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THE UNLUCKIEST MAN AND HIS LUCKY CHARM

In the bustling city in the height of 1921, you were considered to be the prize many men sought after. The eldest daughter, the golden child of the richest family in New York City. You not only brought a social status, you brought what was believed to be generational wealth with you. Your father’s means of making money have been connected to the dark underbelly of the city. Your father is the richest, and the most feared man in the whole city.

Your whole life you were raised with the intention of being nothing more than a trophy wife. Something for your future husband to show off. This never sat right with you. You dream of a life away from all of this. You dream of truly living your own life. You're hopeful maybe one day you can find true love.

Life hasn’t always been easy for Jeon Wonwoo. He’s been struggling to get by for as long as he can remember. He thought once he graduated and started his career things would be easier. Unfortunately that wasn’t the case, he still feels as if he’s drowning out in the freezing cold Atlantic Ocean.

He spends his days on the university campus teaching, making just enough to get by. His debt started to grow massively after he got sick during college. A bad case of influenza left him out of work struggling to get by. He started gambling to make some money, but it didn't work. He thought he made friends in high places when a man offered to loan him money. That man ended up being one of the higher up men who work for the richest man in the city, your father. The loan was never an act of kindness, it was just as a power play. Your father was known to pray on people in need. He would offer them loans to make the pawns.

One night coming home from work he ran into the man he owed money to. Wonwoo that night finds himself in a position he feared he would end up in. Tied to an expensive leather chair, he’s been beaten with in an inch of his life. The man who controls the city is standing in front of him. He's given an offer he can't turn down.

From that moment on everything changed, not only for him but for you.

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It's a week after he's been offered life line. He's awoke at five in the morning by your father's goons. Wonwoo is dragged to your family's home to tell you about your impending marriage. His bruising has started to fade. He's left with a light water color of yellows and greens around his eyes. Luckily his glasses help hide it a little. He can't bury the feeling of shame eating away at him.

Early in the morning you're awoken to commotion downstairs.

Crawling out of bed you grab your silk robe. Wrapping it around your body you head down the hallway. You hear more commotion and yelling. Your mother meets you at the top of the stairs. She grabs your hand stopping you. “It’s your father. Please just agree to anything he asks you to do.” What on earth could your father possibly ask you to do at barely six in the morning? “Darling, I just spoke to him. Please don’t fight with him.” Knitting your brows together, you have no clue what is going on.

Practically running down the stairs you find your father and his men in the foyer. The dim light of the chandelier above casting a shadow down on them.

Your bare feet pad down the stairs. You're greeted to the sight of not only your father and his men, but a man you've never seen before. He's clearly sporting two black eyes that are healing and a busted lip.

"Father?"

Your father turns to you, giving you a wicked grin. Your stomach flips, feeling instantly nervous. "Darling, say hello to professor Jeon Wonwoo your soon to be husband."

You knew this day would come. One day your father was going to set you up to marry someone. You thought maybe deep down inside you would have a say in who you married.

"Why him?"

"Because my darling daughter, if you marry him, I will have full control over both of you." You're instantly reminded how evil your father can truly be.

The moment both your eyes lock, you know you must protect each other. He looks just as scared as you are.

"Jack prep the townhouse on fourth street for the soon to newlyweds."

Wonwoo doesn't say anything, he just silently stares at you with a look of sorrow in his eyes. No matter how hard you try you can't stop the tears from sliding down your cheeks.

"You'll be married in two weeks. You'll move into the townhouse together."

Your father leaves taking his men with him. You're left standing there with the man you're supposed to marry. Reaching up you push away your tears. You want to be mad and blame him, but you can't be. You know he truly had no say in this. He looks just as terrified as you.

A sob breaks in your chest. You fall to the overwhelmed. Silently Wonwoo scrambles over to you. He drops down to his knees in front of you. He hesitates for a moment, before resting his hand on your cheek. Slowly he drags his thumb across the delicate skin of your cheek. Pushing away your tears.

"I'm sorry," you cry.

"This is my fault. You shouldn't be sorry," this is the first time you've heard him speak. His deep voice is soothing.

"Why did he pick you?" You need to know what he's done, so you can try and protect him.

"I owe your father a lot of money."

You push yourself up a little. Looking at him, you try to study his face. He's extremely handsome, even if he is covered in bruises and a busted lip. You can't help but wonder what a professor did to be in debt to your father.

"I'm _____, but a lot of people call me lucky. My mother says it's because I'm a good luck charm."

A smile tugs at his lips. Mindlessly he drags his thumb across you cheek. "I'm going to need a lucky charm."

"Wonwoo, we're a team now. There is no way out of this. We have to get married, but just know I'll be loyal to you."

He knits his brows together. "Loyal?"

"Yes, I'll protect you from my father. Just promise me, you'll try and learn to love me."

Silently he blinks at you a few times, processing your statement. "I will."

A DIAMOND RING AND SADNESS

The wedding your father planned for you is being held in ritzy hotel in the heart of the city. Your vows will be exchanged in ballroom, and the other will host a lavish reception.

When you were younger you always imagined your wedding. You assumed you would walk down the aisle and find the man of your dreams standing there waiting for you. Turns out in the end there stands a man you've known for only two weeks.

Wonwoo is the definition of handsome, and he seems like a great man, but you don't love him, and he doesn't love you. He doesn't even really know you.

Everything about your wedding feels like a blur. The wedding is considered to be the event of the decade. All richest and most elite people are in attendance.

You're dressed in a very elborate white beaded dress. Adorning a long white veil. You've cried more today then you have in your whole life. You manage to gather yourself as your repeat your vows to Wonwoo.

Your eyes stay focused on Wonwoo, trying to tune out the sea of people watching you. Everything feels numb, this is suppose to be the happiest day of your life, and you feel nothing.

"I pronounce you husband and wife." A tear slides down your cheek. Without even thinking Wonwoo reaches out, resting his hand on your cheek. He slowly brushes away your tear as the priest says, "you may now kiss the bride."

Everything feels silent, the whole room feels as if the oxygen has been sucked out. Wonwoo is completely still. He's just silently staring at you, almost as if he's asking for permission. Your lips part slightly, taking in a small breath. He leans in a little closer. This feels like a like a lifetime, when in all reality maybe thirty seconds has passed.

Closing your eyes he leans in all the way. Your lips touch for the first time, and this isn't some spark filled moment. It's just a moment between two sad people fighting for their lives, and trying their hardest to protect each other.

Pulling away his hand still lingers on your cheek. The room erupts into deafening cheers, but you can openly focus on the man staring back at you.

Taking your hand he turns you both so you're facing the crowd. There in the front row is your father's menacing presences. He watches both you and Wonwoo with a calculated look. Wonwoo squeezes your hand capturing your attention. He leads you down the aisle. Everyone cheers and claps applauding what they think is a happily newly wed couple.

The moment you're out of the ballroom, he pulls you off to the dressing room you got ready in. He never lets go of your hand. He locks the door and you both stand there for a moment, just silently staring at each other. Without even thinking you throw yourself into him. Your wraps your arms around his waist and cling to him.

Your chest shake, as a sob threatens to break. "It's okay." He says softly, his hand running up and down your back, helping to soothe you.

"I'm sorry." You cry.

"You don't need to be sorry, I'm sorry, lucky." Him calling you lucky, makes you smile, even while you're crying.

"It's almost over." He whispers.

"It's not though, we still have the reception."

There is a pounding on the door. Pulling away from Wonwoo you look at the door. "Mr and Mrs. Jeon, you're being called." You here the familiar voice of one of your fathers men, Tae.

"Mrs. Jeon?" You repeat loud enough for just the two of you to hear.

"I'm sorry." He's said this so many times since that early morning you met.

"Enough, we can't keep apologizing." You pull away from him. You brush the front of your bead encrusted dress.

His brows knit together. He pulls his wired frame cheaters off. You watch him silently for a moment.

There is another knock on the door. "One moment," Wonwoo yells.

Wonwoo laces his fingers with yours, leading you out of the powder room. The entry way to the ballrooms is sparse with people. Everyone is inside waiting for you.

The two door men open the doors. The ballroom is lively with jazz music and a sea of people. The moment the crowd is made aware of your entrance everyone cheers as Wonwoo leads you inside.

Soon food is passed around and you're both dragged on to the dance floor. You cling to Wonwoo, swaying to the beat of the jazz music.

"Lucky." He says loud enough just for you to hear.

"Yes?"

"We'll figure this out."

Without thinking you lean up and press your lips to his for a quick kiss, earning applause from the crowd.

It's not long before your father leads you around introducing you to influential people. Wonwoo takes a chance to step away, claiming he needed to speak to the dean from his university, who is attending the wedding.

He stands by the dean attempting to listen to him. He’s more focused on watching as you talk to who he assumes is your best friend. He sees you light up for the first time. The way you smile as you speak to her is absolutely mesmerizing. He can’t help but smile as he watches you. You’re absolutely beautiful, any man would be lucky to share this day with you. Hopefully one day you’ll light up like that for him.

Wonwoo makes small talk with the dean before he finds Mingyu standing on the balcony. His friend is leaning against the railing smoking a cigarette.

Mingyu puffs out a cloud of smoke. He reaches into his suit jacket pocket pulling out his carton of cigarettes. Wonwoo grabs one. Mingyu lights a match holding it out towards him.

"Does your wife care if you smoke?" Mingyu asks before taking another puff.

"I'm not sure." Wonwoo stares at the cigarette before taking a hit. He takes a long deep breath inhaling the bitter smoke.

"I can't believe you're married." Mingyu was shocked when Wonwoo told him about his impending marriage.

"It wasn't either of our choice." He takes another hit. Wonwoo leans against the railing. He looks into the busy ballroom. He watches as your father parades you around.

"Do you like her?" Mingyu nudges him.

"I could. We don't know each other yet."

"Do you already carry a torch for her?" Mingyu can't help but smile.

Wonwoo focuses on you, barely hearing anything Mingyu is saying. "It's a crush."

"A crush?"

"She's beautiful, and kind." He barely knows you, but he can tell you're beautiful inside and out.

"You sound like a like a love sick fool." Mingyu drops his cigarette on the floor, and steps on it.

"Knock it off." Wonwoo nudges his friend.

"I didn't tell you, you clean up nice, you look spiffy."

The doors open and you step outside. Mingyu smiles over at Wonwoo before he bows to you. "You look beautiful Mrs. Jeon." Mingyu can't miss an opportunity to tease his best friend.

"Thank you." You bow your head a little.

Mingyu gives you a bow before heading back inside. You step closer to your new husband. Your nose scrunches at the scent of his cigarette. Immediately he drops to the floor.

"Not a fan of smoking?"

"No, my father smokes." That's all you need to tell him.

"I won't smoke around you."

You move so you're leaning against the railing next to him. He reaches over, lacing his fingers with yours.

"We can leave in an hour, my father told Jack to have a car waiting outside for us. We're going to our new town house."

Wonwoo doesn't know much about the house your father set up. He just knows it's property your father owns. From what little he knows, he does know it's located on the fancier side of town.

"How many rooms is the town house?"

"Two, they've fully furnished it for us. One room was turned into an office for you." He knits his brow together. He didn't expect you to give him space for an office.

"Is Mingyu upset you're moving out?"

"I think he's pleased he'll have the place to himself ."

"Is it safe to say Mingyu is a lounge lizard?"

Wonwoo bites his bottom lip holding back a smile. "The ladies love Mingyu."

You want to ask him about his past with women, but you aren't sure if that would be crossing a line. "Do the ladies love you?"

He lets the corners of his mouth turn up, with an small smile. "Not nearly as much as Mingyu."

"You aren't a lounge lizard?"

"No."

"Oh." A silence takes over. Nothing is said as you both watch the party unfolding on the other side of the glass.

"I'm not some ladies man, who chases women."

You look over him. He looks so embarrassed. "It's okay if you were."

The door opens and your mother pops out. "Come back inside, people are asking where the bride and groom are."

Your fingers are laced together the rest of the time you spend at your wedding. You're putting on quite the show for the guest. From the outside looking in, it appears you are a couple who has been together for a while. The constant touching, and the not so subtle longing looks between the two of you.

Once it's finally time to call it a night, the band plays you out as you make your grand exit. Your father has a car waiting for you. Wonwoo drives the two of you away from the luxurious hotel. Your guest cheer as you drive away.

The whole way home Wonwoo keeps glancing over at you. Nothing is said between you the whole drive.

Arriving at your new shared home, Wonwoo helps you out of the car. Walking up the couple of steps to the door, Wonwoo is right behind you. You freeze staring at the door. You always imagined on your wedding day your husband would carry you over the threshold.

Wonwoo steps next to you, and reaches out unlocking the front door. Walking in slowly, you realize this is your new home. Stepping inside behind you, Wonwoo locks the door. He looks around and see a fully furnished home for you. This place is nicer then the place he shares with Mingyu near the university. You've grown up with two different tax brackets. The couch near the window looks to be an expensive Italian leather.

You walk away from him. You must know the layout of this place. You head up stairs and head off to the bedroom. Wonwoo follows behind you.

Wonwoo is suddenly aware that this place only has one bedroom with a bed in it.

Heading off to the en-suite bathroom you struggle to remove your dress. Wonwoo hears your struggling and peaks his head in. You immediately notice the absences of most his clothing, he's just in his dress pants. You can't help it as your eyes wander his torso. It takes everything in you not to reach out and touch the outline of his abs. Your face flushes with embarrassment instantly.

"Are you okay?"

"I need help." You sound completely defeated.

He steps close to you. Hesitatingly he reaches out. He takes his time unbuttoning the buttons that run up your spine. He works cautiously, he's trying to make this as easy on you as possible.

The final button is undone, he looks away and steps back trying to give you privacy.

"I can sleep on the couch." He knows there isn't another bed here.

The beaded dress falls to the floor, leaving you standing in a pool of fabric. You're left standing there in your silk white undergarments.

"I would prefer I don't spend my wedding night alone in bed."

Wonwoo catches sight of your exposed body through mirror. His cheeks flush and the tips of his ears turn red. He's seen his fair share of women even more exposed than this, but this feel incredibly more intimate.

Wonwoo doesn't know much about you, but something tells him that you're very much a virgin. The way you reacted to his bare torso.

Laying in bed you can't help but feel sad. You always imagined your honeymoon would be some, grand romantic night. You always thought this wojld be the night you lose your virginity. Instead you find yourself laying in bed fully dressed in a nightgown staring at a man you barely know.

He looks just as sad and hollow as you do. His lips part as he goes to say something, but nothing comes out.

Reaching out, you rest your hand next to him. Tears slowly slide down your cheek, landing on the cotton sheets below you.

"Wonwoo?"

"Yes?"

"We have to protect each other."

"I'll do anything to keep you safe." He reaches out, pulling your body close to his. He doesn't say anything else as you fall asleep crying in his arms.

NOTHING IS EASY ABOUT FALLING IN LOVE

A week into being married and it feels as if you're just roommates. Wonwoo has work at the university five or six days a week, and you find yourself spending time alone more often than not.

Your days at home are spent attempting to find a hobby. Before all of this you had a passion for painting. You've found yourself most days setting up an esel and painting in front of the living room window.

It's normally quite late by the time Wonwoo arrives home from the university campus. You've tried to have a home cooked meal waiting for him every night. You hope that maybe having dinner together every night can help build your relationship.You learned very quickly that you still don't know much about each other. You were strangers thrown together, and even with the little time that had passed he still practically feels like a stranger.

You've learned his mother and father live in a different state. Wonwoo only moved here for college and to work at the university. You've learned that Mingyu is the closest thing he has to a family in the city.

After a few late nights of Wonwoo coming home, you're terrified he's off in a speakeasy gambling or possibly seeing someone else. You're not able to protect him from your father if he keeps losing money, or if he's having an affair.

It's close to ten at night when Wonwoo finally arrives at home. You're sitting on the couch with a book in your lap. Wonwoo comes in looking deshevled and exhausted. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and his tie is loosened.

He's startled at the sight of you waiting up for him. "You waited up for me?"

"I was concerned about where you were."

"It's Mingyu's birthday. I stopped by his place to have dinner with him and Soonyoung."

"Oh." You close the book and stand up. "I would have appreciated if you let me know if you won't be home for dinner. I spent an hour cooking. I even waited up for you."

"I didn't think you would care if I missed dinner." He sighs, dropping briefcase down on the floor.

Taking a deep breath you stand up. You refuse to be stuck in a strained marriage, just like your parents. "Wonwoo, I understand that we didn't chose this marriage, but I desperately want to try and make this work."

He pushes his fingers through his disheveled hair. "Okay."

"So, please just communicate with me." Your eyes brim with tears. Your emotions and stress are getting the best of you.

His stomach twist seeing you, once again upset, because of him.

"I'm sorry." He steps closer to you.

"I should get some sleep." You're exhausted and you don't want to have this conversation anymore.

Laying in bed you stare at the door. You wish more than anything Wonwoo would walk through it, and join you in bed. Since your wedding night you've slept fully alone. Wonwoo has been sleeping on the living room couch. Your bedroom, you are supposed to share feels lonely. He only comes in here when he needs to get clothing from the closet.

The longer you stare at the door the more you start to cry. You cry yourself to sleep once again.

Walking out of the bedroom in the morning you're greeted to the sound of a silent home. You already know Wonwoo is gone before you reach the living room. In the kitchen you find a letter in a cream envelope with "My Dearest" written on the front.

Opening the letter you immediately feel your heart squeezes at the sight of Wonwoo's penmanship.

My Dearest,

I want to apologize for being so distant. I'm aware that all your troubles have been because of me. I sincerely want to be a better man. I want to learn to be a good husband, and learn to fall in love with you. I know before this we didn't know each other, and because of my disgressions in life, you're now tied to me. I want to make a promise to you, I'll try my hardest to make this work. I have stopped gambling, and have stayed away from anything related to your father. I want to prove to you, that I can be a good man. The one thing I ask for time, please let me learn to navigate all this.

I do have one last request, have dinner with me tomorrow night.

Always,

Wonwoo

You hope that he's being truthful about wanting to grow and be a better man, and that he truly does want to learn to fall in love with you. The idea of being stuck in a loveless marriage is terrifying to you. You've seen too many people you know get stuck in those types of marriage.

Wonwoo is true to his word. At six pm sharp he walks through the front door. He find you standing in front of the window working on a painting.

"Hello." He says pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"Hello." You turn away from your painting. "I made dinner earlier, we just need to heat it up. I thought soup would be nice, after a cold day."

Wonwoo heads off to the closet that's near the door, and hangs up his coat. Heading off to the kitchen and start putting the soup back on the stove. Aimlessly you stir the soup. Wonwoo's foot steps catch your attention.

Wonwoo silently starts setting the table to the two of you. You glance up at him, slowly stirring the soup.

"It smells delicious." He says glancing over at you.

"Do you mind bringing the bowls in here, so I can dish us?"

He brings you two bowls, you pour the savory soup, serving both of you. Wonwoo walks them back to the table.

Sitting at the table you watch him slowly eat. He's such a handsome man, you can't imagine women didn't chase after him. "Wonwoo?"

"Yes?"

"Have you ever courted someone before?"

"Yes." He suddenly feels embarrassed and he doesn't know why. "Have you ever been courted?"

"I was secretly seeing someone once." You were so young and naive back then. You were barely twenty-one when you started an innocent affair with one of your father's men.

"Who was it?" He suddenly feels jealous at the idea of someone being with you. He hates this feeling. He has absolutely no right to feel this way.

"Johnny, one of my fathers men."

"Oh." That's definitely not what he wanted to hear.

"Nothing happened, we never consummated our relationship or anything like that. I ran away before anything could happen." That was back when you desperately wanted to escape this life.

"You ran away?" He had absolutely no idea you ran away.

"It was back when I was twenty-one. I had enough of how controlling my father was. Honestly it's a story for a different time." You still remember the fear you lived in while you were on the run.

Wonwoo wants to ask you more questions, but can immediately tell this is a touchy subject. "Okay, if you ever want to talk about it, I'm here to listen."

You both silently eat together for a little bit. Even though neither of you are really saying much, it's just nice to have company. You can't take this feeling of being alone.

"Wonwoo?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you for the letter."

"It's the least I could do." He sets his spoon down. He gives you a sad smile. "I know I'm the reason things haven't been easy for you. I promise I'm going to try my best."

"I appreciate that. I meant it when I said, we're a team. As along as you are trying that's all I ask "

He reaches out and takes your hand. This is the first time he's properly touched your, since your wedding night. He bring the top of your hand to his lips, and presses a soft kiss there.

Tonight might just be a small step in the right direction, but at least things are changing.

Things after that night feel like they’re heading in the right direction. Wonwoo makes sure he's home for dinner. He’s actively getting to know you. You’ve learned so much about him.

On Sundays you’ve even started going for evening strolls together. You look forward to any time you get to spend by his side. Even if you weren’t forced together, you feel as if Wonwoo is someone you would have easily fallen for. You often wonder if he feels the same about you.

You’re hopeful things will keep going smoothly.

THE MARRIED VIRGIN

It's been four long months of marriage. You thought maybe things would get easier the longer you have been married. But it turns out they haven't. The threat of your father hanging over your head, while you're attempting to make your marriage work, hasn't been easy. Wonwoo has gotten so much better at communicating, and he's gone out of his way to work on getting to know you.

The true issue other then the ever looming threat of your father hanging over your head is, the fact Wonwoo won't share a bed with you. Wonwoo sleeping on the couch is starting to drive you mad. You’ve been married for four months and he won’t even touch you, other then a holding your hand or a kiss on the cheek. He is so respectful of you and polite you can’t even be mad. He's been a gentleman in every sense of the word. The fact that you're a married woman and still a virgin is maddening.

You've decided to spend this Saturday morning shopping with your best friend. She's mentioned needing to find a dress for an upcoming party her and Joshua, her husband are attending.

Looking through dresses hanging on the wall you're listening to her ramble on about nonsensical things. Her newest fascination is the fact that Wonwoo won't touch you in any sort of romantic way.

"Four months and you're still virgin?" Jewel sounds appalled at the idea of you still being untouched.

Your best friend Jewel has given you pointers on how to seduce your husband, but your inexperience with men, has left you too shy to try. You've heard about all the dirty details about her sexual escapades with her husband Joshua.

"It's not from lack of trying on my part. It's a delicate subject. I'm not sure how to approach him with the idea, that I would like to consummate our marriage." Your face is bright with embarrassment.

"Lucky, you just need to tell him. Tell him being a married virgin is strange."

The door to the store opens and you pay no mind to it as you look through the beautiful dresses. Someone clears their throat and you turn around to see one of your father's men Tae standing there.

"Miss, your father sent me to give you this." He holds out an expensive looking envelope with a gold wax seal on it. He hands one to you and one to Jewel.

He stands there waiting for you to open it. Pealing away the seal you find an invitation for art auction. Your father has been known to host these, you just didn't expect him to have one of his men give you a personal invite.

"Your father has requested you and your husband Mr. Jeon attend." Your stomach twist at him mentioning Wonwoo your father is up to something, but you aren't sure what.

Jewel is standing next to your protectively. "Tae, how did you find us?" Jewel grew up down the street from Tae so she has no problem sassing him.

"Mrs. Jeon's father is friends with the owner of this store." You glance up at the store owner to see him intently watching your conversation.

Shoving the invitation back in the envelope you glance up at Tae. You aren't sure what your father has up his sleeve, but he's playing some sort of game, you'll play along.

Tae leaves and you're left feeling uneasy. Jewel can immediately tell the day has been soured. "Should we call it day?"

"Yes, I should speak to Wonwoo."

Walking into your home you find Wonwoo in the living room. He’s standing in front of the window holding a book watching the rain fall. He’s dressed in a pair of slacks and a dress shirt. He seems more distracted than normal today.

“Wonwoo,” you say, earning his attention.

“Hi,” he closes the book and turns to fully face you.

“We have an event we have to attend,” you hold out your invitation that Tae dropped while you were shopping downtown with Jewel.

He pads across the living room and takes the invitation. His eyes brows knit together as he intently reads it.

“Why are we invited to an art auction?”

“I don’t know what his game plan is,” you sigh. Your father always has something up his sleeve. He’s always ten steps ahead of you. “I just don’t trust him. He has something planned.”

“What happened when you ran away?” Wonwoo asked, sitting down on the couch. You never planned on telling anyone about your attempt to run away. You realized after getting married, you can't keep secrets from Wonwoo. The only way you can keep each other safe, is if you're both open and honest.

You take a deep breath remembering the night you finally had enough and called Seokmin to help pack your bags while you attempt to get out of the state. “My father had someone find me.”

You shiver thinking about the constant fear you lived in waiting to be found. You finally had enough of being controlled and left in the middle of the night. With money you had been saving you ran away. You got to a different state. Your original plan was to get a new identity and start over, but you never got that far.

“Who found you?”

“Johnny." You vividly remember him breaking down the door to the apartment you were in. You had a short fling with Johnny before your father sent him to track him down. He didn’t think twice about turning his back on you to listen to your father.

“Did he hurt you,” he gently rests his hand on your thigh.

“No he didn’t. I knew what he was capable of, I didn’t give him the chance to even hurt me." Johnny might have cared for you before you left, but the moment you ran away you became nothing more than a job to him. "I made it to Chicago when he tracked me down."

“Were you planning on leaving again before that night you met me?”

“I wanted to, that’s why my father forced you to marry me. My father needed me to have someone who could be collateral damage for any mistakes I could make. You’re meant to anchor me here. If I leave he’ll kill you and not think twice about it.”

Wonwoo closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. The heavy feeling in your chest hasn’t left you since Wonwoo arrived at your family home, early that morning many months back.

“It’s not your fault. I got myself into this situation too.”

“You stopped gambling right?” you ask praying he didn’t get himself into any more of a mess.

“I stopped. I try to avoid anything connected to your father at all costs. I hasn't step foot in a speakeasy since that night." He pushes his fingers through his dark hair. “If you want to try and run away again I’ll go with you and we can try to fully disappear again.” At this point Wonwoo would do anything to keep you safe.

You can’t believe he just offered to risk his life for you. You couldn’t ever ask him to put his life on the line for you like that. You know you could never fully disappear. Once Johnny or Tae did find you, they would make sure they killed Wonwoo in front of you.

“We can’t do that Wonwoo, I care about you too much for you to risk your life for me.”

“We’re a team right?” He says leaning in before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Yeah we’re a team.” Closing your eyes you lean into his touch. You’ve fallen hard for your husband, you pray he feels the same way towards you. “Wonwoo—" You want to ask him to sleep in your room. There is a desperate feeling you have, to share some sort of intimacy with him. Even if it’s just sharing a bed and sleeping near him. “Please stop sleeping in the living room. I want to sleep in the same bed as you.”

Looking at you he cocks his head to the side as his eyebrows knit together. “Is that something you truly want?”

“Yes. I fully understand if you want to stay out here. But we’re married and I don’t really see you as just my roommate." You're putting yourself on the line here.

“I’ve tried really hard to be respectful because you didn’t choose me. It’s not like I was courting you before.” He reaches out, taking your hand. You move so you’re facing him sitting on the couch next to him.

“I might not have chosen you, but I care about you and I have feelings for you. I would like to be your wife, not just on paper.”

“Lucky, I would like to be your actual husband not just in name,” he whispers leaning forward.

“Okay good,” your nose brushes against his.

Leaning forward your lips touch for the first time since your wedding night. His soft lips are gentle for the first part of the kiss. He pulls away with his lips barely away from yours. “I have wanted to kiss you for so long, He whispers. You crash your lips into his for a heated kiss. You kiss him like you need him to breathe. He’s the air that fills your lungs in the suffocating ocean your father has brought you into.

He grabs your hips pulling you onto his lap. His hand rests on your soft sides as you tangle your fingers in his hair.

“You’re so pretty,” he says.

"Wonwoo—" You're quite inexperienced in most aspects of a sexual relationship. You and Johnny did fool around some back in the day, but you are still very much a virgin.

"Yes?" He pulls back a little bit.

"I'm a virgin." Your face immediately flushes. You shouldn't feel embarrassed admitting that, but for some reason you are. You stomach knots as he just blankly stares at you for a long moment.

The corners of his lips, tug into a smile. "Sweetheart, that's fine. You have nothing to be embarrassed about." He reaches up, resting his hand on your cheek. "I'll take care of you."

He drags his thumb across your bottom lip. Your lips part slightly, as your stare at him with lust filled eyes. "We should move to the bedroom."

Crawling off of him, you take his hand and lead him to your bedroom. His lips move against your as he slowly works on removing all the delicate layers of your clothes.

Laying on the bed completely bare you watch him, slowly take off if his own clothes. His glasses have been discarded, they're sitting in the dresser. His eyes stayed locked on you only focused on you as he strips away his clothes.

You've never properly seen a man naked before, but you know just by the glorious sight of his naked body, Wonwoo is no average man. His abs that line his stomach are absolutely mouth watering. The small trial of hair that leads down his navel to the promise land, leaves you awestruck. His cock is much bigger then you expected. It's a large and girthy. His length is a rosy color, and it curves up slightly. Maybe another time, you'll take your time exploring his body.

Wonwoo crawls on the bed slowly. You expect him to move so he's hovering over you. You're caught off guard when he lays down in front of you, with his face right in front of your needy core.

Pushing yourself up on your elbows you look down at him confused. You know Jewel has mentioned Joshua is a fan of cunnilingus, but she said not all men like it.

Wonwoo places a kiss on top of your mound. Your eyes are blown wide, unsure of what to expect. "Wonwoo?"

"Yes darling?"

"What are you doing?"

"It's your first time, I need to prepare you." What does he mean, prepare you? "I want you to have at least one orgasm, before you can take me." He slowly runs his pointer finger through your wet folds. "Have you ever had an orgasm before?"

Your face burns with embarrassment thinking about the few times you've touched yourself, and the one time you found your release rutting against Johnny's thigh.

"Yes."

"Relax and let me take care of you."

Leaning in close he starts, lazily licking your sensitive clit, while he toy with your entrance.

"You taste so sweet," he moans against your clit.

Your finger grip the cotton sheets below. He sucks on your clit like it's the sweetest thing he's ever tasted.

Dropping back down to the bed, you moan out. Your fingers grip the sheets, desperately trying to ground yourself.

You can't help but squirm as you suck in your tummy. All the senses in your body are on high alert.

"Won—" you can't think of any other words then his name, in that moment.

He moans against your pussy, the vibration pushing you over the cliff. You free fall in the deep abyss. Your walls flutter around his fingers like a heartbeat.

He pulls away with a lazy smile, and his eyes half lidded. He wiped your release off with his fingers. Sticking them in his mouth he licks your sweet release off.

"You sound so pretty when you cum."

He moves so he's sitting on his knees, between your spread legs. Your chest rises and falls, your heart feels like it's beating out of your chest. Wonwoo's strong hand rubs your thigh, helping to soothe you. "Are you okay to keep going? We can stop if you're not ready for more."

Desperately you reach for him. You can't bare for him to stop once you've had him. "please, I need you."

He nods. "Okay, darling."

He moves so he's hovering over you. Reaching between you, he takes his length in hand. He runs bulbous tip through your wet folds, collecting some of your release.

"This might hurt a little. If it hurts too much or you're uncomfortable, please tell me."

He enters you at an excruciatingly slow pace. Pushing in inch by inch, giving you a chance to adjust to the sheer sizes of him. The feeling of him stretching you, is like nothing you've ever experienced.

He fills you to the brim, practically kissing your cervix. He holds completely still, sitting on his knees, hovering over you. One of your hands holds his shoulder needing something to ground yourself.

"How does it feel?" He asks.

"Strange, it kinda of hurts, but not in a bad way."

"We can stop."

"I don't want to."

Reaching out, he laces his fingers with yours. he pins your hand, next to your head. Leaning down he connects his lips to yours for an intoxicating kiss. His tongue slides across you bottom lip, asking for access. Your tongues move together, helping to distract you, as Wonwoo slowly starts to move.

The first few shallow thrust feel strange. With each slow movement your body starts adjusting more and more.

"You feel so good." He moans against your lips.

Tangling your fingers in his hair you hold his face close to yours. "oh—" your moan is nothing more than a breathy whimper.

"You're doing so good." Hearing him praise you, does something to you.

With each slow thrust the pain starts to dissipate. The steady feeling of pleasure starts to take over.

"Feels good." The coil in your stomach starts to tighten.

Nose rest against yours. "Can you cum again?"

Wordlessly you nod.

"You're doing so good." He repeats. This thrust have grown deeper and steadier.

Your breathing feels shaky as you approach the edge of the cliff. Every thrust brings you a step closer.

Your eyes roll back, and your body free falls into the icy cold abyss. This orgasm feels like nothing you have experienced before. Your walls flutter around his length, that doesn't stop moving. Moaning his name loudly you squeeze his hand that is pining yours to the bed.

"Wonwoo—" you cry.

"Fuck." He swears with a moan.

"You're squeezing me." His thrust have lost their rhythm. His own release is rapidly approaching."I'm going to cum, where should I?" He's on the brink of falling apart.

The logical part of your brain should tell him to pull out, that you haven't discussed children. But that part of your brain isn't in charge right now. Your fingers cling to his back as your practically cry. "Inside."

He picks up his pace, chasing his high. He moans your name like a sinful prayer as he paints your walls with his milky release. He ruts his hips into your, helping each of you, ride out your high.

He drops down to his elbows, he's practically plastered against you. Every aspect of him, feels so consuming to you. Reaching up, you run your fingers through his dark hair.

"Did I hurt you?" He doesn't think he could live with himself if he hurt you.

"No, I'm a little sore, but that was wonderful."

Leaning down he presses his lips to yours. You want to say the three words out loud that are stuck in your throat, but you can't. Not until you're sure he feels the same way.

"I need to clean you up." He pulls away from you. You want to beg him not to leave, but you know he's trying to take care of you.

He leaves the room long enough to come back with a wet cloth to clean you up. Laying the bed he takes his time wiping away his release that slowly leaking out of you.

"We've never discussed having children." He says looking at your core.

"I know."

"I've always wanted to be a father." He knits his brows together and looks away from you.

"I think you would be a good father." Wonwoo is kind, caring and very intelligent. His one flaw is gambling issue, that he's seemed to have gotten under control.

"Do you want to be a mother?"

You can't help but smile. "I would like to be one."

Wonwoo disposes the cloth, before he crawls into bed with you. He pulls you close to him. You're both still naked, neither of you have a desire to get dressed. Your head rest on his chest. Gently he rubs your side helping to soothe you to sleep. For the first time in a longtime, you no longer feel lonely.

-

The day of the art auction, you can't get rid of the anxious feeling eating away at you. It's a Saturday so luckily Wonwoo has the day off. He's sitting in the living room reading a book while you're on the verge of a panic picking a dress to wear.

You settle on an emerald beaded gown. You call for Wonwoo, needing his help to button your dress. He walks in and is immediately taken a back at how beautiful you are.

He takes his time individually buttoning the back of your dress. Finishing up, he steps back to admire how beautiful you are.

"You're so beautiful."

"Thank you. You should get dressed."

Wonwoo heads off and gets dressed in his three piece suit you got him. He looks absolutely incredible my handsome. He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. You eyes roam his body.

"Were quite the pair Mr. Jeon."

"It helps that Mrs. Jeon is gorgeous."

Arriving at the ballroom. There is a lavish entry filled with the richest and the most elite people in the city. Wonwoo takes your hand, leading you past the sea people.

A jazz band plays on stage. Looking around you see paintings lining the wall with people staring at them.

You catch sight of Joshua and Jewel speaking with one of Joshua's friends Seungkwan. Wonwoo releases your hand long enough to to track you down something to drink.

Jewel grabs your arm leading you away from the boys. "You look beautiful." She says to you, leading you towards the paintings that line the wall.

Your heart sinks staring at the black and white paintings. They're all reminiscent of the street in Chicago you ran away to. There a few details that leave you absolutely sick. Walking closer to you see red paint splattered in some, that resembles blood, and another has a pair of broken glasses, that look exactly like Wonwoo's

Instinctively your hand clutches your pearl necklace. Your eyes are wide as your try not to cry. This art auction is truly nothing more then a warning to you from your father.

"Lucky?" Jewel immediately knows something is wrong.

"I need my husband." Turning on your heels you speed walk over to Wonwoo.

You practically throw yourself into his arms. He can immediately tell you're extremely upset. He looks at the paintings where you just were. He releases you and pulls back. His hand rest on your cheek. The slow drag of his thumb acrossed your delicate skin, is helping to soothe you.

"What's wrong?"

"The painting are a message to me." Pulling away you search for your father, but he's nowhere to be seen.

It's clear your father wants to play a game, and you're not a about to become a a pawn again.

The band plays a song loudly. You look around and find Jewel and Joshua standing near. Wonwoo's hand is protectively on your back.

There is about an hour you play the role of the socialite. You lead Wonwoo around to speaking to old friends, and people connected to your family. Everyone is very interested and learning about your new husband and his job as a professor. The whole time you're making your rounds you watch out for your father close circle of men. You know if you spot Johnny, Tae or Jack your father is near.

Wonwoo leans in close and whispers in your ear, "your father is here."

Looking across the room you see your father for the first time. You know your mother and sister are somewhere here, but you don't have time to look for them.

"Wonwoo stay here." You lean up to give him a quick kiss.

He looks over his glasses and finds your father intently watching both of you. "I can go with you."

"No. Let me handle him." You step away from him, but before you can get more then a step away he pulls you back. You can tell by the look in his eyes, he's scared just like you are. "Wonwoo, I'll be okay."

He doesn't say anything, he just leans down and presses his lips to yours. "I'll be waiting for you."

Taking a deep breath you make your way across the crowded room.

"Father." You walk up to him. The man standing next to him in and expensive suit takes this as his sign to walk away.

"My darling daughter. It's clear your husband is already keen on you." Your father's eyes are locked on Wonwoo while he stands next to Jewel and Joshua.

"He's a good husband."

"You're fooling nobody. It's clear you've fallen in love with him. Seems he's serving his propose already." His words are menacing.

"His purpose?" You need to play dumb, so your father shows his hand.

"If you love him, you'll do anything you can to keep him safe. If you leave, I'll make him suffer, while you watch." His hand grips your heart, and he squeezes tighter and tighter with each pointed word.

"Leave him alone." Each one of your words is pointed.

"As long as you behave, nothing will happen to your husband."

"I'm not going to run again. I have him, and I'm happy. Leave us alone."

Your father lets out a little laugh. "You know Wonwoo has some good genes. He's handsome, and extremely intelligent. His only issue is his eye sight, and him wearing those cheaters." His eyes are locked on Wonwoo. "I would love grandchildren. Maybe I should tell your husband that it's time to make you a mother." Bile starts to crawl up your throat. If you have children one day, you want to keep them far away from your father.

"Leave him alone."

"Maybe marriage wasn't good for you. Suddenly you think you're able to talk back to me."

"Stop it." You've had enough of his threatening words.

"You should find your mother. She's been looking for you all night."

"Goodbye father." You step away.

"Just remember, even if you love him, that won't stop me from using him to keep you in line."

With each step you take, you fight to hold back tears. Looking up you see Wonwoo watching you. As he goes to take a step, you shake your head. You don't want him anywhere close to your father.

Jewel and Joshua watch as you rush to Wonwoo. The second you're close enough he grabs your hand, pulling you toward him. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you bury your face in his chest. Desperately you try and fight back tears. You pull away from him slowly. He rests his hand on your cheek. He drags his thumb across the delicate skin on your cheek.

"We should leave." You can't stay here any longer.

"Lucky, are you okay?" Joshua seems just as concerned as his wife.

"Mr. Jeon." You're father's menacing voice echoes behind you.

Wonwoo pulls back a little, dropping your hand. His eyes stayed locked on your, you can instantly see he's scared. Reaching down you grab his hand, lacing your fingers with his.

"Sir." Wonwoo responds.

Your fathers give him a menacing smile, stepping closer. "Do you like the art?"

Squeezing his hand, you let him know he's not alone. "it's quite unique."

"I found an artist who is great at drawing cities."

"So it seems." Wonwoo responds.

"Have you ever been to Chicago?" Your father mentioning the name of the city you ran away to sends a chill down your spine.

"No sir."

"I've heard it's beautiful, you should ask my daughter about it."

The loud room instantly feels silent. A ringing takes over you ears. You stomach knots, staring at your father.

Wonwoo squeezes your hand, snapping you out of it. You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.

"I don't think that's necessary." Wonwoo says.

Shame suddenly takes over you. You feel incredibly small under the crushing gaze your father is giving you. Whatever sick and twisted game he wants to play, he's winning.

Tae walks over capturing your fathers attention. He whispers something in his ear.

"I must take my leave. Lucky, tell your husband about Chicago." He walks away, leaving you feeling sick.

Stepping back, you hold back your tears. Wonwoo doesn't let you go far. He desperately clings to your had.

"Lucky." Jewel rushes towards you, with Joshua right behind her.

"Do you want to go home?" Wonwoo asked.

"Yes, I'm ready to leave." He just bibs his farewell and leads you out of the ballroom.

You flee with the party, clinging to your husband. You desperately want to escape this personal hell, your father has made for you.

The whole ride home Wonwoo doesn't try to make small talk, his silence is comforting.

Arriving at home Wonwoo takes his time to help unbotton your dress. Once the last button is undone, he presses his lips to your bare shoulder.

"Are you okay?" He knows it's a loaded question.

"No, but I will be."

TEAR STAINED CHEEKS AND SWEET KISSES

Six months into marriage things between you and Wonwoo are fantastic. You've fallen head over heels more and more in love with him.

He does anything he possibly can do to make you happy. There is a little part of him that is constantly reminding, that in some way he will let you down. He's known for awhile at some point he's going to need to take the train back home to see his family. In an ideal situation, he would be able to take you with him. He knows deep down inside he can't.

After a long day at work, Wonwoo finds you painting in the living room. Painting has consumed your free time. Wonwoo often finds you like this after work. He loves watching you paint. You seem so incredibly happy when you're lost in your painting.

"Hi, my dearest."

You turn and find him standing there looking so handsome. In these last few months you haven't been able to keep your hands to yourself. You just can't get enough of him.

"I need to take a trip home to see my parents." That wasn't what you expected him to say.

"Oh?"

"I would love for them to meet you, I'm just worried if you go, your father will assume we're up to something." Wonwoo tries to act strong when it comes to anything involving your father, but you know he's just as terrified as you.

"Are you asking me to stay home?"

"Unfortunately, yes. I'll only be gone a week. I asked Mingyu to keep an eye on you, as well as Joshua and Jewel." Your face falls, and Wonwoo feels his stomach twist. He can't stand seeing you sad.

"Wonwoo I don't like the idea of staying home." You aren't used to being alone anymore.

He rushes over to you. "I know, I hate it too. I'm just scared of you go with me, your father will follow us."

"When do you leave?"

"In a week. I'm going to take the train to Philly."

"Okay."

"Lucky, please don't be mad. I'm trying to keep us safe."

"I want to meet your family." You hate the idea that Wonwoo's family wasn't even at his wedding. They have no idea what you're like. Apart of you is terrified they'll hate you for bringing Wonwoo into your mess of a family.

"I want you to meet them too. We just need to wait."

"Wonwoo do they know why we got married?"

He pushes your hair behind your ear. "No, I just told them I fell in love with you. That we had a whirlwind romance and I begged you to marry me."

"When did you tell them that?"

"That week I wrote you that letter. I sent them a letter telling them about our marriage."

You try to go about your night normally, but the aching feeling in your chest still lingers. Even married your father continues to control your life. A normal married couple would be able to travel to see their in laws, but you simply can not do that.

Laying in bed you stare at the wall. No matter how hard you try, you can't stop the tears from falling. The bathroom door opens, and Wonwoo steps into the bedroom.

There is a long beat of silence before Wonwoo slides into bed. Without saying a word, he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls your body close to his. He presses his lips to the exposed delicate skin on your shoulder.

"I'm sorry." He hates that he keeps hurting you.

"It's not your fault, it's my fathers fault."

"I still hurt you though. I want you to meet my family."

"I know."

He hand kneads your stomach, helping to relax you. "I love you." He says those three words you've been dying to say for months.

"I love you too."

Mindlessly he starts kissing the side of you neck. Soft moans pass your lips, as he focuses on the sensitive area under your ear.

"Darling, can you lay on your back for me?"

He pulls away, giving you space to move. Laying on your back, you look over at him. He sits on his knees, he takes a moment to pull off his shirt. This body is mouth watering. Recently you can't seem to get enough of him. Pushing yourself up, you pull off your night gown. Lifting your hips, you shimmy out of your panties. You're left laying on the bed completely bare.

Wonwoo hops off the bed long enough to remove his pants. He's already hard, his large lenght is already leaking.

Slowly he crawls onto the bed towards you. He takes his time lowering himself onto the bed in front of you. Leaving a trail of wet kisses across your inner thigh.

Hw kisses the top of your mound before he dives in, like a man straved. He knows exactly what you need to push you over the edge. Your fingers are tangled in his hair, holding him close. Without even thinking your hips rut towards his face.

He laughs against your core, at how needy you are for him. He adores seeing you desperate for your release.

"You sound so pretty." He moans.

"Won—" you all but cry, practically on the edge.

"Can you cum?"

Rapidly you not your head. "Yes."

"Okay, darling." He goes back to sucking on your clit. He works you closer and closer to the edge. His finger work in tandem with his mouth. He thrust two finger in and out of you, over and over again.

Your orgasm feel like a white hot wave. Releasing your fingers from his hair, you go limp against the bed. Your whole body feels as light as a feather.

He pulls back, sporting a grin. Silently he licks his fingers clean of your release. "You taste so good."

Your eyes can’t help but focus on the way his hard cock is leaking. He moves so he’s hovering over you. He’s pressing his lips anywhere he can reach. Without thinking you reach between you. You start pumping his velvety length.

“Fuck—“ he moans.

“Wonwoo, I need you.”

“You can have me.” He removes your hand from him. He takes his cock and guides it to your entrance. A gasp passes your lips as his mushroom tip slips in. No matter how many times you do this, you need a few moments to adjust to the sheer size of him. He pushes in inch by inch.

The moment you’re filled to the brim he looks down at you. He looks at you as if you hung the stars and the moon. Reaching up, resting your hand on his cheek.

“My darling wife, you’re my everything.”

Your heart squeezes. Tears brim your eyes once again. Wonwoo loves you so much, and in turn you’re head over heels for him.

“I love you.” You whisper.

He pulls back slowly, before pushing his hips forward. He makes love to you slowly. His lips are all over your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses. Your hands touch anywhere they possibly can. You want to touch anywhere and everywhere you can reach.

With each slow and deep thrust he’s brushing that spot inside of you, that has you seeing stars.

The room is filled with echoing sounds of your moans and whimpers, and his groans against your skin. There is a sound of squelching from your release.

“Im gonna—“ your brain can't even process how to finish that sentence.

“You can do it baby.” He pulls back slightly.

“Won—“ you cry out. You release hits you hard and fast, the air feels as if it’s been knocked out of your lungs.

Your walls flutter around his length like a heartbeat. Your fingers cling to him, holding him close. His thrust has lost its rhythm. His own release is rapidly approaching. His moaning your name like a sinful prayer.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m going to—“ his hips stutter. With one practically deep thrust he spills his milky release.

His forehead rests against yours. His eyes are squeezed shut. Slowly he rocks his hips into you, helping each of you ride out your highs.

“I love you.” He whispers with his lips brushing yours.

HIS LUCKY CHARM

You've been feeling off for a few weeks, and the entire time Wonwoo has been gone you've been nauseous and throwing up. You're pretty sure you're pregnant. You want to be a mother, and you know Wonwoo would be an amazing father, but you're scared.

You've spent the whole time pretending you're okay in front of Mingyu, Joshua and Jewel. You don't want anyone to know you're pregnant until you tell Wonwoo.

The whole time he's gone, you miss him dearly. One evening you finally decide you feel well enough to paint. You open your box of paints, and find a letter from your husband.

My Dearest,

I hope you find this letter. I hate that I wasn't able to bring you along. Just know I did it to protect you. I know we did originally chose each other, but that didn't stop me from falling in love with you. You're the sun to my moon. You're the reason breathe each day. I love you so much, and I can't want until we're reunited.

Love, your husband.

You never thought you would find love like you have with Wonwoo.

You spend your time alone painting for ready some of the books Wonwoo keeps in a bookshelf. Jewel and Joshua often invite you over for dinner, or Mingyu comes around, so you aren't alone.

The amount of nausea you're experiencing is a firm reminder you're indeed pregnant. You and Wonwoo haven't done anything to prevent pregnancy, so you aren't surprised.

It's the day Wonwoo is finally serving back home. Sitting on the bathroom floor you wonder how Wonwoo will react to the news.

Your plans for cook dinner tonight have long gone out the window.

The sound of the front door closings catches your attention. You hear your name called in the distance. You're barely able to yell out for your husband, before you throw up again.

He finds you with your head in the toliet, spilling the contents of your stomach. Instantly he squats down next to you, and starts rubbing your back. Helping to soothe you.

"Darling, what's wrong."

"I think I'm pregnant." You pull back sitting on your knees looking over at him.

Wonwoo suddenly feels a mixture of excitement and terror. The idea of your father using his child as a pawn against both of you is absolutely terrifying.

He's lost all the color in his face as he stares at you. "Wonwoo?"

"Lucky, that's amazing, darling."

Placing his hand on your cheek he leans in and rest his nose against yours. Even thought the circumstances that led to your marriage aren't normal, he can't deny how much he loves you.

"You're going to be an amazing mother."

"I hope I am." You never wanted to raise a child anywhere near your father. The idea of bringing a child into this world is terrifying.

He presses a kiss to your forehead. He ever so slowly pushes your hair away from your face. "Darling, let me make you some tea to soothe your stomach."

He helps you stand up, and gives you a chance to clean up. Heading off to the kitchen he focuses on making you a cup of tea.

Walking into the kitchen you find Wonwoo focused on making you a cup of tea. Walking up behind him, you wrap your arms around his stomach. Resting your cheek against his back. You missed him so much.

"Next time you go on a trip, can we try and see if I can go with you." His absence made you realize, you don't want to live a life where Wonwoo isn't by your side.

He pulls away and spins around. Wrapping his arms around you, he holds you close. "I missed you so much." He leans down pressing his lips to yours for a gentle kiss.

"I missed you too."

"I saw your painting by the window."

You pull back giving him a soft smile. "In your absence, I distracted myself with painting."

He reaches out resting his hand on your stomach. "Maybe you could paint our beautiful baby something for their nursery?"

He's always encouraging you to paint. He always says, he loves watching you light up painting. Since everything unfolded that morning where you met Wonwoo, painting has brighten you so much joy.

"I would love to do that."

Sitting at the kitchen table sipping on tea, Wonwoo tells you all about his visit to see his family. He lights up, mentioning how his mother says she wants to meet you, and when she says she wants grandchildren. Instinctively you rest your hand on your stomach.

Unfortunately Wonwoo's parents won't be the only set of grandparents in your child's life. You know your mother will be a great grandmother, you're just terrified of your father.

For the longest time you have been sitting on lots of information about your fathers illegal activities. It seems the time has finally come to let your father know he won't be controlling your family you've built with Wonwoo.

Looking at Wonwoo you can see the way he looks at you. You're his everything, and in turn he's your everything. You stand by your promise you made to him, you'll protect him. The only way you can truly protect him, is by telling your father to leave you alone.

Your first evening home with Wonwoo ends with you laying in bed together. His head rest near your stomach. You can't help but smile as he talks to your baby. You both know there is no way your very small child can possibly hear him, but it doesn't matter. His actions makes both of you happy.

"I'm going to love you so much. You're momma is the best thing that ever happened to me." His sweet words make your eyes water.

"They're going to love you just as much." You respond.

-

Two weeks pass until you're finally ready to speak to your father. You make sure not to tell Wonwoo, and you plan your trip for when he's at work at the university. You made sure to inform Jewel of your location, incase your father tries to pull anything.

It's a chilly autumn morning as you make your way through the city. Your families home is located on the upper fancy side of the city. You hold your close to your body, protecting yourself from the breezy.

Walking into your family home, you find your mother in the foyer. She lights at the sight of you. She pulls you into a tight hug.

"Lucky, I didn't know you were coming by." She immediately helps your remove your coat.

"Wonwoo is at work, and I need to talk to father."

She pulls back and looks at you with worried eyes. "Is everything okay?"

"It will be." You step back.

"He's in the dining room. He just finished up a meeting ."

Walking through the the living room, you enter the dining room. Your father is sitting alone. In front of him is a plate with steak and a glass of what looks like whiskey. One of the men he met with must of brought him the illegal brown colored liquor.

"Father."

"My darling daughter." You hate that he always speaks to you in a condescending tone.

You pull out a chair and sit down across from him."I shouldn't be here long. I'm stopping by to let you know, I'm with child."

He narrows his eyes at you, clearly processing what you just told him."You're pregnant?"

"Yes, and I'm letting you know now." You pause. This is your chance to finally be brave. "If you ever want to see me or your grandchild you will leave me and Wonwoo alone. This isn't a threat, but a promise. If you so much as touch one hair on Wonwoo's head, I will burn down everything you have worked for. You just won't see me or my child ever again. I will burn down your empire." You've spent years paying attention to all the illegal things your fathers does.

He barks out a bitter laugh. "Know your place, child."

"I'm not a child. I'm giving you a chance to know your grandchild."

He grabs the expensive glass, an takes a drink of the whiskey. "You're threatening me."

"No I'm promising you, that if you hurt my husband or try to control me, I'll end everything." You've been paying close attention to your father's illegal activities since your were an adult.

"Where is your beloved husband?" He leans forward, resting his arms on the table.

"Thats none of you business."

"You wouldn't do anything."

"I think Bureau of Investigation would love to know about the speakeasy on twelveth street. Or about your money moving store fronts." You have no issues laying your cards out on the table.

"You love the professor so much you would throw away your family that gave you everything." He's switching to a tactic of guilting you.

"I would do anything for him and our child." Instinctively you rest your hand on your stomach.

He doesn't say anything he just leans back in his chair. His eyes are burning into you. "It's time I leave now. I'm going on a trip with my husband. I better not encounter any of your men."

"Are you running away?"

"No, I'm going on a much needed trip. Don't worry I'll be back."

Walking out of the dining room you find your sister and mother standing there. Both of them practically in tears. This isn't how you wanted either of them to find out.

"You're pregnant?" Your mother asks.

"Yes." You can't stop the tears that start falling.

"Does Wonwoo know?" Your sister asks.

"Yes, and he's very happy."

Your mother wraps her arms around you, pulling you close. "I'm so happy for you, Lucky. Maybe you were his lucky charm."

You think about this often. You've always been called Lucky, because your mother says you're a lucky charm, and maybe she's right. Wonwoo and you being thrown together changed his life. He's even says you're his lucky charm.

"I think he's mine."

-

EPILOGUE: SNOWFALL

Two month later you find yourself stepping off a train with Wonwoo by your side. This is your first time traveling since that faithful trip to Chicago. Wonwoo holds your hand tight as you make your way through the crowd. One of your hands rest on your round stomach.

Philadelphia is beautiful in the winter. According to Wonwoo his parents live about a five minute walk from the the train station.

He lights up looking around the city called home for most his life. "I used to walk this way to school everyday."

Arriving at the house he grew up in he stops. He looks over at you and gives you a smile. "I always dreamed of bringing the love of my life home to meet my parents."

"Is that what I am?"

"Yes, you're the love of my life, and the mother of my child."

Walking up the lightly snow covered path, you feel slightly anxious. Wonwoo knocks on the door and his mother quickly opens the door. She lights up at the sight of both of you.

His family immediately walk you in with open arms. His mother waste no time pulling you into a hug before taking you inside. Wonwoo watches with the biggest smile on his face. He was already hopelessly in love with you. But seeing you pregnant and glowing with a smile plastered on your face, reminds him that you're truly the love of his life.

You might have not chosen each other, but maybe you were always supposed to end up together.

Jeon Wonwoo was your everything for years. The sun rose and set in his eyes. You told yourself you would do anything and everything for him. You never thought distance would drive you apart.

You met him the cliche way most people do these days, tinder. A terrible hook up left you feeling burned and undesirable. Your roommate Nara convinces you to download the app. You never expected to match with a six foot, hot gamer nerd.

You were hesitant to meet up with Wonwoo. For a while you were quite self conscious about your body, and you were terrified Wonwoo would think you didn’t look like your pictures. After a literal and figurative push you walked out the door and met Wonwoo downtown for lunch and coffee.

Your first date was perfect and soon led to so much more. You built the perfect life, and even moved in together for the last two years of your relationship. You were together four years before his job moved him to a different country. You tried your hardest to make long distance work, but soon things fell apart. One day you were a couple and next you knew he was no longer coming home to the apartment you shared. Originally, you were going to find a new place to live, but instead you found comfort staying in the same two bedroom apartment.

-

Sitting in the same cafe you had your first date in seven years ago, feels strange. Wonwoo is sitting across from you, looking even more handsome than the last time you saw him.

His hair is a little longer and shaggier. He’s dressed in a blue coat, with a cream button up. He pushes his signature glasses up, that he’s still wearing after all these years.

“I'm surprised you reached out to me.” You say. It’s been years since your breakup and you assumed he would just move on.

“I haven’t stopped thinking of you.” He’s nervously playing with the condensation on his cup.

“When did you move back?”

“A couple months ago. I wanted to get situated before I reached out to you.” It’s clear he’s been planning to reach out to you. “My job wants me back in the office in the city.”

“Wonwoo, this feels strange.” You never thought you would see him again.

“I know. I just really wanted to see you. I selfishly reached out to you, without thinking.”

“I’m glad you reached out to me.” That’s not a lie - you’ve missed him and you’re glad he messaged you.

“Are you single?” He’s clearly nervous asking this question.

“Yeah, I am.” You’ve tried dating a couple of times since the break up but it always ends the same. “Are you single?”

“I literally never moved on from you.” Wonwoo always said you were his true love, but you never thought he was serious. You are quite shocked he’s single. Considering you’ve been apart for so many years, on literal different continents, you just assumed he’d try and move on.

Wonwoo had truly been your first love. You thought you loved your boyfriend back in college, but what you felt for Wonwoo was so incredibly different. You loved Wonwoo with every part of your heart and soul. To be honest you still love him. A love like that doesn’t just disappear. Even after years apart you still longed for him.

He picks up his coffee and looks at it mindlessly for a moment. “How have things been?”

“They’ve been good. I got promoted at the bank. I’m finally making really good money.”

He gives you a soft genuine smile before taking a drink of his coffee. “I’m proud of you. I know how hard you’ve worked.”

“What about you, how are you?”

“I moved to the head of my department. That’s how I was able to move back home.”

“How was living in New York?” You will always hold resentment when it comes to New York, that city is what tore you apart.

“It was nice, but it really never felt like home.” He picks up his coffee and takes a sip.

The waitress comes over and places the pastries you ordered. You smile seeing him light up at the sight of his favorite almond croissant. Many days after work you would swing by this cafe and grab Wonwoo a croissant as a surprise.

“The first day I was back in the city I stopped by here to get one of these croissants and a Vienna latte.”

“You got a Vienna latte? You don’t like Vienna lattes. You always said it’s too sweet for you.”

“It’s your favorite drink, and I wanted to be reminded of you.” He pulls apart his croissant and holds a piece out for you. “I didn’t know if you would even respond to my text.”

“Wonwoo, why wouldn’t I have responded to you?”

“Because we’ve been broken up for three years. I wasn’t sure if you had aboyfriend, or maybe just wanted nothing to do with me.” His worst nightmare would be finding out you wanted nothing to do with him.

“I’m glad you reached out to me.”

You take a drink of your latte. He takes a bite of his croissant. That day all those years ago you both ordered the exact same things. This reminds him of the first time he met you. He knew that day he was going to fall in love with you sooner rather than later.

The check comes and Wonwoo hands off his card before you can even blink. Walking outside into the crisp autumn air, you aren’t ready to go your separate ways. Wonwoo definitely isn’t ready to say goodbye.

“Can I walk you home?”

“Yes, you can.”

The cool autumn breeze blows his hair away from his face. He walks so close to you he gently bumps into you every few steps. He misses the days when he could just hold your hand on walks home.

He immediately knows the path you’re walking. You’re heading back toward the apartment you used to share. He gets caught off guard when you enter the same building. This all feels too familiar. Walking towards the elevator you press the button to the fourteenth floor. The same floor he used to call home. Leaning against the wall, Wonwoo stands close to you. He glances at you, and finds you staring straight ahead. The door open and he follows you. You walk down the hall to the same door. His chest tightens when the thought finally sinks in: you never moved. You stayed in the place that you shared with him. You open the door and signal for him to come inside, stepping out of your shoes and taking off your coat. He stands there speechless for a moment before he follows suit.

“You never moved out of our old place?” He looks around the living room. This place holds so many memories you shared.

“I thought about it, but this place is perfect. I couldn’t bring myself to move out.”

He walks over to the couch you both picked out together. He fondly remembers the three hour trip you took to Ikea together. You both couldn’t decide between three different couches. You were hell bent on wanting this navy colored couch. Wonwoo remembers every detail of the way you looked as you christened the couch that night. You rode him with your fingers tangled in his hair. If he closes his eyes he can still picture you.

It’s been years and things about this apartment have changed, and so many things are still the same. The print he got you for Christmas the first year you lived here still hangs above the couch.

He wasn’t sure what happened after you took his name off the lease. But he’s happy you’re still in the place you used to share.

Turning around he finds you watching him. “I like that you stayed here.”

“I didn’t want to let go of us. This was one thing I could have that reminded me of us.”

“I never stopped missing us.” He walks towards you. “I still miss you.”

“Wonwoo, I never stopped missing you, either.” You truly never thought you would get the chance to be with him again. “I was never able to move on from you.”

He walks over towards the huge window that overlooks the city. You spent many nights here looking up at the bright stars. You walk up next to him. He glances over at you.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever known.” You can’t help but blush. He’s always had a way with words with you.

You look over at him. He’s staring at you almost as if he’s studying you. “God, I want to kiss you so badly.”

“Then kiss me.”

He takes your face in both of his hands. He ever so slowly leans in. The anticipation of your lips touching for the first time in years is almost too much to handle. His nose rests against yours and you close your eyes waiting for your lips to finally touch.

“Wonwoo—”

“Yes, my sweet girl?”

“I have waited for years for this. Please just kiss me already.”

“As you wish.” He gives you a cat-like smile.

His lips brush against yours first with a slow peck on the lips. He pulls away slightly, before you lean in chasing his lips. You kiss him as if you need him to breathe. He’s the air for your oxygen deprived lungs. He turns your body, pressing your back against the window.

He pulls away smiling. “How could I ever kiss another woman when I know what it’s like to feel your lips on mine?”

Leaning in, you press your lips to his jaw, leaving a wet trail of kisses as you make your way down his neck. He groans as your fingers cling to his shirt.

“Baby, are you needy for me?”

“I just want you so badly.” You moan against his neck.

“How badly?”

“I want you to fuck me.” You haven't had sex in ages and you desperately want to know what it’s like to fully be with the man you consider to be the love of your life again.

His fingers reach for the hem of your dress. He slides it up your thighs, lifting it over the curve of your ass.

“We should move to the bedroom.” He says with his lips near yours.

“We can later. Fuck me against the window like you used to.” Back in the day Wonwoo loved pressing you up against the window and taking you from behind. He said there was something thrilling about the fact someone could see you. Your window was very high up, and your window didn’t face another window. It would be quite difficult for someone to actually see you, but that didn’t make it any less thrilling.

Grabbing your hips he spins you around. Pressed up against the window you gasp. He fumbles pushing down your panties. Your mind can only think about how turned on you are. Next think, you find your panties on the floor and your dress pushed up over your ass. He steps back just enough to unbuckle his belt.

You push yourself off the window to fully pull off your dress. Wonwoo is on you seconds later. His fingers make quick work of removing your bra. You’re left completely naked pressed up against the cold window, while Wonwoo pulls his shirt off and finds his pants and boxers pooledaround his ankles.

He’s leaving a trail of hot kisses across your shoulders and the back of your neck.

“I don’t have a condom with me.” He sighs.

“Wonwoo, I’m still on birth control. I trust you if you tell me you're clean.”

“Baby, I’ve never done anything foolish with anyone. I’ve never had sex with anyone without a condom other than you.”

“Please fuck me.” You plead. You’ve craved him for years. If you have to beg for him, you absolutely will. You’ll do anything if it means you get to be with him again.

“Do I need to prep you?” He’s asking because he’s definitely the biggest man you’ve ever been with. You don’t care that he’s massive and you’re definitely going to be sore after this. Right now the only thing you want is for him fuck you so good, you forget about your years spent apart.

“Wonwoo please just fuck me. Make me forget we ever broke up.”

He presses a kiss to your shoulder blade before slowly pushing into you from behind.

“Ohh—” You cry out as he fills you to the brim. He's so thick, he feels as if he’s splitting you in half.

Your body presses against the glass as your pert nipples rub the glass with each thrust of Wonwoo’s hips.

Your hand is pressed to the glass and Wonwoo grabs the top of it holding on. His thrust are frantic and desperate. He’s practically drunk on lust, having craved you for years. This whole situation feels like a dream, one he never wants to wake up from.

“Nonu—” You moan, arching your back, pushing your butt towards him to meet his thrust.

“So tight.” He groans against your ear.

Your chest smashes against the glass with each thrust. “Fuck.” You can’t even form proper thoughts at this point.

One of his hands grips your waist, helping slam his hips into yours. In the many years you had been together you had all types of sex. You had nights of sweet slow lovemaking, and there were many times Wonwoo would be rough while you’re both drunk on each other. Those were the times when you were both too horny to take it slow. Right now is one of those times. You don’t want it slow and gentle right now, you want it rough just like this. You want him to fuck away the years of missing him. You want to wipe away the years of longing.

Grabbing your arm he pins it behind your back, using it for leverage. Your cheek is squished against the glass.

“Ugh—“ You whimper.

“Your pussy is perfect.” He moans.

The knot in your stomach tightens with each thrust.

He releases your arm and you place it on the window holding yourself up. He wraps his arm around your body, his hand moving towards your puffy clit. He can tell by the way you squeeze his cock with each thrust, you’re getting close to the edge. He sloppily rubs your clit, earning whiny moans.

“I’m- I’m -I’m clo-“ you can’t even properly form words. Your eyes are practically rolling back in your head.

“Baby can you come for me?” He says against your ear.

“Yes.” You cry as your walls flutter around his length and he follows you off the cliff. He slams his hips against yours finding his high. Painting your walls white with his milky release.

Leaning your body against the window, you let your white hot orgasm wash over you. He wraps his arms around your soft body, plastering his body against yours.

You could stay like this forever. He pushes your hair away and leans wet kisses on the side of your neck.

“It’s like we never miss a moment.” He slowly pulls away from you. He slowly pulls out of you, watching as his release slowly leaks out. He swipes it up with his fingers. You push yourself off the wall and turn around. You look at his cum on his fingers and without a second thought you take his two fingers into your mouth. “Fuck, you’re so sexy.”

“Are you going to leave now?” You aren’t exactly sure what is unfolding between the two of you. You don’t want this to be a one time thing - you never want him to leave again.

“Sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere.” Taking your face in both of his hands he leans in close. “I want us to be together again, if that’s what you want.” Leaning forward he crashes his lips into yours, not caring that he can taste his release on your tongue.

“I want us to be together again.” You pull away resting your nose against his.

“I’m all yours sweetheart.”

He pulls you down to the floor. He grabs a pillow off the couch, resting it under your hips for some cushion.

Everything fades around you. The only thing that matters is Wonwoo hovering over you. Pushing his hair away from his face you stare into his warm eyes. He’s giving you the sweetest smile.

“I still love you.” He says leaning forward.

Your eyes brim with tears. You’ve never stopped loving him and you’ll love him until your last breath.

You rest your foot on his butt, pulling him closer to you. His lips brush yours for a kiss. “I'll always love you.”

He rolls his hips into yours at a slow pace. Your hands cling to his back desperately wanting to be close to him. This is the polar opposite of what just unfolded a few feet away pressed up against the window.

“Don’t ever leave me again.” You cry. All the emotions have filled your cup to the brim and suddenly everything is overflowing. You can’t stop crying.

Wonwoo stops moving and stares at you terrified. “Baby what is wrong?” God you missed him calling you baby.

“I don’t want to ever lose you again.”

He pushes himself up on his knees. He leans forward resting his hand on your cheek. His thumb drags across your tear stained cheek. “Baby I’m not going anywhere. I’m home for good.”

You can’t stop the tears from falling. “I don’t want anyone other than you.”

“My sweet girl, I’m all yours, forever and always.” He leans back down, practically pressed against you. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you cling to him. His nose rests against yours.

He rolls his hips into yours at a slow but deep pace. Your legs are wrapped around him, holding him close.

Leaning down, he crashes his lips into yours. You moan into his mouth as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge.

Your second orgasm hits you harder than the first. Wonwoo moans your name like a prayer as he finds his release.

Laying in your living room carpet drunk off of love, and curled up against Wonwoo you finally feel whole again. The hole in your heart is finally filled. You know you’ll never love anyone like you love him, and he’ll never love anyone like he loves you.

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It all felt like a whirlwind meeting him. You had lived your life mostly alone. You had moved to the city after college away from your family. You were heavily focused on your career. You had lived alone for the last two years and never even tried dating.

You met Wonwoo on a Friday night when a couple of coworkers convinced you to go out with them. You couldn’t say no to Mingyu when he practically begged you to join him and his friends. You and Mingyu worked for a publishing house.

Something tells you Mingyu wanted to set you up with Wonwoo all along. The moment you were introduced you were drawn to him. He’s so handsome and charming. You shared an instant connection with him you had never shared with anyone before.

Since that first night you met you couldn’t stop thinking about the boy with glasses. You went on your first date after only knowing each other for two days. He took you on a sunset picnic by the river. You instantly realized you had a lot in common but you were also quite different, but in a good way. That night was the first night you rode on his motorcycle. You never knew you could be so attracted to a man who rode a motorcycle before him. He took you home walking you up to your apartment. You had no issues with sleeping together on your first date, but Wonwoo said he wanted to wait a little. He said the anticipation of what’s to come will make it worth it. So that night with you pressed up against your front door you shared a heated kiss goodbye.

It’s only been two months and you can’t get enough of him. He still gives you butterflies and his touch feels electric. You spend almost every day with him one way or another.

His body is plastered behind yours as you lay on your side. His hand grips your soft stomach as he slowly thrust into you. This has been a normal way you’ve been waking up with him. You found out very early on that Wonwoo is quite fond of morning sex. Waking up with Wonwoo erection poking your stomach gave you an idea of how your morning was going to go. It didn’t take him long for him to slip off your underwear and push your oversized shirt up. You can’t help but question why you even try to sleep wearing clothes when Wonwoo is in your bed.

Pushing your hips back you can’t help but gasp at how deep he’s hitting. This is one of your favorite positions with him. He’s so big that when he’s behind you he feels like he’s going extra deep.

“Baby,” he moans your latest nickname he’s started calling you.

Everything about Wonwoo is perfect. Even his body is perfect. His wide shoulders and slim waist, and his dick is the biggest you’ve ever had. You don’t know how you’ll repay Mingyu for basically setting you up.

Wonwoo falls apart filling you to the brim. You learned early on that Wonwoo loves fucking you raw and has a fascination with coming inside you. Sometimes you wonder if he's trying to get you pregnant.

Sitting on his knees between your legs he watches intently as his cum drips out of you. His finger slowly scoops some up before pushing it back inside of you.

“You know you're the first man I have been with who seems obsessed with coming inside me,” you tease.

“Does it make me territorial!?” He smiles.

“Possibly, but you don’t try to dom me while you do it.” Your hand glides down your stomach and slowly dips through your fold smearing around his release.

“Do you want me dom you?” He asked, arching his eyebrow.

“Not really. I like the way things are with us.”

“That’s good because this is about as kinky as I get,” he laughs crawling off the bed. He disappears into your bathroom that’s connected to your room. He comes back holding a warm washcloth. Gently he wipes away the mess that you’ve both made.

“I think you’re kinkier than you give yourself credit for. You definitely like to overstimulate me. You also are definitely obsessed with my boobs.”

He walks over to the nightstand putting on his glasses. Shaking his head, “and you’re obsessed with me fucking you while I have my glasses on.”

“Who can blame a girl?” You slowly sit up. He presses his lips to yours for a soft kiss. “Oh we can’t forget the time you thought it would be fun to edge me.”

-

“Has Wonwoo convinced you to go to Seungcheol's birthday tonight yet?” Mingyu says sitting a cup of coffee down in front of you.

Going to events with Wonwoo’s friend group still felt odd to you. You weren’t used to a man proudly wanting to take you to things.

Before you started dating the man who has been stealing your heart, you didn’t realize you have a few mutual friends. Before your first meeting you had Mingyu mention Wonwoo’s name a few times. It turns out you and Wonwoo had a few mutual friends. One of them is your coworker Mingyu and the other two are friends from college Vernon and Sweetie. The latter who is now dating another friend from the boys’ friend group Soonyoung.

“Has my boyfriend recruited you to help convince me?” You take a sip of your iced coffee. Seungcheol birthday party has been a conversation with your boyfriend for over a week.

“He mentioned a couple times that you felt awkward going,” he sits down in the chair in front of your desk.

“I’m awkward in social settings. Hell I never went out with anyone from work until that night a couple months ago when you convinced me.” You we’re quite the homebody before you started working with Mingyu. Back in college you really only had two friends: your roommate at the time, sweetie and her best friend Vernon.

“And look what happened you went out and I got you a boyfriend,” he smiles. Mingyu is never going to stop bragging about the fact that he successfully set up you and Wonwoo.

“I guess I don’t need to go out again since I got myself a boyfriend. I only need one. I don't need to go try to find a second one.”

The eye roll he gives you makes you feel like you’re winning this conversation. “Very funny. (YN) just go to the party. It’s just a get together on the rooftop of Seungcheol and Shau’s place. We’re not going clubbing or anything.”

“Why do you and Wonwoo want me to go so badly?”

“Because your boyfriend wants to be able to show you off. Wonwoo wasn’t really a relationship guy before you. Let him be the doting boyfriend he loves to be with you.” It seems like both you and Wonwoo we’re fine on your own before you met.

“Are you going to bring any one?” You attempt to change the subject.

Leaning back in his chair he suddenly seems shy. “I have a friend who might come with me.”

“Is this certain friend a girl who works at your favorite coffee place.”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” you smile before taking a drink of your coffee. “Has she ridden on your motorcycle yet?”

A smile pulls at his lips, “maybe.”

-

You’ve been home from work for about an hour before Wonwoo lets himself into your apartment. He finds you sitting on your couch with your laptop looking at a book manuscript.

He looks extremely hot with little effort. He’s wearing jeans, a tight fitting white shirt and a leather jacket. It’s clear by the helmet in hand he rode his motorcycle over.

“Hi,” you close your laptop.

He doesn’t say anything, he walks over and presses his lips to yours for a heated kiss.

“I thought I would stop by before heading to Cheol’s birthday.”

“Did you miss me already,” you tease.

“I always miss you.” He pulls away sitting his helmet on the coffee table.

“You just saw me this morning.”

“Maybe that’s too long ago for me,” he sits down next to you.

“How can I get you to go to Cheol’s party with me?” With the amount of times he’s brought up this party it’s clear it's important to him. You’re starting to feel selfish for giving him such a hard time about it. When it comes to being in a relationship with him you know you both need to compromise sometimes.

“You really want me to go, huh?”

“It would be the first time most of the group is together and I would like to introduce you to more people.” He pushes his fingers through his hair. “Also a few of the guys Soonyoung, Jihoon, and Shau’s girlfriends will all be there.”

“I'm already friends with Soonyoung and his girlfriend. Are we forgetting she was my college roommate?”

“Just humor me and come. Please.”

“Do you have a second helmet or are we taking a cab to Cheol’s?”

“Let’s take cab so you can wear one of your cute little dresses.”

-

Parties and get together we’re never your favorite situation to be in. Things don’t feel as overwhelming when Wonwoo is holding your hand through it all.

All of Wonwoo’s friends are nice and they all seem very excited to get to know you.

Jeonghan went on a rant telling you how Wonwoo talks about you all the time at work. You feel your cheeks burn as you hear about all the kind things your boyfriend says about you.

Mingyu arrives at the party with a pretty girl. You assume it’s the girl you’ve heard him talk about. Anytime he’s ever mentioned her he sounds absolutely smitten.

“I think that girl with Mingyu might actually make him change his ways,” Wonwoo whispers in your ear. You’ve through working with Mingyu, and from dating his best friend/roommate that Mingyu isn’t normally the dating type. He likes to love and leave them. Most of his relationships seem to be only sexual.

“He looks happy,” you say.

“He is. Maybe he’ll find what we have,” he kisses your temple. “I’m going to get a drink. Why don’t you talk Vernon?”

Your boyfriend heads off to the table that is set up as a makeshift bar. Walking over to the edge that looks out onto the city. Vernon is standing there with a red cup in his hand. He seems lost in thought.

“What are you thinking about?” Vernon looks up at you before taking a sip of his drink.

“Do you ever think that you’re destined to be with someone?”

You’ve been thinking about this a lot recently. Your opinions on it now are drastically different then they would have been at the beginning of the year. “You know if you would have asked me this three months ago I would have said no. But since meeting Wonwoo I feel like a part of me has always been missing before him. He makes me feel whole in a way I didn’t even know was possible.”

He leans back against the rail, “sounds like you’re in love.”

“I’ve been in love before, but nothing has ever felt like this.”

Vernon gives you a smile before taking another drink. “Sounds to me like maybe Wonwoo is your soulmate.”

That word has been floating around in your head for over a month. At the rate you fell in love with Wonwoo it didn’t feel real. Before him you were perfectly fine being alone. But somehow he changed everything.”

“Maybe he is,” looking over at the bar area you find him smiling while he’s listening to Joshua and Jun tell him something. You love when he smiles and makes your heart flutter. “I think I need to tell him I love him.”

“Have you guys not said the big L word?”

“Not yet. I think I will tonight.”

Vernon has always been someone special to you. He always seemed to understand more than any of your friends. “Why did you ask about being destined to be with someone?”

“It’s nothing,” he looks down at his feet.

“Vernon, just tell me.”

He lets out a heavy sigh, “I used to think I was destined to be with Sweetie back in college. But like clearly that didn’t work out and it’s a good thing it didn’t because her and Soonyoung are so happy,” he looks off into the corner where Soonyoung and his girlfriend are clearly having an intimate conversation. “I always cared about her and I definitely loved her back then, but there is someone else now.”

“The neighbor girl?” You’ve heard him mention the girl who lived across from him, Chan, and Seokmin. He just nods. “Is she still with that guy?”

“I’m pretty sure he’s cheating on her,” he sighs. “I found her crying outside her apartment again yesterday.”

“Have you guys gotten closer?”

“Yeah. I can’t really keep my feelings out of it either.”

“Have you thought about telling her? Maybe it would give her a reason to leave him.”

“It’s crossed my mind.”

Wonwoo walks up behind pressing his lips to the top of your head. “Hey Vernon.” He reaches over patting Vernon on the shoulder.

“Hey Wonwoo. I’m gonna give you guys a minute.” Vernon instantly excuses himself.

“Is he okay?” Wonwoo asked.

“I think he will be.” You can’t help but be sad for Vernon. He hasn’t exactly been the luckiest when it comes to the dating department.

Wonwoo hands you a red cup with what looks like beer in it. Staring at him watching as he takes a sip you feel like a college girl drinking beer out of plastic cups with the boy she’s fascinated with.

“Wonwoo?”

“Yeah baby?” He gives you that same smile that melts you every time.

“I love you.” Normally you would be terrified to say those words first, but with Wonwoo you’re anything but scared.

“That’s good, because I’m head over heels for you,” he steps closer to you. Leaning down presses his lips to yours for a heated kiss.

“Does that mean you love me?” You want to hear him say those three little words.

“I absolutely love you.”

You lean forward and kiss him again. You won’t ever get enough of the feeling of his lips on yours. Wrapping his arms around you he holds you close. There is something so warm and safe about being in his arms.

He releases you from his hold and leans down pressing his lips to your again.

“I need to use the restroom,” you want to get Wonwoo alone away from all his friends for a few moments.

“It’s downstairs in Cheol’s place.”

“I really need you to go with me,” you lace your fingers with his.

“Oh, I’m assuming you don’t need to pee?”

“Not at all.”

-

Bent over the sink he slowly thrust into you. Glancing up into the mirror, your eyes focus on Wonwoo reflection. The site of his hair a little messy and his glasses on as he fucks you turns you on even more. Strong hands grip your hip as he thrust into you quickly.

“We don’t have a lot of time,” he groans. Reaching around he takes one of your boobs in his hands. You learned very early on that Wonwoo has an obsession with your boobs. He loves playing with them while you fuck.

“You’re doing so good for me,” his praises do nothing but spur you on. “You take me so well.”

“Fuck- you feel so good,” you quitely whine.

His hips snap into yours at a quick pace. He’s normally not this quick or rough, but doing this in Seungcheol’s apartment bathroom while everyone is up on the rooftop means he can’t take his time with you.

“I love you,” you moan.

“Say it again,” he continues thrusting into you.

“I love you Wonwoo.”

Putting your hand over your mouth you desperately try to muffle your moans. Everyone might be up on the roof top but you don’t want to risk someone coming into the apartment and hearing what you and your boyfriend are doing. They don’t need to hear you screaming because he’s absolutely railing you in the bathroom.

“I love you,” he moans.

“Harder,” you moan.

He snaps his hips even harder than before. If you weren’t bent over the counter he might knock you over with how hard he’s thrusting into you. Grabbing your bicep he lifts you up so you’re flush against him as his hips thrust into you. His hand slides push the straps of your dress down to access your breast. He squeezes tightly playing with your taunt nipple.

“Baby,” you whimper.

“Fuck-“

You normally like to look at him during sex but he’s hitting inside you so incredibly deep you’re practically seeing stars.

Fall apart together moaning each other's name. He rolls his hips slowly helping you ride out your high while he paints your inside walls white.

“Maybe coming inside me wasn’t a good idea at a party.”

Slowly he pulls out leaving you feeling empty. Your hand reaches down to your core where his cum is already leaking out. He stands there blissed out staring at you. He dips his finger through your slit picking up some of his release. He holds it up to your mouth and without even thinking you lick it off his fingers.

“Fuck, you’re hot.”

“Maybe we should clean me up, so everyone doesn’t know fucked in the birthday boy’s bathroom.” You say earning a laugh from your boyfriend.

Going back up to the rooftop you try to act like nothing happened downstairs with you and Wonwoo. You let him hold your hand taking you around the party talking to all of his friends. Even though you don’t like parties or anything like that you realize you’ll go to any of them with Wonwoo because you know that makes him happy. You honestly will do anything for him if it will make him happy.

Laying in bed you look over at Wonwoo. He’s adjusting his glasses as he reads something on his phone.

“Wonwoo?”

“Baby?”

“I might sound crazy, but I think you’re my soulmate. I haven’t ever loved anyone like I love you.”

He sets his phone down and gives you a smile, “I thought I was crazy too. I definitely love you more then anyone I have ever loved before.”

“I feel like you have my heart, body, and soul,” you say.

“Just friends” is the mantra you repeated to yourself over and over as he placed open mouth kisses against your neck as his large hand dipped into your underwear. This is the first time you and Wonwoo have crossed the line you never thought you would approach. He’s been your best friend since you were fourteen. You've practically grown up with him. Sure you’ve had a crush on your best friend since the moment you met him, but you never thought anything would ever happen between you. Wonwoo has always told you that you’re his best friend, how you’re so important to him. You never thought he would ever see you as anything other than that– a friend.

Being around Wonwoo has always been intoxicating. He’s always been the sun to your moon, and you’ve always been drawn to him. He’s always felt like sunshine on a rainy day. It didn’t help that he was drop dead gorgeous. He also has the biggest heart and he’s absolutely adorable. He’s like a giant puppy.

There’s been some sort of tension between you and Wonwoo since you both had broken up with the people you were recently seeing. You ended things with your ex boyfriend who was always slightly jealous of your friendship with Wonwoo. Even though Wonwoo’s relationship with Mina wasn’t really serious, from day one she acted like she wasn’t a fan of you. Looking back on it, you can’t exactly blame either of your exes. Wonwoo and you have always been insanely close. You always refer to Wonwoo as your person. He’s the person you run to when you’re sad and the person who you love to share your happy moments with.

A loud moan passes your lips as his finger brushes your sensitive clit. “You sound so pretty,” he groans against your skin.

Things between you escalated all too quickly. The night started off innocent– you came over to his place to order take out and watch a movie, somehow the topic of sex got brought up, and Wonwoo let it slip he’s always wanted to sleep with you. He told you that after breaking up with Mina he couldn’t stop thinking about you. You couldn’t lie, after your breakup you felt like you needed to release sexual tension between the two of you.

His fingers work on pumping in and out of you, you aren’t sure what any of this even means. Everything feels fuzzy in the best way possible. You’re lost in a haze of lust trying to just focus on the feeling of his hands on you.

“I need you naked.” His lips ghost your skin as he pulls his hand from your underwear.

“Nonu,” you whisper, staring at your best friend as he steps back from you.

“Do you want this?” His voice drops slightly. He stares at you with lust-filled eyes.

Silently you nod.

He reaches for your sweater and pulls it over your head before pulling your bra off. He leaves you standing in front of him in nothing but your underwear. You swallow loudly as he steps further back and pulls off his hoodie. There’s this moment between the two of you where your eyes lock and suddenly all the dots feel like they’re connecting. The stars in the universe start to align and there is a tugging in your chest letting you know this should happen.

He takes a deep breath and pauses, “I want this so badly.” He pushes his fingers through his soft curls.

A large smile tugs on your lips at his words. He wasted no time removing the rest of his clothes, leaving his toned body on full display. He’s left standing in front of you in just a strained pair of boxer-briefs that are doing little to hold back in his impressive erection. He steps closer to you and mindlessly you reach out and run your finger across his abs. His bottom lip is captured between his lips as he looks down at you.

“I’ve always wanted to touch you like this,” you say glancing up at him.

“I’ve always wanted you too,” he says, catching your attention.

Butterflies swirl around your stomach at his words. It’s become very obvious that Wonwoo has also wanted this for a while. Turns out your crush wasn’t so one sided. Maybe you were both just too blind to see what was in front of you.

Stepping forward, he crashed his lips into yours. From the first time your lips touched you felt electricity run down your spine. Maybe this is what people mean when they say they feel sparks when they kiss someone. His hands gripped your sides as he held you against the wall. Your hands fumbled with his boxers, desperately trying to get him naked.

A soft chuckle passes his lips as he pulls away from you, “Someone is desperate.”

“Nonu, I just want to touch you.” Of course you're desperate. You’ve had a crush on him for over ten years. At this point anyone in their right mind would be desperate.

He pushes his boxer-briefs down, freeing his large cock. Your throat goes dry as your eyes go wide, shocked by how big he actually is. This might be more of a challenge than you were expecting.

“What?” He asked with a little laugh.

You probably look completely shocked staring at his large cock. You weren’t expecting him to be this big. You had heard rumors from girls who had slept with him but you didn’t exactly believe them. You always thought they were just rumors.

“Did you want to stop?” Wonwoo's voice is full of worry.

“No, you’re just really big.” Your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you can’t help but stare at his length.

“I don’t think I have ever had someone stare at my dick with such a fascinated look on their face.” Your face burns with embarrassment as he teases you. His hand rests on your cheek as he lifts your face so you’re looking at him. “Let's move to the bed and we’ll go slow. I’ll prep you and make sure I don’t hurt you.”

You weren’t worried about him hurting you. You were just caught off guard by how large he actually was. You know he would never do anything to hurt you. He’s always been so gentle with you. There was this time in high school when you rolled your ankle and Wonwoo ran to help you. He helped support you while you limped and was so gentle as he helped you ice your ankle. He told you that day nothing hurts him more than seeing you in pain.

Lacing his fingers with yours, he leads you off to his room. Standing at the edge of his bed, he drops down to his knees and slides your underwear down your legs. Your body is fully on display as he leans forward and presses his lips to your stomach. Looking up at you through his glasses with lust-filled eyes, he says, “sit on the edge of the bed, I want to taste you.”

Without a second thought in the world, you sit on the edge of the bed. His large hands take your legs, placing them over his shoulders. He wastes no time connecting his mouth to your most sensitive area. He sucks on your clit as he slowly pumps one finger in and out of your over and over. He laps at your pussy like a man starved. With two fingers inside of you, you can’t help the loud moan that passes your lips. Without even thinking your fingers tangle in his hair holding his face close to your pussy. You want him to never leave between your thighs.

A warmth slowly starts taking over your body. Your stomach feels like it’s tightening with each pump of his fingers and each time he laps at your clit.

“Nonu,” you moan.

He curls this finger in just the right way, earning a gasp from you. You can feel the coil in your stomach tighten as all your nerves feel alive. It’s been too long since a man has been this eager to eat you out. Hell, you don’t think you’ve ever been with anyone who seems this eager to please you.

He pulls his lips away from you and looks up at you smiling. “You’re so close. If you come baby it will help prepare you for the fun stuff.” Your heart rate speeds up at his pet name. He’s never called you baby before, but you won’t ever complain about hearing him call you that.

He laps at your sensitive clit as he pumps his fingers in and out pushing you slowly pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly a white hot wave washes over you. You find your release gasping his name. Pulling his fingers from your core, he smiles at you before licking his fingers clean. Lying back, your body feels numb as your walls clench around nothing. Your chest rises and falls as your orgasm washes over you.

“I think you’re ready, if you want more,” he says standing up.

“I want more,” you say as you move to the middle of the bed ever so slowly.

You spread your legs waiting for your best friend to join you. You can’t help but wonder what position he’ll want you in. One thing you know about Wonwoo from the comments Seungcheol and Mingyu have made is that he’s always been an ass man. You can’t help but assume he’ll want you doggy style. Or maybe he’ll want you in some position you’ve never even heard of or tried.

He walks over to his nightstand and pulls out a small bottle of lube and a condom. He tears the foil packet open with his teeth before sliding the rubbed down his hardened length. He tosses the bottle of lube beside your legs. He crawls onto the bed and sits on his knees between your spread legs. Clicking the bottle open he coats his length in the lube. You’re caught off guard when he pours some cool liquid on your already wet pussy. His fingers work on massaging you, helping prepare you for his size.

“How do you want me?” You ask, curious about which position you need to get in.

“Just like this.” He gives you a soft smile as he rubs your thighs.

“Isn’t this kind of boring?” You never would have guessed he would want you in missionary on your first time together.

“No, I want to be able to look at you, and have us both enjoy this.” He’s giving you that gentle smile again. There’s something in your mind that is telling you that maybe this isn’t just a hookup to your best friend. Maybe he wants more, maybe there is something else between you. You’ll take anything he’s willing to give, but you desperately want this to mean more.

He grabs your hip with one hand and with the other he lines himself up before slowly pushing into you. You can’t help but gasp at the feeling of his large length stretching you. He pushes in inch by inch. He’s going slowly to give you time to adjust. His hand rubbing your side is helping to distract you from the discomfort he’s causing. You try your hardest not to wince, but you can’t help it.

He still once he’s fully in you. You can’t lie, the stretching feeling isn’t very comfortable, you’re kinda scared that the discomfort won’t go away. Maybe you aren’t sexually compatible. That would be absolutely devastating if you weren’t.

Biting your bottom lip, you try your hardest not to whimper. You don’t want him to know that he’s unintentionally hurting you. His hand moves to gently rub your thigh. You try to focus on his hand and not the feeling of his cock practically splitting you open.

“We can stop if it hurts too much,” he says softly. Of course he can tell right away you’re uncomfortable.

“No I don’t want to stop, I just need time to adjust.” He’s still sitting on his knees as he reaches forward, running his large hand up and down your sides. He takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes before setting his glasses on the bed. There’s a look in his eyes you can’t quite explain. Reaching forward, you reach for his arm, pulling his body down towards yours. He feels too far away in this position. He moves his body so he’s still in you but hovering over you with his hips flush against yours. You want to be able to enjoy the feeling of his body pressed against yours.

“Wonwoo?”

“Yeah?” He gives you a soft smile.

“What does this mean?” You need to know what is unfolding between you. You can’t lay here thinking about the unknown.

“I'm not really sure, but we’re gonna figure it out after this.” He pushes some hair away from your face.

Pushing your fingers through his hair, you lean forward and press your lips to his for a soft and gentle kiss. You would give Wonwoo the world if he asks you to. What’s unfolding between the two of you is making you realize that your best friend owns your heart and soul. From your first kiss, things between you were rough and heated, and suddenly things between you were slow and gentle.

Leaning forward, he presses his lips to yours for a slow kiss. Pulling away, you smile, “You can move. Just please go slow.”

He slowly started to move. His body stays right over yours as his hips move into yours. There's still a small feeling of pain with each thrust but there is also a feeling of pleasure as well.

Your hands roam his tone back, holding him close to you. His lips are connected to the sensitive skin on your neck as he groans against your skin. Soft gasps leave your lips with each thrust. There’s this feeling in your chest you can’t seem to push away. With each and everything thrust he gets earns a soft moan passing your lips.

He keeps a slow but firm pace. He’s so big he’s hit a spot deep inside of you, that has you seeing stars. Closing your eyes, you feel like you’re on the verge of tears. Your orgasm is getting closer and closer with each deep thrust.

Your fingers grip his shoulders wanting nothing more than to hold on to him. A lifetime passed and you’re still there in his arms. The warm wave washes over you, finding your release. He finishes groaning your name.

Lying on the bed, you both stare at the bright white ceilings knowing that nothing will ever be the same between you.

“Wonwoo?” You whisper, not even sure if he can hear you.

“Yeah?” He laces his fingers with yours.

“What happens next?”

He paused for a long moment. “I’m not really sure but we’ll figure it out.”

“Nonu?”

“Yes my Angel?”

“You mean the world to me.”

Without saying anything, he lifts your hand. He places a gentle kiss on each of your knuckles. “Maybe we were always meant to be more than just friends.”

Closing your eyes, a smile plays across your lips. There is a warmth in your chest, maybe you could call it the feeling of being in love. The future isn’t certain, but you know that you’ll figure it out together.

His hands held your face as your lips moved together. His lips were completely intoxicating as they moved against yours. There was something about this touch that just drove you absolutely wild. You’re sitting next to each other on your couch. Your fingers gripped his shirt holding him closer to you. He pulls his lips ways from yours and smirk plays across his lips. He well aware of how much he’s turning you on.

“What’s your endgame here?” You ask with your voice low.

“My goal is to have you naked on this couch,” he says completely serious.

“Is that right?” you ask raising your eyebrow.

You and Wonwoo had started this flirty thing a month ago. You’re complete opposites he’s a drop dead gorgeous man with the body of a Greek god you’re a chubby girl who hasn’t ever fooled around outside a relationship.

You felt like this is a game of cat and mouse and once he gets what he wants he’ll be done. This wasn’t the first time you had shared a steamy make out session. Normally things between you got a little handsy but nothing more.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours for a gentle kiss and pulled away resting his nose against yours.

“I think we’re wearing too much clothing,” his lips brushed against yours.

You were so turned on you were trying to think logically and not tear off your clothes and jump him.

“I think you need to behave,” you reached up resting your hand on his cheek.

“Baby you’re killing me,” he groaned, pulling away from you.

“I think you’ll live,” you smile as you rest your hand on his thigh.

“You’re giving me blue balls babe,” he leans forward and presses his lips to yours.

“I think we can have fun without taking our clothes off,” You say as your hand moves to his jean covered bulge.

A groan passed his lips you massaged him. Leaning forward he placed his hands on your soft sides and pulled you onto his lap.

You hadn’t ever sat on his lap before and you felt extremely self conscious about your weight. Your hips starting grinding against his. His lips were connected to your neck gently nipping at your skin. He pulls his lips away from your skin and holds your doughy sides helping move your hips. Your hands held his face so he was looking at you. Pulling off his glasses they set them on the table next to the couch. His dark eyes lust blown as he stared at you. His lips pressed to yours and as he pulled away he gently bit your bottom lip.

“Even if we don’t have sex can we shed some clothes?” his voice is low.

“Sure,” you say with every intention of keeping your clothes on but making sure he feels good.

Crawling off his lap you sit on your knees on the floor between his legs and look up at him with big doe eyes. His bottom lip is captured between his teeth as he stares down at you.

“What do you want to happen from here?” he putting the ball in your court.

“Take your pants off,” you say, attempting to sound sexy.

He stands up in front of you and quickly pushes down his jeans and boxers. His already hard cock springs free, he’s bigger than you imagined. You had seen Wonwoo shirtless, but you hadn’t ever seen him fully naked.

His pants are pushed down to his thighs and he is sitting there watching you in anticipation. He silently removed his shirt so he’s basically naked.

Sitting up you’re still sitting on your knees. Your hands rest on his thighs. You were going to be brave right now. Wonwoo’s one of the hottest men you have ever seen and he wanted you. Right then you wanted to make him feel good. Reaching forward you stroked his hardened length. A groan passed his lips as he closed his eyes.

Leaning forward you licked the underside of his excitement. His eyes popped open as he watched you take him into your mouth.

You take him as far back as you fully can until he’s touching the back of your throat.“Baby that feels so good,” he pushed his fingers through hair. Gently you bobbed your head as your hand helped work his length.

A slur of curse words passed his lips letting you know he was getting closer and closer to coming. You hadn’t given someone head in a really long time and you were worried you wouldn’t be good at it, but by the way he was saying your name he seemed like he was really enjoying it.

“Fuck-fu-“ you’re getting wet just by the sounds of his moans. “I’m coming-“ You have zero desire to pull off. You want him to fall apart in your mouth. You feel the warm liquid from his release in your mouth and swallow without even thinking about it.

He tugs your hair gently pulling you away. Looking up at him you run your tongue across your bottom lip.

He pulls you onto his lap and presses his lips to yours for a heated kiss. He doesn’t even care that he can taste himself on your lips.

“That was so hot,” he groans with his lips ghosting against yours.

“I wanted to make you feel good,” you say, feeling proud of yourself.

“You made me feel amazing,” he smiles as his hands move up your sides resting under your breast.

“Let me make you feel good,” he says, pulling your shirt up.

“It’s okay, how about next time?” you say as you push your shirt down.

His eyes brows knit together as he looks at you with a confused look. “Did I do something wrong?” He asks.

You shake your head and say, “I want to have sex with you, but I want to take this slow.”

You were taking things slow because you were afraid that he was going to run once he got what he wanted. You also had a fear that once he saw you naked he wouldn’t want to be with you. He was known for liking pretty skinny girls.

“Okay we can take it slow, but can I at least touch these,” he asked as his eyes were locked in your large breast.

Silently you nod. Reaching forward, his hands hold your breast. His bottom lip is captured between his teeth as he looks at you with a lust fueled look. As his hands grope your chest you fight back moaning. You want more desperately but you’re too afraid. His hand moves to the edge of your shirt and your eyes pop open quickly. You’re terrified of him seeing you without your shirt. You watch as his hand crawls under your shirt. His hand rested on your breast under your shirt and his touch felt electric. Hungry eyes stay locked on yours as his hands massages your breast. His lips connected to your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses.

The sound of your phone ringing caught both your attention. Wonwoo looked up at you with wide eyes for a moment.

You wanted to ignore the call, but Wonwoo reached over and grabbed your phone. It’s Seungcheol’s name on your phone.

“I can send it to voicemail,” you say, still caught up in the moment.

“Answer it, he’ll start asking questions if you don’t.”

-

This whole “thing” between you and Wonwoo was a secret. Nobody in your friend group is aware that you two have something going on. Before this all started Wonwoo had been extremely vocal about not wanting to hook up with anyone in the friend group. You weren’t even exactly sure how this all started. It still blows your mind that he’s interested in you. You’re far from his normal type, and the moment you met him you couldn’t lie you had a crush on him. In the beginning it started with longing looks on your part. You couldn’t help but stare. He's just so pretty. It wasn’t long before he started staring back at you. You were completely caught off guard the first time he walked over and talked to you. Shortly after the longing looks he started touching you. They were innocent touches, like he would touch your arm while he spoke to you. When he started resting his hand on your thigh that’s when things started heating up.

You were at a party at Seungcheol’s house when things started to really change between you. It had been a couple weeks of him touching you, and you were standing in the kitchen talking while everyone was drinking throughout the house. You’re leaning against the counter and Wonwoo is standing right in front of you. You’re telling him some random story about when you had to take care of a very drunk Soonyoung. He seems like he’s barely paying attention to what you’re saying. His pretty eyes seem to be locked on your lips.

“Did you hear anything I just said?” you ask.

He shakes his head and lets out a nervous laugh. His little laugh always gave you butterflies.

“Should I leave you alone then?” you are curious as to why he isn’t paying attention to what you have to say.

Reaching up he pushes a piece of your hair behind your ear and you can’t help but smile at this simple gesture. He leans forward and his lips brush against your ear, “I can’t pay attention to you because I really want to kiss you.”

Your heart races at his words as you pull away from him and look up at him unsure if he’s being serious. He tilts his head to the side and gives you a smile. He is well aware of the effect he’s having on you.

“Why is that?”

“Because I can’t seem to think about anything other than what your pretty lips will feel like against mine,” he reaches out and touches your arms and you immediately get goose bumps.

“Then are you going to kiss me?”

He bites his bottom lip and pulls away from you. He takes his hat off and pushes his fingers through his hair. He seems oddly nervous which is extremely unlike him.

“I would like for that to be something private with us alone.”

You look around the house and see that it’s filled with all your friends, and you really didn’t want them in your business when it came to your “relationship/friendship” with Wonwoo.

“Well you can always meet me at my place later,” you say trying to be confident.

He smiled and nodded his head, “I’ll leave in ten minutes and then you leave in thirty minutes. I’ll meet you at your place.”

From your first kiss you knew you were in trouble when it came to Wonwoo.

-

You answer your phone and Seungcheol is asking if you can come over for a party he’s having. He mentions that Soonyoung and Mingyu are on their way and he’s gonna call Wonwoo next. You tell him you’ll be there in twenty. Hanging up your phone you slowly crawl off of Wonwoo, who is still basically naked on the couch.

He gives you a strange look as you reach on the coffee table and grab his phone that has just started ringing.

“He wants to hang, we probably shouldn’t show up together,” you trying to act like it doesn’t bug you that this whole thing is a secret.

Wonwoo takes the call and agrees to head over. He hangs up his phone and pulls his boxers and pants up and finishes getting dressed. You head off to your room to find something to wear. You were in nothing but a pair of leggings and a big shirt. Wonwoo stands in your doorway watching you as you pull out a sweater to wear.

“Did you want to head over together?” he asked.

“Do you really think that’s a good idea?” you ask knowing that the group will wonder why you drove over together.

“Probably not,” he says walking towards you.

“You should probably head over and I’ll meet you there,” you say as he stops in front of you. He looks down at and holds your face for a long moment before he leans down and presses his lips to yours for a heated kiss. Pulling away from you he smiles and says, “thank you for earlier. I need to return the favor.”

You stare at him unsure of what to say. Your body is screaming at you to tell him he can return the favor whenever, but your mind is too self conscious to say that.

“I’ll see you at Seungcheol’s,” you say, changing the subject.

“See you there,” he says before walking out of the apartment.

You hear your front door shut and you sit down on your bed and let out a heavy sigh before rubbing your face. You kept telling yourself that you needed to be confident when it comes to Wonwoo, that he clearly wants you, but you can’t help the walls that you have built up. You’ve had a few shitty ex boyfriends that have drained any self confidence you had.

Ten minutes after Wonwoo left your place you drove over to Seungcheol’s place. You’re greeted by Soonyoung and Mingyu hugging you, and Wonwoo gives you a simple hello as if he wasn’t naked on your couch not even a half hour ago. A bunch of the other boys have showed up. Vernon just arrived with his girlfriend and her roommate. In the living room everyone is sitting around drinking beer and hanging out. Standing in the kitchen with Soonyoung you can feel Wonwoo’s dark eyes on you. The tension between you is thick and you can’t help but wonder if the group has any clue if anything is going on.

Walking back into the living room you sit across from him.

You’re sitting on the couch when you feel your phone vibrate. Opening your phone you can’t help but smile as you read the text Wonwoo.

From Wonwoo: I would much rather have you naked right now.

Your cheeks burn as you read his text. You shoot him a look and he just smiles at you, well aware of what he’s doing.

“Come here,” Seungcheol says to catch your attention.

The rest of the evening you continue to hang out with the group. Wonwoo leaves long before you, he has dinner plans with some friends. The moment he leaves you feel all the sexual tension in your body is relieved.

You head home when the little party starts to die down. You head to your place and lay down in bed and scroll through your phone. You smile as you see you have a text from Wonwoo.

From Wonwoo: are you going to Soonyoung’s place tomorrow for the party?

From you: Yes I’ll be there.

It takes less than a minute before you receive another text from him that reads,

From Wonwoo: okay good. I think you should wear that pretty pink dress.

You know the exact dress he’s talking about. You wore it the night you shared your first kiss.

From you: Why should I wear that?

Another text quickly comes in that reads,

From Wonwoo: Because I’ll reward you with something that makes you feel good.

Butterflies flutter in your stomach as you read his text. You know exactly what he means and you have every single intention of wearing that dress. As you lay in bed you can’t wait to see Wonwoo tomorrow at the party. You know this is probably just a game of cat and mouse, but you think you’re finally ready to let something more really happen.

-

Loud music played throughout the house. Standing in Soonyoung’s backyard you watch your friends and lots of strangers were drinking and having a good time. Yuna standing next to you holding her drink she’s telling you about some dance audition she had earlier. Looking across the yard you find Wonwoo talking to Chan. Your eyes lock and he smiles at you. His dark eyes stay locked on you as he’s listening to Chan.

Yuna Notices right away that you aren’t fully paying attention and looks at you with a curious look. She asks you, “So who has your attention?”

You try your hardest not to panic as you look at her.You need to lie you can’t let her know you’re staring at Wonwoo.

“I was looking at Chan, he's over there talking with his hands and I was wondering what he was saying,” you lie.

“Oh,” she says, not bothering to ask you any more questions.

She walks inside to find Vernon and you make your way through the crowded house heading over towards the kitchen. You reach into the fridge and grab a bottle of water. You weren’t the type of person who really ever drank at these parties other than maybe one beer. Your friends tended to get a little crazy and sometimes needed someone to take care of them. Your whole life you had always been dubbed the mom friend, and from the moment you met Seungcheol and all your friends that didn’t change. You watch as Wonwoo and Chan are walking towards the kitchen.

“Hey (Y/N),” Wonwoo smiles.

“Hey boys,” you say looking over at Chan who is holding a beer.

“Where’s your drink?” Chan asks, noticing that you’re holding a bottle of water.

“I don’t feel like drinking tonight, and someone is going to have to make sure Soonyoung gets put to bed safely,” you say with a little laugh.

“Let’s be real, someone needs to take care of all their drunk asses,” Wonwoo says, shaking his head.

“I thought you were sober and not drinking tonight?” Chan asks.

“I think all of you need more than one person to take care of you,” you let out a little laugh.

“True,” Chan said before taking a drink of his beer.

Chan heads over to Swungkwan leaving you alone with Wonwoo. It’s rare that you and Wonwoo ever get a moment alone at an event with your friends. That might be why people don’t actually think something is going on between you. Literally nobody even has the slightest idea something is happening.

You’re leaning against the counter as he’s watching you. The tension between you is thick and you wish you could kiss him, but you knew that wasn’t an option. You don't need everyone in the room to know what’s going on between you.

“I see you wore the pink dress,” he says as his eyes travel up and down your soft body.

Looking down at your feet you can’t help but blush,”I wore it just for you.”

He steps closer to you so there isn’t much distance between you. Looking around you look to see if anyone is paying attention.

“I think I said that I would reward you for wearing this,” He leans closer as he whispers loud enough for only you to hear.

“Is that promise?” you look into his dark eyes that already look lust blown.

He nods and steps away from you. A shiver runs down your spine as he smirks at you.

“I look forward to that later,” you walk away from him. You feel his eyes on you as you walk off towards the bathroom. You need a moment alone, he managed to leave you feeling extremely flustered without even trying.

Walking into the bathroom you shut the door and took a deep breath. The sound of someone knocking on the door catches your attention.

“One minute,” you say softly. Whatever drunk girl that needed to use the restroom could wait a minute.

“It’s Wonwoo, let me in,” you hear him say on the other side.

Reaching forward you unlock the door and step back. He steps inside and shuts the door and locks it. You know this is dangerous that someone could have seen him come into the bathroom with you.

Leaning against the bathroom counter as he walks towards you like a hunter stalking his prey. He grips your soft hips and helps you sit on the edge of the bathroom counter. He stands between your legs and his large hands rest on your soft thighs.

“I need to kiss you,” he says leaning forward so his lips brush against yours.

“Then kiss me,” you say feeling bold.

He leans into your lips and wrapping your arms around his neck. Your lips move together and you thank god that he joined you in the bathroom. You weren’t sure if you would ever get over the feeling of his lips on yours. Never in your life have you ever felt the sparks you felt when you kissed Wonwoo. Pulling his lips away from yours he gently tugged on your bottom lip and you couldn't help the soft moan that passed your lips.

“You’re so beautiful,” he groans with his lips ghosting yours.

“You’re beautiful too,” you say. You aren’t sure you’ll ever get out how pretty he is.

“As soon as this party is over I’m going to make you feel good,” he says as he rubs your thigh under your dress. He leaves you wanting more as he pulls his hand away from your skin.

“Okay,” you say softly.

He leans forward and presses his lips to yours for another kiss before stepping away. You watch as he leaves the bathroom and you stay in there for a couple minutes hoping people wouldn’t notice you’re in there together.

Walking out of the bathroom you look around hoping nobody noticed you leaving shortly after Wonwoo.

The house is filled with too many people you didn’t know and loud music. You wander around alone contemplating how long you had to stay before acceptably being able to leave. You look off into the kitchen to find Wonwoo talking to Chan once again. As he watches you walk by you can feel his eyes burning into you. You find Yuna and Mia sitting on the couch and you walk over and sit next to them. They’re talking about Mia and Seokmin’s wedding and you know this is the perfect topic to keep your mind off of Wonwoo.

An hour passes when you notice Wonwoo is no longer at the party. He’s always been the type of person who leaves a party without telling anyone. You thought this situation might be a little different though.

At midnight you take this as your opportunity to say your goodbyes to the group. You drive home and you can’t help but feel a little nervous about seeing Wonwoo.

-

Laying in your bed you can’t seem to fall asleep. You’re on edge waiting to hear from Wonwoo in some capacity.

At two in the morning you butterflies fill your stomach at a text from him.

From Wonwoo: Can you pick me up?

You know that he wants you to pick him but because if anyone drives by and sees his car at your apartment at two in the morning it will be obvious that something is going on.

From you: can be there in ten. Meet me outside.

You’re playing with fire and you’re well aware of that. Since this thing started between you and Wonwoo you hadn’t ever picked each other up in the middle of the night. You knew that this wasn’t just going to be you guys hanging out and making out. Wonwoo had promised to make you feel good, and you knew that consisted of you taking your clothes off.

The drive to Wonwoo’s apartment is short and you find him outside waiting for you. You pull up to the curb and he jumps in and leans over to press his lips to yours for a soft kiss.

As you start driving he reaches over and rests his hand on your thigh. His thumb gently brushes against your skin sending a shiver down your spine.

The short drive to your place seems to drag on. It feels like an eternity as you pull into your parking spot.

Slowly getting out of your car you shut the door and take a deep breath. You watch as Wonwoo walks towards the front door. You’ve never been happier that you live alone.

Opening the door you walk inside. Looking over at the clock near the door it reads 2:45am. You know that this isn’t going to be an innocent make out session. He shoves his hands in his pockets and looks at you with lust filled eyes.

Taking a deep breath you tell yourself that you are ready for this. That you’re brave, that you’re a confident woman who loves her own body and is ready for this.

“Why do I feel like you’re overthinking this?” He steps towards you.

“Because I totally am overthinking everything right now,” you nervously smooth your dress down.

He reaches up and rests his hand on your arm and his dark eyes lock on yours, “what are you thinking about?”

Silently you stare at him for a long moment. You know you need to be honest with him. “What happens after tonight?”

He pushes his hand through his hair and stares back at you before he says, “what do you mean?”

“What happens after I finally have sex with you? Are we over because the thrill of the chase is over?” you hated that what you were asking was so brutally honest but you needed to know.

“Do you really think that little of me?” he says as if he is pretty hurt by your question.

“I’m trying to be realistic here. I know damn well I’m not your type,” your building up a wall in an attempt to save yourself.

He takes your face in both his hands and says, “this isn’t some game to me. I want you, because I really like you. This isn’t just about trying to have sex with you.” Butterflies flutter around your stomach as he leaves you at complete loss of words.

“Okay,” you say softly.

Leaning forward he presses his lips to yours while he’s still holding your face. Your lips move together for a heated kiss. The room feels like it’s spinning as you get wrapped up in his touch. His hands slowly move from holding your face to resting on your neck. Pulling your lips away from him you take a slow breath as you stare at him with lust blown eyes. He licks his lips as a smile plays on his face. He steps back and pulls his shirt off. The sight of him standing shirtless in front of you makes your mouth water.

“God how are you even real,” you groan as you reach out dragging your hands down his abs that seem to be cut from marble.

“I workout a lot,” he says ever so casually.

“I’m well aware,” you shake your head and look up at him.

“I see you’re still wearing the dress,” his hand moved up so they’re playing with the edge of your sleeve.

You nod silently.

“Can we take this off?”

You want to say no, but you need to be brave. He’s made this very clear that this isn’t some game to him.

“Yeah.”

He steps behind you and slides the zipper slowly down the back of your dress. You feel the cool air against your skin. You close your eyes as he reaches up and moves the dress of your shoulders. You stand in a pool of fabric and the cool air against your skin is a reminder of how bare you are.

The feeling of his lips against your bare shoulder snaps you out of your thoughts. Instinctually you wrap your arms across your stomach. His lips move to the side of your neck kissing the right spot that he knows drives you wild. With his lips ghosting your skin he says, “you’re so pretty.”

Your eyes pop open when you feel his lips move away from your skin. He stands in front of you as his dark eyes travel up and down your soft body. You’re on full display, and you’re worried he isn’t going to like what he sees.

“Thank you for trusting me,” he says as he works on unbuckling his belt.

You reach up and unclasp your bra, and work on taking it off as he takes off his pants, and his shoes.

You're both standing there in nothing but your underwear and your heart starts to race at what is going to come next. His lips are once again on your neck, but this time his hand hungry hands are roaming your curvy body. Biting your lips you hold back a moan as his lips move down to take one of your hardened nipples into his mouth. Your back arches against him craving his touch.

“We need to get to my bed or the coach,” you moan.

He removes his lips from your skin and smiles. Reach down, he takes your hand and leads you over to the couch. You sit down on the scene of your earlier crime where you gave him head yesterday. You watch as Wonwoo quickly walks over to his jeans that are on the floor where you had just been standing. He pulls a condom out of his wallet and tosses it back into the puddle of clothing on the floor. He walks back over to the couch and sets the foil packets on the coffee table and looks over at you for a moment.

“Do you want to continue?” he asks. You silently nod. “Please tell me you want more,” he says.

“Wonwoo I want every single part of you.”

“Okay,” he says as he pushes his boxers down. He once again stands in front of you completely naked and you aren’t sure if you’ll ever get over the sight of him naked. You fully understand why all women and men that encounter him always talk about how hot he is.

You stand up taking this as your cue to lose your own underwear. Hooking your fingers into your panties you push them down your thick thighs.

“Sit down on the couch,” he says.

Silently you listen and sit down on the couch. He kneels in front of you and looks at you like he’s about to eat you alive, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on to no end. His hands rest on each of your knees and push them apart slowly. He reaches up and grabs your butt pulling you closer to the edge of the couch. He kisses his way up your inner thigh until his lips brush the top of your mound. Closing your eyes you fight back moaning as he licks your already wet slit. Your fingers tangle in his hair as he laps at your bundle of nerves. He adds one of his long fingers into the mix. It’s not long before he has you completely on the edge and moaning his name. Another finger is added as he sucks on your clit. This man is very good with his fingers and his mouth. Your eyes about roll back in your head as the coil in your stomach feels like it’s tightening.

Tangling your fingers in his dark hair you hold him close to your wet core. “Won-“ his name is a broken cry as you're so close to the edge you can taste it. “Please-“

Your orgasm feels like a white hot wave as you come against his mouth.

Coming down from your high you stare at him with lust filled eyes. He stands sporting a proud smile at his handy look.

“I promised you I would make you feel good.”

Reaching down he picks up the foil packet and tears it open with his teeth. Your breathing is still uneven as you watch him slide the rubber down his hardened length. Sitting his glasses down on the coffee table. He sits down on the couch next to you, and automatically connects his lips to yours for a searing kiss. His fingers tangle in your hair as he moves to pull you onto his lap. You’re hovering over his cock as your lips continue to move together. Pulling your lips away from his you bit your bottom lip as you rest your hand on his tone chest. His hand moves to your soft hips and stares into your eyes as he guides you down his straining cock. Closing your eyes you moan as he stretches you in the best way possible. He bottoms out leaving you sitting on his thighs. Silently you stare at him taking in the feeling of him stretching you. He feels as if he was made for you. Reach up, taking his face in your hands and say, “oh my god you feel amazing.”

“Baby you feel incredible,” he groans.

Slowly you start moving your body up and down his length. His hands stay resting on your sides helping to guide your movement.

Your lips crash together and you roll your hips into his. This felt just like you hoped it would. Your hand talon into his shoulders as you moan into his lips. With each movement he’s pushing you closer and closer to the edge. He’s so big he’s stretching in the most delicious way.

His lips move down your next leaving a trail of gentle nips and wet kisses. All the oxygen feels like it’s being sucked out of the room as the coil in your stomach is tightening. Your finger snakes down and rubs your sensitive clit. All the nerves in your body feel like they’re alive as you’re getting closer and closer to the edge.

His dark eyes are locked on yours as he reaches up, taking your face in his hands. You close your eyes you roll your hip faster. Your knees are starting to burn but you don’t even care. You desperately want to come. “Look at me,” he groans. Opening your eyes. You stare at him as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge. He thrusts up to meet each of your movements. He’s hitting just the right place as he lifts his hips thrusting into you.

When he pushes you over the edge you see stars. Your whole body burns and everything feels so warm. Throwing your head back you moan his name riding out your high. You roll your hips trying to help him find his own release. He catches you off guard when he moves both of you so you’re flat on your back and he’s hovering over you. He pauses for a moment. Leaning down, crashing his lips into yours. Pulling away he slides into you again. He rolls his hips into you over and over as you high wash over you.

Reaching up you tangle your fingers in his hair pulling him close to you. Your lips move together as his thrust grows sloppier. He groans your name as he finds his release.

He collapses on top of you and you can’t help but smile. He stays there for a long moment before he pulls himself of you. Slowly he walks off to the bathroom and discards the condom before walking back over and sitting on the couch next to you.

“Did you maybe want to lay in your bed together?” he asks, catching you off guard.

You nod your head and smile. You take his hand and lead him off to your room. Laying down in bed Wonwoo lays close to you and pulls your soft body close to his. It’s not long before you fall asleep in his arms. You aren’t sure what any of this means but you hope maybe one day you and Wonwoo can have something more than secret little moments together.

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Rolling over you cuddled into your husband chests. Your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck. He couldn’t help the smile that formed on his lips as you wrapped your arm around his strong chest. You’re both completely naked from the long night you spent together.

You had been married for two years and neither of you had ever been happier in your lives. You had met because you were friends with Mingyu and he had introduced them to each other. Mingyu had told Wonwoo he found his future wife from him, and to this day Mingyu tells everyone you got married because of him.

Wonwoo was home from a two week long work trip. You had decided to spend the day in bed just enjoying each other.

Slowly you pressed your lips to his neck, and put your leg over his stomach. You were basically laying on top of him, but he didn’t care. He always told you he loved when you laid on him. According to him you weigh nothing. Your soft stomach and thick thighs strongly disagree with him. Anytime you even got slightly insecure about your body your husband would immediately let you know how attracted to you he is.

Gripping your thigh he held her close. His fingers gently kneading your flesh. This man has always had a fascination with your thighs. “We’re not getting out of bed today,” he said as you pressed your lips to his neck again. Leaving a trail of open mouth kisses. You wonder if he'll mind you leaving a mark.

“Nope I’m staying right here,” you murmured against his neck.

Slowly he ran his hand up and down your thigh holding you close. He couldn’t get enough of his wife. He hated going on work trips and being away from you. But you made coming home truly worth it. Even if it was just spending the day in bed cuddling. If you had your way your husband would have been naked the moment he walked in the door.

He got in at eleven at night and the moment the front door was locked you practically jumped him. You didn’t even let him take you to bed. A sea of clothes littered the living room as you sat naked on your husband’s lap. His huge cock snug inside you as you kissed anywhere your lips could reach.

Once he finally got you in bed he told you he desperately wanted to just hold you. Who were you to say no to his request?

“I love you so much,” he smiled.

“I love you too,” you said, moving so you could look at him.

Looking toward his wife he smiled and leaned down and pressed his lips to yours for a gentle kiss. “You’re perfect,” he said, resting his nose against yours. His loving words caused you to smile. Finding Wonwoo was the best thing that had ever happened to you. The love he had for you was like something you could only dream of.

“What if we just never left this bed?” You asked, leaning back onto the bed away from Wonwoo.

“I would never leave this bed if I didn’t have to work,” he rolled onto his side and propped his head up on his hand and looked over at you as you stared up at the ceiling.

“It's a shame you can’t just work from home everyday. I need my husband to stay in bed with me forever,” you smiled. In a dream world he wouldn’t have to travel so much for work.

You knew when you got together there were going to be times he had to leave for long work trips. You knew about the details of his job from the moment Mingyu introduced you. He might be gone often, but you knew no matter what he was always gonna come back to you after his trips.

“You look so beautiful in the morning,” he said, causing your cheeks to flush.

“You are literally the perfect man,” you rolled onto her side so you were staring at each other.

“I want to be the perfect man for you. Now come back over here and lay on me again,” he rolled on to his back again. He never missed a chance to feel your body weight on him.

A soft laugh passed your lips as you moved over and cuddled back into your husband. You rested on his chest and your arm was resting across his stomach.

“We’re not leaving this bed today,” you sighed with a little smile.

“I’m only getting out of bed to take you in the shower, and to possibly eat.” Of course this man is already thinking about shower sex. That might be his favorite to take you other than your bed. Lifting your thigh you put more weight back on his stomach. “Baby I know I said I want to cuddle, but I want to be inside you so badly.”

His words earn a laugh from you. “How do you plan on making that happen? I thought you wanted to cuddle?”

“Lay on your back for me baby.”

Listening to his request you lay on your back and spread your legs without him having to ask. Laying on his side pressed up against your side, his fingers dip between your legs. His index finger plays with your clit while he rubs his growing erection against your thigh.

“You feel so good,” he groans against your skin. You can’t even respond, you just moan as he starts pumping two fingers in your already wet hole. “I need to stretch you out, little baby. I’m not going to fit if I don’t prep you.” In the beginning of your relationship that statement wouldn’t be wrong. Wonwoo has the biggest dick you’ve ever taken before. When you first started dating you couldn’t jump into having sex without him giving you some foreplay. Now four years into your relationship you’ve grown accustomed to the stretch of him filling you for the first few thrust.

“I don’t need prep. You fucked me like two hours ago,” you moan.

“Someone is needy,” he laughs. The hill of his palm continues to rub against your sensitive clit. Hooking his fingers he rubs the spot inside of you that has you seeing stars. “Just come one my hand once and I’ll fuck you nice and slow from behind.” Wonwoo never misses an opportunity to take you from behind. “All you have to do is cum once.” He whispers.

Closing your eyes, rolling your head back, your whole body feels like it’s tightening as you get closer to the edge.

Gasping his name you fall apart on his hand. Your walls contract around his fingers. His hands continue to thrust in and out of you slowly helping you ride out your high.

“Lay on your side baby.” Following his request you lay on your side facing away from him. He pushes your knee up giving him access to your wet core. His large hand kneads the flesh off your ass pressing himself against you.

“Please don’t tease me.” You just want your husband to fuck you already.

“So needy,” he’s running his hardened length through your folds. “Are you stretched out enough for me?”

“Please fuck me,” you moan. Each time his length brushes your clit you see stars.

Taking himself in his hand he slowly pushes into you. He fills you completely. His pelvis is pressed up firmly against your ass. His hand gropes your breast as he moans in your ear. He gives you a moment to adjust to his size.

Rolling your head back you can’t help but moan. His pace is slow. A trail of love bites are being left against your bare shoulder.

“Harder,” you whisper. You want the slow pace but just harder. He listens to you without another word. Rolling his hips into you over and over again. The roam is filled with echoing sounds of whimpers and moans.

“Won-“ you can’t even properly form his name.

“Do you want me to fill you up?” His hand moves from your breast down to your pussy. His fingers toy with your clit earning a moan.

“Please.”

“Do you want me to put a baby in you?” This has been one of your husband’s favorite things to bring up in bed now. You are ready to have a baby with him. His new breeding kink has definitely worn off on you.

“I’m going to cu-“ your body feels like a live water as your orgasm washes over you. “Wonwoo-“ your hand grips his hand that’s playing with your clit. Overstimulation kicks in as he keeps thrusting into you over and over as your high continues.

“I’m going to fill you up,” he groans.

He continues his slow but firm pace. Your hand clings to his hand. Your eyes roll back in your head as another orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks. “Wonwoo-“

The way he moans your name as he cums, painting your walls white is absolutely intoxicating. His hands dig into your hips holding your flush against him.

“We might need to get out of bed to shower,” you say, earning a soft laugh from him.

“God I love you.” He kisses your shoulder gently.

“I love you too.”

He’s still inside you and the way he is holding you you don’t think he plans on pulling out. You have no problem staying in bed cockwarming your husband for a while.

To say you were horny was an absolute understatement. At this point you were practically feral. Your eyes were focused on Wonwoo as he talked to Seungcheol. His hair looked extra curly and soft, and the fact that he came over after working out has you practically drooling. He’s dressed in a white shirt and those god forsaken sweatpants. You can’t focus on anything but him. You had walked away from Soonyoung and Jeonghan at the pool table saying you needed a beer. Your true intentions, however, were to just eye-fuck your newest fuck buddy.

“Is Wonwoo your flavor of the month?” Jeonghan walks up nudging you.

A heavy sigh passes your lips. Rolling your eyes, you look at him and find him wearing a cocky grin. “Are you jealous?”

“Is that the polite way of asking if I miss your sweet pussy?”

“Watch your mouth, Yoon Jeonghan.”

“Tell me again why we stopped sleeping together?” He leans against the bar next to you.

“Something along the lines of, I think I’m gonna fall head over heels in love with you.” You can still picture Jeonghan's face as he drunkenly admitted he was catching feelings.

“Oh yeah, Mrs. No-strings-attached doesn’t like sex with feelings.” He doesn’t sound bitter anymore as he teases you. When you called it off between the two of you last year Jeonghan took two months avoiding you to move on.

“What if I want feelings involved now?”

“I feel like I should be insulted that you’re catching feelings for Wonwoo, but the idea of liking me turned you off.”

Taking a sip of your beer you watch Jeonghan trying to figure out if he’s upset. “I wasn’t ready to catch feelings when you started catching them.”

He reaches out, taking your beer from your hands. “Has my ship sailed?”

“You can’t be serious?”

“A part of me will always like you, but let’s be real, you never looked at me like you look at Wonwoo.” He takes a sip of your beer he’s stolen.

“I’m looking at him like I want to rip his clothes off with my teeth.” Jeonghan interrupting you has done nothing to deter your feral thoughts about your fuck buddy that you may or may not be catching feelings for.

“You can play the whole you’re thinking about fucking him, but I can see you care about him.”

“Why do you say that?” You glance over at Wonwoo to see him watching you and Jeonghan. You’ve never hidden your past with Jeonghan from Wonwoo. He knows all about what unfolded between the two of you.

“You never looked at me the way you look at him.”

Looking back at Jeonghan you narrow your eyes. “I cared about you. Sure it was just sex, but I cared about you as a friend.”

“That’s not the same, even in the slightest way, compared to how you care about him.” He takes another sip of your beer.

“Is this your way of making me end things with Wonwoo because I’m scared?”

He lets out a laugh. “I’m not some jealous asshole. I’m not trying to make you end things with him.”

“Am I capable of falling for someone?” You glance back at Wonwoo to see he’s back to paying attention to Seungcheol.

“Why don’t you try and let yourself feel something more for him than just lust?” You don’t say anything, you stare at Jeonghan for a long moment. “Your lover boy is heading off to the bathroom. You can either go suck him off or maybe talk about your feelings.”

“Jeonghan-“

“Or you could do both. Go suck the life out of him and then tell him you like him. You’re really good with your mouth. Your head game definitely made me emotional more than once.” He pats your back.

“This was the weirdest fucking conversation.”

“Well, we used to fuck often so it felt fitting. Now go get your boy.” He shoos you away.

Walking away from Jeonghan, you can’t help but feel confused. Standing outside the bathroom, you wait for Wonwoo to walk out. Leaning against the wall, you wonder if Jeonghan is right. Maybe you do like Wonwoo more than you ever planned to. When you had started playing this game with him two months ago, you told him that there were no strings attached. You thought you were doing a good job at not catching feelings. This issue is, the more time you spent with your gamer fuck buddy, the harder it was to remind yourself that it was casual.

The bathroom door opens and Wonwoo walks out. He stops in his tracks and stares silently. “Were you jealous I was talking to Jeonghan?”

“That feels like a trick question.” He runs his fingers through his fluffy hair.

“It’s not. I’m not going to be upset with any answer.”

“I’m not the biggest fan that he’s slept with you. But I’m not your boyfriend, so I can’t be jealous.”

Without saying another word, you grab his hand and drag him down the hallway, out the back door that leads to the alley way. The door shuts loudly and you look around, relieved to see no one is around. Releasing his hand you gently shove him against the brick wall. His eyes instantly go wide. you shrug off your flannel. Folding it up you drop it on the floor.

“What is going on?”

“Well I’m incredibly horny, and we have probably fifteen minutes before the boys start questioning where we are. I know I’m pretty good with my mouth so I think I can make you finish in two minutes.”

He doesn’t say anything as you drop down to your knees in front of him. “I don’t have a hair tie, so be a doll and hold my hair.”

“Are you going to blow me in the alley?”

“Would you prefer I don’t?”

He looks around checking to see if anything is near. “You can’t wait for me to take you home to fuck you?” You reach for the waistband of his grey sweats. Your fingers toy with the elastic. “Am I not allowed to have my cake and eat it too?” You bat your eyelashes up at him.

“You’re fucking wild, you know that?”

“You weren’t complaining about it when I let you choke me, while I rode you yesterday.” Tugging the elastic down on his sweats and boxers you push them down just enough to free his already semi hard cock. The mushroom tip is the prettiest rosy color.

Leaning forward you slowly lick tip. Your eyes stay focused on him. Your one hand pumps his length while the other runs teasing lines through his happy trail that leads right to his beautiful cock. His stomach muscles tense under your touch. Taking just the tip in your mouth, you take your time to tease him.

It’s not long before he’s fully hard in your mouth. His finger tangles in your hair pulling your hair away from your face.

“Fuck-“ He groans.

You moan around his length, taking him further into your mouth. “Your mouth is so good-” He’s already becoming a moaning mess.

Hollowing your cheeks, you take him fully into your mouth until he brushes the back of your throat. Wonwoo is by far the biggest dick you’ve ever taken before. The first few times you blew him, he made you gag as he hit your gag reflex. Two months in, and you can deepthroat him like a pro. His tugs on your hair earn another moan from you.

Just blowing him has you so turned on. When you make him cum down your throat you feel like you might need to drag him off to his car so he can fuck you.

“So good. Baby your mouth-“ He knows all about your praise kink. Most men would probably use this scenario to degrade you and call you a slut or a whore, but Wonwoo hates the idea of degrading you. When things first started between you two months ago, you both made a list of turn ons and definite nos in bed. You let him know you were open to a lot of things but nothing gross, and he let you know he would never degrade you, and he didn’t want you to do it to him. You learned that you weren’t the only one with a praise kink.

“Such a good girl.” He moans. Pushing your thighs together you were desperately trying to give yourself some friction.

“I’m close-“

You’re not wearing a watch but you know he may have lasted longer than two minutes, but he was nowhere close to fifteen minutes. You keep pulling off and sucking the tip. There is a mix of your spit and his precum coating his large length.

Closing your eyes you focus on making him cum. He spews out a mix of swear words and your name as he glides your face down until your nose is close to his pubic bone. He spills his milky release into your mouth. You continue to work him, taking every last drop. Pulling off, you hold out your tongue showing him his cum before swallowing it proudly. His eyes are closed as his breathing is uneven. He’s completely fucked out and he looks absolutely beautiful.

Slowly standing up you rub your sore knees. Maybe giving him head in the alley wasn’t the most comfortable position for you. Your knees we’re definitely going to be sore and have bruises. You reach out, tucking his softening cock back into his pants.

“Fuck-” He groans still sounding dazed.

“Wonwoo?”

His eyes slowly flutter open. He takes his glasses off and rubs his eyes for a moment, before putting them back on. “Yeah?”

“I like you.”

“Don’t you normally have to like someone to have sex with them?” He seems confused.

“Well yeah, but I mean I have feelings for you.” This is definitely a first for you. You’ve never been the first person in a situation to confess your feelings. Normally a man tells you they have fallen for you, and you proceed to end things immediately. Jeonghan is a prime example of that.

“Oh-“

“If you don’t feel the same, it’s cool.”

He takes your face in his hands. He doesn’t give you a moment to think. “Shut the fuck up.” He crashes his lips into yours for a searing kiss. He’s never this rough when he kisses you. The way his lips are moving against yours, it’s almost as if he’s kissing you like he needs you to breathe. Pulling away he rests his nose against yours, giving each of you a moment to fully process everything. “I like you so much.”

“Okay, cool.”

“You’re so fucking dumb.” He smiles pulling away from you.

“How can you call me dumb when I was being mature and telling you about my feelings?”

“It took you giving me head almost in public to make you realize you like me?” He’s looking at you like you’re absolutely insane. To be quite honest you might be insane. This is the weirdest way you could possibly admit you have fallen for someone.

“What can I say, it was an emotional blow job?”

Leaning forward, he kisses you again. This time his lips are gentler. “Maybe we should leave?”

“Are you telling me you don’t want to fuck me against the brick wall?” You can’t help but tease him.

“Preferably not. I’m fine if people see my dick, but I don’t want anyone to see you exposed.” His hand is still resting on your cheek, he gently drags his thumb across the delicate skin on your cheek.

“Take me home, Wonwoo.”

Grabbing your hand he leads you back into the bar. Before anyone can comment on the fact that you definitely went missing for fifteen minutes Wonwoo announces you’re both leaving. Looking over at the pool table you find Jeonghan giving you a knowing smile.

The moment Wonwoo has you back at his apartment, he has you naked and on his bed. His lips are all over your exposed chest leaning a trail of marks in his wake. You’re straddling his waist slowly riding him. This has always been one of your favorite positions with him. He feels so incredibly deep when you ride him.

His large hands are gripping the fleshy cheeks of your ass, helping you move. Your fingers are tangled in his hair.

Gently tugging, you moan his name. He releases your nipple with a pop, looking at you with a mix of lust and care in his eyes. Sex with emotions feels different, but then again sex with Wonwoo has always felt different. No matter how much you hate to admit it, you started falling for him from your very first kiss. Maybe one day soon you’ll be brave enough to admit you love him.

Reaching down between you, your fingers toy with your clit pushing you closer and closer to your release.

“Wonwoo-“ You moan his name while feeling drunk on lust and him.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“So close-“ You sound like a blubbering mess.

“I’m going to fill you up-“ His unexpected breeding kink is one of your favorite things about him in bed.

“Please-“ Closing your eyes, your body tensed for a moment before ecstasy took over. Your body feels a warm release. You try your hardest to continue riding him, but your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks. His hands work your pliant body, helping him find his own release. Holding your flesh against his thighs he paints your walls with his salty release. Leaning forward you rest your head on his shoulder, trying your hardest to even out your breathing. His large hands slowly run up and down your back.

“I’m so glad you like me.” His words earn a smile from you. Pulling your face away from his shoulder you take a moment to look at him.

“I’m not afraid to fall in love with you.” Those might be the scariest words you have ever said. But maybe one day you'll fall in love with the cute gamer boy who taught you how to feel for someone.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: creampie, wonwoo has breeding kink even though he doesn’t want to admit it, sex outside (but no one is around) sex against a brick wall, lingerie kink, cum play, oral in the shower (him rec), possibly snowballing

Sometimes after a long day Wonwoo likes to go on motorcycle rides to just release stress. Once he met you he realized being around you took all the weight off his shoulder whenever he was stressed. He still absolutely loved riding his bike. He loves when he gets to ride with you sitting behind holding on to him. There is nothing quite like the feeling of him riding while your arms are wrapped tightly around him.

A shitty day at work led him to going straight to your apartment instead of his own. He knew Mingyu was home from work already and his girlfriend was over.

He’s been with you for almost two years now and he doesn’t even bother knocking, he'd just type in his key code you gave him. He finds you sitting at the kitchen table with your laptop in front of you. Even when you weren’t on the clock you were always looking at work related things at home.

“Baby,” he smiles as you look up.

“Hey Wonwoo,” you smile back. Your smile makes his heart flutter, he loves you so damn much.

“Can you go on a ride with me?” He doesn’t want to think about work, he just wants to not think at all. He just wants to ride his bike with you.

“Yeah, let me change real quick.” You’re dressed in a small pair of lounge shorts that aren’t suitable for riding.

He sets his helmet down on your coffee table and sits down on your big couch near the window. He spends a few minutes browsing through his phone, letting Mingyu know he has the apartment to himself tonight. He doesn’t plan on sleeping in his own bed. He much rather sleeping here with you.

You walk out into the living room dressed in joggers and a jacket. Holding the bike helmet Wonwoo got you. Very early on in your relationship he bought you your own motorcycle helmet. He loves being able to go on rides with you.

He stands up and grabs your hand leading you out of the apartment.

-

Riding down the street your arms are wrapped tightly around his waist as your head rests against his back. You feel at ease just being with him like this.

Something about Wonwoo always makes you feel like you’re whole. That something deep inside of you was missing before him. If soulmates are real you know he’s yours.

Before him you had never ridden on a motorcycle and now it’s one of your favorite ways to travel with him.

The first drop of water you felt left you confused. Glancing, you saw the dark clouds above you. You didn’t bother looking at the weather but it hasn’t rained recently.

Within moments it starts to pour. Your outfit was not fit for the rain.

“What the fuck,” Wonwoo says loud enough for you to hear over his bike.

He sees some buildings that look closer. Quickly he pulls his bike into a covered dark all that’s absolutely empty. He helps you off the bike and unbuckles your helmet. You pull it off handing it to him. You can’t help but feel cold with how wet you got in that unexpected downpour.

“Baby I didn’t think it was supposed to rain.” He reaches up pushing the rain for your cheeks.

“It’s okay.”

“I think we’re stuck here for a while. It looks like all these businesses are closed.”

You can’t help but shake a little. You definitely weren’t dressed for the rain and your joggers you wore are wet and sticking to your skin. “Baby I’m sorry,” he takes your helmet from your hands and sets it on the back of his bike. He wastes no time pulling you close to his body. “Let me warm you up.” He holds you close, rubbing your body. He leans his head down resting his face against your neck. He doesn’t kiss your neck but his lips gently brush the sensitive spot on your neck that always turns you on. A soft gasp passes your lips.

“I didn’t mean to touch there,” he whispers against the sensitive spot. His large hands continue to rub your back as you hold him close. His breath keeps hitting the sensitive side of your neck turning you on. He’s managing to get you wet without trying.

Without thinking you grind your hips forward hoping for some sort of friction.

A soft moan passes your lips. “Does someone like it when I’m close to her neck?” He says with his lips ghosting your sensitive spot.

“Fuck—“

“You know we’re hidden away far from anyone who can see. We’re behind a building facing a forrest.” You know exactly what he’s insinuating. And at the moment you don’t care that you could possibly get caught. You just want Wonwoo to fuck you.

“Baby,” you whimper. With his fingers tangled in your hair he walks you back to the brick wall behind you. His hands protect your head and he gently pushes you against the wall.

“Are you going fuck me against this wall?”

He swallows staring at you with lust filled eyes, “fuck I want to.”

“What happened to your breeding kink being your only thing that makes you kinky?” You tease.

“Does it me fucking you against this wall make me kinky?”

“I think so,” you smile.

“Also it’s not a breeding kink.” He says between kisses against your jaw.

“You’re obsessed with cumming inside me.” You give him a smile.

“I’m not trying to get you pregnant though?” His eyes narrow at you.

“We can agree to disagree,” you crash your lips into his once again.

Pulling away from you he makes quick work by pushing off your joggers. He unbuckled belt and pushes down his jeans and boxers just below his ass. His hard cock slaps against his stomach. If you weren’t out in broad daylight you would get down on your knees and suck the life out of him.

“Are you going to leave my underwear on?” You notice that he left you in your pink thong.

“Pull it to the side for me,” he says as he pumps himself a few times.

“Are we going to talk about your lingerie kink?” You have no problem with him fucking you while you’re still wearing your panties. It actually turns you on to for some reason. Maybe you also have a lingerie kink.

“You’re being extra sassy today,” he steps closer, lifting your leg.

“What can I say I get turned on when you get flustered.” You pull your panties to the sides.

He thrust into you causing a gasp to pass your lips.

Pressed up against the wall he has your leg under his arm. This isn’t the easiest angle to work with, but he’s not gonna let it stop him. In the two years you’ve been together you’ve never had sex outdoors like this where someone could see you if they went behind the buildings where the alley was. You’ve definitely had a sex in the back seat of Wonwoo’s car before, but that’s different from this. Something about this turns you on more than you ever thought it could. The angle he’s thrusting into you has his pelvic bone rubbing against your clit.

Your head leans back resting against the brick wall taking in the sensation. Leaning forward you sloppily kiss him. His thrusts are quicker than normal. Ramming up into you over and over. You’re pretty sure he’s nudging your cervix with each thrust. Covering your mouth you try your hardest not scream his name. You might be alone out here, but if people hear you screaming and moaning they might come see what is happening.

“Fuck-“ you whimper.

“You feel tighter than normal,” he moans. Your hand talons into his shoulder holding on to him for dear life. The way he’s thrusting into you hitting the perfect spot has your toes curling. His pelvis continues to rub your clit leaving you gasping.

The sound of the echoing rain is helping to drown out your moans. You can’t keep quiet.

“I’m close,” you whine.

“Please come with,” he moans.

A white hot wave washes over you. Your fingers tangled in his dark hair pulling him closer to you. He paints your walls white and continues to slowly thrust up into you riding out his high. His lips are leaving sloppy kisses against the sensitive skin in your neck.

“I don’t have anything to clean you up with,” he says softly as he’s still snug inside you.

“It’s okay it’s not the first I’m going to be walking around with you cum inside me.” You’ve had sex a handful times in bathrooms at parties the boys have thrown leaving you in this same predicament.

“We can take a hot shower when we get back to your place and I’ll clean you up.”

-

The rain finally let up and after an hour of huddling against Wonwoo and talking it was finally safe to ride back to your apartment.

He kept his word and the moment you were inside he dragged you off to take a hot shower together.

You shower couldn’t even start innocently. The moment the water was warm enough you were on your knees in front of him. He gently held your hair away from your face as your took him in your mouth as much as he would fit. You hand rest on his thigh while the other plays with his balls. You know exactly what to do to make him fall apart quickly.

You look up at him through your lashes. He looks beautiful in his lust filled haze. “Baby pull off if you don’t want me to cum in your mouth,” he moans.

You continue your motion. You were never a fan of giving someone head let alone swallowing before you met him. Now going down on him is one of your favorite things to do. Glancing up and looking for see his stomach muscles tighten letting you know he’s on the brink. His grip on your hair tightens and he moans your name loudly. He fills your mouth with his salty release. You release him from your mouth with a pop. Without a second thought you swallow everything he gave you.

He helps you to your feet and crashes his lips into yours not caring if he taste himself on you. He holds your face with both hands.

“I love you so much,” he says against your lips.

“I love you too.”

“Let me clean you up and wash your hair.”

He keeps his promise from the alley and cleans your body before he’s standing behind you massaging your strawberry shampoo into your hair.

“Wonwoo would you ever think about moving out of your apartment with Mingyu?” You asked him the question that has been on your mind for a while.

“It depends, are you asking me to move in with you?” His fingers are still massaging your scalp.

“I mean I live alone and we could set your computer up in my small office. I don’t mind working in the kitchen when I get to work from home.” This feels odd you aren’t facing each other while you’re having this conversation. You didn’t plan on talking about this in the shower but this has been constantly on your mind.

“Have you been thinking about this a lot?” It’s almost as if he can read your mind. “Baby turn around and rinse your hair.”

Stepping away from him you let the warm water wash the shampoo away from your hair. “Well yeah. Also don’t you feel like at some point Mingyu is going to want to live with his girlfriend?” You work on getting the shampoo out of your hair.

“Probably.” He seems so calm.

“Do you not want to move in now? We could always discuss this later.” You suddenly feel anxious that he’s not ready. Maybe you’re thinking too far ahead. You step out from the water and step closer to him where he’s holding your conditioner.

He gives you a smile pushing some wet hair behind your ear. “Baby, of course I want to move in with you. It would be nice for us to have a place just for us.”

“Okay I would like for us to live together,” you smile.

“Does that mean we always get to sleep naked?” He gives you a goofy smile. Of course that’s one of his first questions.

“Of course. Does that mean I’m going to wake up to you fucking me all the time?” You gave permission to Wonwoo very early on in your relationship that if wanted to start having sex with you while you’re asleep he can. There isn’t anything quite like waking up to him pushing into you from behind while you sleep.

“Obviously, now turn around so I can finish your hair.”