use his charm to persuade Jellyfish to allow vixx a 4 day rest. He’d planned this to overlap your anniversary so you could spend it together rather than Wonsik being in the studio all night. He’d surprised you with a 3 day trip in the city of Paris. It was your last night here, which also happened to be your anniversary. You and Wonsik had toured the beautiful city for the past 2 days, visiting various monuments and museums to appreciate the French culture and explore parts of the world you’d never seen before. Your days were very crowded and busy; by the time you and Wonsik arrived back at the hotel in the evenings, you’d both been too tired to initiate any type of physical interaction aside from cuddling up after you’d flopped onto the bed in exhaustion. It was your last night in Paris and you hoped Wonsik would make your final night abroad go off with a bang.

You were blindfolded, trusting Wonsik with your body as he approached the ‘surprise’ he’d planned out for your anniversary night. You’d travelled up a long elevator journey and despite racking your brains, you couldn’t work out where Wonsik would have taken you. You questioned it being one of the fancy restaurants in the hotel you were staying in, but after hearing no sounds of cutlery scrapping across plates or the delicious smell of French cuisine, you had come to the conclusion that it must be something different.

“Nearly there sweetheart,” Wonsik assured you as he rubbed his thumb over your hand, carefully guiding you forwards.

He stopped several moments later, letting go of your hand and counting down from 3. You assumed this was your cue to remove the blindfold yourself and as he reached 0 you pulled the fabric that covered your eyes.

As your eyes focused you were greeted with the dazzling lights of the city of Paris littering the ground that appeared millions of miles away from you. You gasped in delight as your eyes scanned over the glorious view. The landscape and all the lights shone so brightly and it almost blinded you. The silk ribbon that was the Siene river travelled throughout the centre of Paris, outlining the various buildings and artefacts decorating the city. The cars on the ground far from where you stood were busy, all rushing around to get somewhere. Down there everything was fast paced and rushed, but here, with Wonsik, time stopped and it was just the two of you. You were at the top of the Eiffel tower.

You turned towards Wonsik and noted that he’d dressed up for this occasion, suited in a black tuxedo accompanied with a bow tie. You felt slightly under dressed as you glanced down at your skirt and tank top, but Wonsik didn’t seem bothered. He smiled at you brightly, admiring the twinkling look in your eyes that reflected off the busy city around you. He basked in the never ending beauty that constantly radiated off of you, the brightness of your aura giving him light. You were his rock, and he was so so grateful for just your existence alone. His chest felt tight when he realised just how much he felt for you and before long he had wrapped you up in his arms and pulled you close to his chest, holding you as his hands silently stroked through your hair.

You stayed like that for several moments, just basking in the presence of one another. Being at the very top of the tower with Wonsik made you feel as if there was no one else in the world, only the two of you here together. You were at the very top level and you felt as if you were in the clouds. You don’t know how long Wonsik was holding you in his embrace, but when you looked up from his chest he still held his glowing smile as he gazed lovingly down at you. His eyes crinkled up from the impact of his smile and it melted your heart. You honestly, truly loved Wonsik with all your heart. All your thoughts were stolen from you as Wonsik planted a chaste but loving kiss on your lips without warning.

You were breathless when you parted from him, the kiss rendering you unable to take in any oxygen. Without uttering a word, Wonsik took your hands in his as he began to lead you away from the barrier. You noticed a group of men that you hadn’t acknowledged before holding a variety of string instruments; violins and cellos decorating their arms. You gasped out in delight, tears forming in your eyes. You couldn’t believe Wonsik would do something like this for you.

As you looked around the platform you saw no one else besides you, Wonsik and the 5 men carrying classical instruments. Realising he’d must probably hired out this floor just for you, your heart pounded, over whelmed by the over flowing emotion you carried for Wonsik.

“Shall we dance?” Wonsik suggested with a playful raise of his eyebrows. You playfully smirked back before placing your other hand in his. The musical instruments began to play as you and Wonsik waltzed across the floor. The Paris lights blurred all around you and all that you could see was Wonsik as he lead your way.

You continued moving in time with the music as you glided across the floor. Wind pushed your hair around, dancing along with you until you finally came to a stop in the centre of the platform. You were unsure on how long you and Wonsik were dancing for, questioning whether it had been just several minutes or a full hour. Wonsik thanked the musicians in simple French terms before approaching you and taking your hand in his again.

He quietly lead you down several stairs to a closed off section, pulling on your hand like an eager young child. It was still the top floor of the tower, but with a roof sheltering you away from the cool breeze of the evening. The room was completely empty aside from a table in the centre of the room, a candle and flowers decorating the middle of the surface, various plates and cutlery laid out around it for a fancy dinner. The whole room had been closed off and reserved for you and Wonsik only.The smell of your favourite meal reached your nose and you gasped, Wonsik had remembered just how you liked to eat it. When Wonsik lead you over to the table you could see the steam coming off the food which made you realise that Wonsik scheduled for it to be prepared it while the two of you were dancing. You heart welled up in this show of affection.

You gasped, you honestly though your gift was just being on top of the Eiffel tower with your beautiful husband. He always knew this was one of your dreams and he’d done everything in his power to make your dream a reality. It was so thoughtful of him to plan this all out. It just served to make this fantasy that much better.

Wonsik pulled out your chair like the gentlemen he was and you smiled at him, too shocked to speak. He took his seat across from you, admiring the delight on your face. He inwardly praised himself for making you so happy with this anniversary surprise. Wonsik gestured for you to start eating your food and you gladly did so, tucking into the delicious meal with gusto.

You finished up your meal after a while, reaching a comfortable silence as Wonsik just assessed you in the chair. He watched you with his puppy-dog eyes, but quickly averted them when you met his brown irises with your own. He bit his lip as his eyes studied the floor for a couple seconds and your heart raced thinking about how flustered he still got being around you. Little did you know that the real reason he was flustered was because he’d noticed just how prominent your cleavage was in that floral tank top of yours and thought you’d caught him staring.

“I don’t know about you but I’m really looking forward to dessert.”

You choked on the red wine you were sipping and struggled to keep it in. After composing yourself you widened your eyes at Wonsik. He looked down and scratched the back of his head, he didn’t know you’d end up taking it in that way.

His words flamed the desire you’d been thinking of prior and you couldn’t ignore the fire that was awakened in the pit of your tummy.

Awkwardly coughing, you decided to ignore the statement and tried to casually proceed with a different conversation. “So… how is work going?” You internally cringed after realising just how awkward the question was and how bad it was at diverting your mind from your thoughts prior.

Luckily, Wonsik decided to play along instead of calling you out on trying (and failing) to break the tension between the two of you; spinning up a random story about the members that had no relevance to the question. You were glad he decided not to comment on the sensual waves coming off your body and humoured you by changing the subject, but you couldn’t even focus on his tale as you watched his lips part and close again. His lips were just fascinating to you; the way they moved; the words he spoke; the way they felt on your body.

You were unavoidably turned on yet again, licking your lips as you stared at his. You just yearned to feel them on you again, it had been too long. All the words he spoke dissolved in the air as you imagined them on your body instead, the way his lips would graze across your nipples in a teasing manner. You shivered in your seat, trying to subtly cross your legs without Wonsik noticing your shift in mood. Of course, you forgot that the two of you had been married for 2 years and he could read you like a book.

Wonsik studied your change in body language as he inwardly smirked to himself. You were obviously still effected by the ‘dessert’ statement he’d made, but tried to cover it up with a delirious enquiry. He played along with your ridiculous ‘distraction’ so that you didn’t feel uncomfortable. Wonsik could clearly see you weren’t listening to a word he was saying as he saw your longing gaze on his lips. He licked them fervently for good measure, anxious to excite you.

Catching you off guard, Wonsik suddenly leaned towards you and slotted your lips together. The union was abrupt but not unwelcome as you tilted your head to get better access. Sooner than you would have liked, Wonsik pulled back from the kiss, admiring your puffy lips and look of yearning in your eyes.

It didn’t take long for Wonsik’s lips to meet yours across the table again. This time, however, it wasn’t a short and gentle embrace like before, it held much more passion, but at the same time a whole load of lust overpowered your body. You could feel the sparks flying between your two bodies and you knew you needed him; you needed him right now. Your body was craving Wonsik so badly; he was like a necessity to your life and you couldn’t deprive your body of it’s basic needs.

Several moments later and he’d pressed your body against the cleared part of the table, desperately holding your hips as he rubbed his hips in a teasingly slow pace against your core, trying to drag out your pleasure as long as possible. Even though it was a crude gesture, Wonsik managed to make it sensual and not sleazy, that was a talent he had. Seemingly making everything seem soft and romantic, no matter the situation.

Your hands scrabbled to remove your shirt and Wonsik silently agreed, nimble fingers joining yours as you attempted to shrug your tank top off over your head. His fingers traced across your collarbone and neck as he admired the skin you had put on show for him.

You kept eye contact as you arched your back up, giving Wonsik complete access to removing your bra. The chilly night sky made your nipples perk up, along with the arousal you were feeling from Wonsik’s ministration. But you weren’t cold. Wonsik making your body feel like as if it were burning all over from head-to-toe, every nerve set alight by just his touch alone. Every part of your body burned and he had only just removed your bra.

Wonsik dipped his head down to place gentle kisses on your skin, working up from your tummy. He lathered his tongue across your breast before taking your hardening nub into his mouth. He moaned in appreciation of your body. Wonsik always made sure to let you know that he loved your body, no matter what he was doing. His tongue ran over and around your sensitive skin pulling quiet moans from your throat. You whimpered when he raised his eyes to make eye contact with you, mouth moving off your body with a pop.

He stood straight between your legs as his hands skimmed across your skin from your hips up to your shoulders and down again, admiring your body. Your skin flushed from the heat of the moment and you squirmed upwards, eager to continue.

You were wrecked but untouched where you laid so Wonsik decided to add fuel to the fire by unbuttoning his shirt. One-by-one, his nimble fingers continued to unclasp each of the buttons until he reached the end of his shirt, shrugging the material off his shoulders. He gave you several moments to admire his lean but muscular frame, standing proudly before you. You sat up and placed your left hand on his shoulder, the other resting on his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken beneath your touch.

Your fingers delicately trailed down his sculpted chest, brushing over his nipples lightly in a teasing matter. He let out a deep sigh and you proceeded your journey, delicately trailing over the lines of his 6 pack. His skin was soft underneath the pads of your fingers, light traces of hair leading downwards towards his private area…

Your mouth watered internally thinking about his dick inside you, but you decided to push the feeling aside, not wanting to be too hasty with the act itself. He was so perfect inside and out and you wanted him to know how he made you feel. However you couldn’t contain your feelings and without being able to stop yourself, you cupped your hand over the bulge in his dress pants. He let out a husky groan at the feeling of you squeezing him lightly.

When you didn’t proceed to undress him any further, Wonsik decided to take matters into his own hands, latching his mouth onto your collarbone as his hands snaked around behind you to unzip your skirt. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you raised your hips to help him slip the material down and off your legs. You were still wearing your heels as when he looked up from where he was positioned on the floor, he let out a moan at the sight of you: hair tousled, breasts on full display, throbbing heat pulsing against your thin material of panties, wetness soaking them and the heels on your feet only served to make his real-life fantasy even more incredible. Wearing heels never failed to help you emphasise the key features of your body: legs, the arch of your back and Wonsik’s personal favourite, your ass.

Wonsik cupped his hands around said ass and helped you to wrap your legs around his waist. He continued his previous movement by grinding onto your panties through his trousers to relief himself from this torture you were cursing him with.

Becoming inpatient, Wonsik was quick to discard his trousers off and onto the floor, stepping out of them and his shoes. He parted your legs again, stepping in between them. His hands slid up and down your sides, attempting to sooth you and slow down the sinful act you were performing.

Your sex throbbed at the sight of Wonsik towering over you and the firm grip he held on your waist. His hungry gaze lingered on the swell of your breasts before trailing up and locking with your eyes. The mood changed for a second as Wonsik broke into a gentle grin and brushed a piece of hair behind your ear. You blushed at the affectionate touch he gave you. Your lips locked in a hungry but passionate kiss as his tongue explored your mouth. Several moments through your make-out session, Wonsik continued to grind his clothed bulge into your seeping core, making you moan from the sensitivity of being wet for so long.

It was you who snapped first, abruptly pulling back from the kiss so you could hook your fingers into the waistband of Wonsik’s underwear before tugging them down his long legs. He did the same to you until you were both bare besides the heels that covered your feet.

The heat radiating of your sexes made tingles go through your skin and as soon as they made contact you both let out a moan. Wonsik circled his member around your clit before sliding it down the slick skin till it met with your entrance.

You keened when Wonsik inserted his length inside of you, your body arching desperately towards his. He groaned when he was fully sheathed inside your body, his grip around your waist tightening slightly more. After he’d steadied his laboured breathing he froze and leaned forward to lock your lips together. Saliva was exchanged between the two of your mouths as Wonsik waited for you to adjust to his member. When you began to rock your hips forward, he took this as a green light to continue,

His hands were still steady on your waist, holding you still while he slowly pulled his length from you before entering excruciatingly slow again afterwards. After several more of these actions you leaned back against the table and began whining for Wonsik to pick up the pace, not having the patience to wait any longer.

He decided to give you some slight relief, dancing his fingers up your torso until he reached your nipples. You bucked up towards him from the sensitivity your body tingled with and he smirked at the obvious effect he had on your body.

His hips began to snap into your slightly faster and the slick sound of your sweaty bodies colliding filled the room. Your face heated up, the possibility of staff members being around the area making you attempt to hold back your moans. This however was proven impossible when Wonsik hit that spot inside you that made you see stars and you now didn’t care about who would hear you.

You felt as if you were in an eternal abyss of euphoria and was completely oblivious to anything around you. Your body arched up to Wonsik and he had to add pressure to your hips to keep your body still for him. Your moans were increasing in length and intensity and he silenced them by joining your lips in a firey kiss.  

Feeling Wonsik against your lips brought you back to earth slightly. That was until his lithe fingers trailed down and started to rub your clit in time with his thrusts. You gasped, trying to get the air back into your lungs but Wonsik was stealing all the oxygen from you. You were dizzy, light-headed, but you wouldn’t change this feeling for the world. His touch was burning all over your skin, but you loved it. It was too much but never enough for you to handle and you didn’t know what was going on right now; all you knew was you and Wonsik were together and that was all that mattered.

Wonsik was driving you closer and closer to the end and you were happy to accept the journey. The two of you travelled towards the edge of the cliff with no worry of stopping, excited to topple over. As you were approaching your peak Wonsik didn’t let up his thrusts, only increasing them to bring you into a higher state of euphoria. It was like you couldn’t feel anything but at the same time your body was feeling absolutely everything; every touch of the pads of his fingertips, every outline his tongue lathered over, every breath that was airing over your skin. Every molecule of your body needed this moment with him and just as he hit your g spot one last time, you reached your peak.

The luminescent lights that shone through the window just blurred into one illuminating glow. You were unable to concentrate on anything else besides your husband above you. He reached his peak several moments after you, his face contouring in pleasure making you clench your insides around him. He grunted before fully spilling himself inside of you and sealing your love with a simple kiss.

“I don’t know how you’re going to top this for next years anniversary, but I’m looking forward to it,” you let out a laugh after you’d caught your breath.