SMUT WARNING !!!

SMUT WARNING !!!

okay i don’t normally repost things with smut on this account but……….. this one deserved the reblog

first off, i just love wonwoo so much!! and you’re right!! he reminds me of fall too :) the love you described sounded so warm, just like how i feel during autumn

secondly, oh my god the way you describe the season! i live in california for college now but i would give anything to witness another east coast fall season :( it’s the one thing i miss about home. walking to school, leaves crunching beneath my feet, festivals with apple cider and people exchanging their tank-tops and shorts with jeans and jackets… my favorite time of the year </3

this was cute op! also, welcome to caratland :) we’re happy to have you <3

apple cider | j.w.w. 18+

Pairings: jeon wonwoo x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, smut

Warnings: pretty mediocre smut, fingering, unprotected, dumbification, condescending wonwoo

Word Count: 2213

A/N: autumn is right around the corner and I CANT CANT CANT wait to rewatch gilmore girls, reread harry potter, get apple cider+pumpkin pie, walk through the fallen leaves, ect ect hehe I’m so excited!! recently started stanning svt and wonwoo just screams pumpkin spice antique shops small town apple cider dusty books black cats orange leaves candy corn candles thick sweaters :))

The frigid wind nipped at your cheeks, scarf not bundled high enough to fully mask your face, flushed pink from just the short walk.

It was only October, yet the temperatures hinted at what would be an early winter. You didn't mind the cold, though, as it gave you an excuse to wear (steal?) your boyfriend, Wonwoo's, stack of thick sweaters, one of which you were currently sporting beneath a puffy jacket.

Speaking of Wonwoo, you clutched the two steaming cups tighter in your hands, warmth seeping through your gloves and warming frozen fingertips.

You were on your way home from work, two stops on the subway and a ten minute walk to your shared townhouse appartment. The inviting smell of pumpkin pie had lured you away from your usual pathway, however, and you'd found yourself at your town's seasonal farmers market.

Tables piled high with squash of all shapes and sizes, brightly colored apples, and large heads of corn had led you to your favorite stall- the one with fresh apple cider being churned, scent of cinnamon tickling your nose.

So, here you were, two paper cups filled with golden liquid, fallen leaves crunching beneath your feet as you made your way home, a smile hidden beneath layers of knit, a skip in your step. It was beginning to darken out, and rain began to drizzle down, thickening the scent of moss and stone as you walked down the cobbled streets of town.

You had loved autumn ever since you were young, everything from the chilled wind to carved pumpkins, passion following you into adulthood as it was when you'd first met Wonwoo. You'd come to associate the fall season with him, today particularly hard as your heart ached at the littlest things reminding you of him. You picked up pace as the thought of his embrace took over your mind, desperate for his comfort.

It wasn't long before you reached the steps of your small apartment, twisting ivy climbing the brick and fat pumpkins sitting squat on your porch.

You had just set down the cider and were scrambling for your keys when a small black cat darted out from behind the side of the building, meowing. It would have been completely camouflaged in the dark if it weren't for its glowing eyes, illuminated yellow by the street lamps.

"Ah, cutie!" You reached down to scratch under its neck, the cat leaning against your leg, "You wish I were Woo, don't you?"

There were countless stray cats that lived around town, sort of communal pets as everyone took part in caring for them. More often than not they were perched in front of your house, regulars as Wonwoo had a habit of feeding them.

It was a shame your landlord had forbid pets inside the apartment, for both you and Woo had taken a liking to the little black cat. But you supposed it was all okay, as you already had your own kitty at home (one who happened to be six foot and wore thin-rimmed glasses)!

Door hastily unlocked and shoved aside, you felt weight drop from your shoulders as an immediate gust of warmth hit you, smell of home warming your cold heart.

"I'm home," you called out, making silent apologies to the cat as you nudged it aside, shutting the door to escape freezing temperatures.

At the sound of your voice, Wonwoo looked up from where he was sat on the large window seat, thick novel clutched in his large hands. He pushed aside the pillows and blankets he was buried in, adjusting his glasses as he made his way across the living room to you.

"Oh, you look frozen," he frowned, voice husky from being unused for so long, "You know, if you'd just let me pick you up-"

He began to help you unwrap yourself, pulling gently on your scarf as you shrugged off your jacket.

"Noo, I love my walk home, especially now that it's autumn," you grinned, "Though it is awfully cold, you'd think it was December already?"

Garments successfully discarded, Woo pulled you into a hug, warming your face against the thick fabric of his sweater, nose buried in his broad shoulders. A warm hand reached to wrap around yours, other finding purchase in your wind-swept hair, combing out tangles.

"Oh! I almost forgot!"

"Hmm?"

"I got us apple cider from the market," you pointed to the two abandoned paper cups sitting on the counter.

"I already tried it, I couldn't help myself, but it's so good," you bounced on your toes, talk of apple cider making you giddy, "I think it won an award or something? But it's the best I've had ever, seriously."

Wonwoo smiled quietly as you rambled on, eyes lit up. You looked so cute, face flushed from the cold, lashes clung together with water droplets.

Though autumn seemed to typically bring moods down, what with its dramatic contrast from summer's clear skies and humid air, it always seemed to bring yours up. Heightening your jumpy and energetic self, the perfect counterpart to his own calm and quiet.

"Here," you grabbed a cup, shoving it to Woo's face, "I know you don't like sweet tasting things, but try! It's so good."

Humming in response, he brought the flimsy paper to his mouth, taking a hesitant sip.

You were right- it was delicious, thick and gooey like baked apple pie, spicy cinnamon melting across his tongue, spreading warmth to the tips of his fingers.

"Mmm," Wonwoo looked up from his cup, pleasantly surprised, "Thought you were insane but you know what, it's justified,"

You grinned at his response, eyes forming crescents, nothing could get between you and your apparent passion for apple cider.

Cider quickly drank, you joined Wonwoo at his perch on the window seat, snuggling into his body while he resumed his book, absentmindedly stroking your hair. Tension from the long work day melted off your body, stomach fill of rich cider, white noise of rain pattering against panes. You buried your face in his chest, hugging him impossibly tight, feeling the soft rhythm of his heartbeat, scent of dark chocolate and pumpkin spice.

A rumble echoed in Wonwoo's chest as he chuckled, setting down the book to wrap his arms around you.

"You really missed me that much?"

You pouted, looking up at him, "I was gone all day, you didn't miss me?"

Hand to chin, Wonwoo lifted your head to place a peck on your nose.

"All I get is a kiss on the nose," you huffed, mock-angry.

He sighed, moving his hands down to your hips to pull you up atop his lap.

"That needy for my love?"

He tugged on your chin again, this time lips meeting lips, taste of apples and cinnamon.

This kiss was slow, playful, at first, becoming harsher as you reached up, body pressing tight against his. It felt like ages since you'd last been like this- hands gripping hair, chest to chest.

You let out a small noise as his tongue pushed against yours, messy, spit gathering at the corner of your mouth.

Wonwoo's lips left your mouth, trailing down your jawline to suck on your neck, biting just hard enough to leave a mark.

"Of course I missed you, baby," he murmured, deep voice gone gravelly, "So, so, much."

You couldn't help but rut against Wonwoo's lap, wet pooling between your thighs at his strong gaze, eyes lidded behind frames.

The feeling of his cock, hard beneath trousers at all your struggling, had you whimpering, grabby hands pushing off his glasses to discard them by his long-forgotten novel.

"Such a needy baby," he cooed, hands toying with the hem of your pants, "Been wantin' me all day? Couldn't focus on work because you're too focused on the thought of my cock fillin' you up?"

"Mhm, Woo," you nodded eagerly, earning a laugh.

"All worked up for me, huh, baby."

Gripping your pants, he slowly pulled down to reveal black panties, damp spot turning fabric darker.

You let out a mewl as his long fingers pressed gently against the flimsy fabric, petting softly.

"Please," you begged, hips bucking, "Miss you so bad."

Wonwoo hummed, drawing aside panties and pushing his fingers into your pussy, sound of your whines going straight to his dick.

Hands gripped fistfuls of his sweater as he curled his thick fingers inside you, all while rubbing light circles on your clit, painfully slow.

You cried out as the pleasure built, hips grinding down on his hands in an attempt to quicken his pace.

"Ahh," Wonwoo grinned at the tears in your eyes, "Can barely take my fingers, how you 'gonna take my cock?"

"Ah! 'Woo," you whimpered, body shaking as the pressure came to a tipping point, brain short-circuiting as his fingers pressed at your sensitive spot. Body unwinding, breathing hard as you felt yourself unwind, electric currents jolting through veins and zapping fingers, toes. High pitched tone as white squirted from your cunt, coating Woo's fingers, making a sticky mess all over his pants.

"Ah, look what you've done," he scolded softly, tugging off his pants, "Have to get rid of them now."

Your eyes widened at the outline of his dick against boxers, stomach swooping. You'd taken Wonwoo's cock many times before, yet every time you wondered if it'd even fit, wondered if your cunt would even stretch that big.

"S'big," you mumbled, not realizing you'd said it aloud until he replied.

"And you're gonna take it like a good girl for me, huh?"

Placing a hand on your stomach to push you onto your back, he tugged off your panties, (his) sweater, and bra, palming himself at your perked nipples.

Helping him remove his own sweater, your eyes fluttered at the sight of his bare body, thick biceps and toned stomach, fabric no longer teasing what lay underneath.

Wonwoo forced apart your thighs, groaning at the sight of your puffy cunt, arousal leaking out.

"Pussy so needy for me, can barely go a day without a fat cock fillin' you up."

You cried in response, whining his name, fingers clawing at his big arms.

"Need you, Woo," you babbled, "Need your cock inside me."

He bent down to place a kiss against your forehead, removing his dick from boxers, tip dribbling precum and swollen an angry red.

"Ready, baby?"

He placed the head against your core, your chest rising and falling rapidly, lips bitten raw as he bottomed out, slowly pushing into you.

Stars shot behind your eyelids as his tip pressed against your g-spot, lips parted in a moan.

You could barely take his whole cock, too thick for your small cunt, every throbbing vein sending your brain into a haze.

"So tiny," Wonwoo cooed, placing his hand on the bulge in your stomach before starting to move, thrusting deep and hard.

"S'too big," you cried, cunt clenching around him, body shaking from the stimulation as he pounded into you, cock dragging against your walls.

The force of his strong body drove you hard into the cushions, hands clawing for purchase on the plush fabric, desperate for anything to ground you.

Your thighs shook at the slapping of skin against skin, the wet sound of your warm pussy struggling to take him in.

Woo grunted, "What happened to taking my cock like a good girl? Too big for you? Gonna misbehave?"

"N-No- I," you were cut off by a moan, back arching as he fucked into you, eyes blown out wide beneath teary lashes.

"Fuck, baby," he swore, the image of your tiny body under him shaking, almost unable to take him, sent blood rushing to his dick, thrusts getting impossibly harsher, deeper, sloppier.

Wonwoo could tell he was slowly losing you, brain unable to string simple words together, vision turning fuzzy and mind blank with nothing but pure pleasure.

"My dumb little baby," he whispered, "Thinking of nothin' but my cock."

Bringing his lips to meet your nipple, tongue flicking the bud as his fingers pinched the other, the feeling of his wet, pink lips causing your voice to raise.

He could tell you were close, the way your pussy squeezed him in, clenching uncontrollably, body at the peak of what it could handle.

Licking his lips, he pressed a finger against your clit, rubbing harshly.

"Mm, baby, look at me," he raised his head to make eye contact, your eyes struggling to focus, dizzy.

"I-Woo-" you mewled.

"Shhh, shhh. I know, baby, I know," he tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear as your eyes rolled back, mouth parted in high pitched moans and cunt clamping down.

Your hips jerked into him as you came, coating his dick with your release, cum spilling out as he fucked you through your orgasm.

Wonwoo cursed, pulling out as he reached his own high, releasing ropes of sticky cum, splattering against your tits, dripping down your stomach.

The sound of heavy breathing replaced moans and whines, the two of you laying together as you rode out the last of your highs.

Wonwoo smiled at your sleepy expression, eyes lidded and lips swollen.

"Hope you miss me this much tomorrow, baby," he murmured.

to you | jeon wonwoo

pairing: wonwoo x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 600

summary: in which you and wonwoo go to bed

a/n: just something to post while i’m writing bigger things. wonwoo i love you if you ever need a thigh to cuddle i got two of them :)

“Do you think I should get a new gaming chair?”

The voice in front of you pulled you away from your book’s pages, your eyes peering over the novel to look at your boyfriend. Wonwoo made a point to let you know that he was incredibly bored, but instead of doing anything about it, he had laid in between your legs and hugged your thigh as if it were a stuffed animal. As endearing as it was, his constant random comments were interrupting your before-bed reading time. 

“You bought that one last year, babe. Unless it’s broken, I think it’s okay,” you told him, watching him nod before nuzzling his face into your inner thigh. You held back a smile, folding the corner of the page you were on before placing your book on the nightstand beside you. Once free, your hands immediately reached out for Wonwoo, one landing on his shoulder while the other ran through with hair. 

“You’re adorable, you know that?” 

Your words made Wonwoo groan, his face once again burying into your thigh. You giggled at his reaction, your hand moving from his hair to his neck, where you gently massaged the tense muscles there. “My adorable little baby.”

“I’m not adorable – or little,” he muttered, lifting his head up to glare up at you. Jeez, he looks like a baby. The urge to grandma-squeeze his cheeks ran through your mind. 

“No, you’re right…. you’re not little. You’re my adorable giant baby. How’s that?”

You noticed Wonwoo try to hold back his smile, his eyebrows furrowing in concentration to not give you the satisfaction of hearing him laugh at your joke. You snorted at the look on his face, patting his neck before leaning back against the headboard. You picked up your book again, but Wonwoo was quick to grab it out of your hands and put it back on the nightstand. Suddenly, you were dragged down to a lying position by your boyfriend before he moved to lay beside you. 

“Time for bed. You have work tomorrow,” he teased, reaching over you to shut the lamp light off. You scoffed, poking his rib cage and hearing him yelp. You cackled, but stopped when he moved to hover over you and his hands began to tickle your sides. You immediately began to beg for forgiveness, Wonwoo giving you a few more jabs before pulling away with a smile. A few moments passed, the pair of you just staring at one another. You had memorized every crevice of his face, every wrinkle around his eyes. He was beautiful. 

“I’m so in love with you,” you admitted quietly, reaching your hand up to brush his hair out of his eyes. It was a bit hard to see in the dark, but the city’s lights gleaming through the window highlighted the small blush growing on Wonwoo’s cheeks. You continued to praise him, slowly getting him to lay down on top of you so you could run your hands up and down his back. Your fingers traced his spine and your lips spilled more words of affirmation that you knew he’d appreciate. Eventually, you felt his heart rate slow and soft breaths escape his lips. His body was slightly slipping off of you, so you maneuvered carefully, moving him to lay beside you with his arm draped across your torso. You mumbled one final bit of praise before pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“I’m in love with you, too,” he mumbled, arm pulling you closer. Soon, sleep began to take over, leaving you and Wonwoo to meet in your dreams.

i audibly gasped seeing these violent delights au wonwoo….. Plz spare crumb…. Anything……….

i haven’t really written anything spectacular yet… still trying to figure out the best way to start the story, but here’s a few notes i’ve made for it!

“Decalcomania is colloquially referred to as the ‘butterfly print’ and resembles two sides of a whole. Here, used to emphasize that the shadow, which symbolizes the dark side of life, is an inseparable part of a person.”

“WHAT IF THE MONSTER IS [redacted]???? HEAR ME OUT”

xu members - serpents y/n, minghao, junhui, vernon, joshua

jeon members - gumiho (nine-tailed fox) wonwoo, mingyu, jeonghan, soonyoung

“We’re going to be late, shǎ guā.”

“We’re already late, bèn dàn, because you just had to find your American dress to wear to the theater. I thought this was supposed to be a break, yet you wear the most flashy item you own. We’ll be recognized immediately.”

crush culture : part twenty-eight

synopsis : ln yn has always flirted with huang renjun. but they do that with literally everyone else too, they couldn’t possibly be serious about pursuing him, right? on their final year of university, yn is determined to show that they are. with all the walls that renjun has built around himself, will they be strong enough to succeed in tearing them down? pairing : huang renjun x gn!reader genre/s : university + student council au, fluff, angst, pining, slice of life, humor part 28 wc : ~1k

part twenty-eight : clear skies

previous  ➤ part twenty-seven : doing great sweeties next  ➤  part twenty-nine crush culture ➤  masterlist 

yangyang needed this. that’s all there is to it.

technically, he could have asked to reschedule. the project was due next week, he could have waited until jungwoo recovered so you could work on this particular part together. but you had already made that statement : it was only going to be you and him. and if he was really about to let you go, completely and truthfully, then this was an opportunity that he had to take.

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wonwoo would cup your face and gently attack your lips with pecks