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conclusion number three | jeon wonwoo
➝ Wonwoo x Reader
➝ fluff / slice of life / nonidol!au
➝ total word count: 1.4k
➝ notes, warnings: just them being cute. not proofread. wonwoo can be a lil ooc. Inspired by this post. i just love wonwoo so much, this is a wonwoo simp post. enjoy!
summary: you have a hypothesis you'd like to prove.
Wonwoo, you've come to realize, loves being complimented.
He doesn't say it out loud, doesn't do anything that screams "compliment me!", but he's not very subtle about his smile either when someone genuinely compliments him about something.
It's something that you've only noticed recently, and you're still keen on proving this hypothesis by throwing in compliments on random intervals throughout the days just to see how he'd react.
"You look very nice today." You say out of nowhere when Wonwoo is looking down at his coffee.
He blinks, a little confused, though you don't miss the shy smile he sports that's gone as quick as it appears.
"Thank you? We've been sitting here for an hour, though?" He doesn't say out loud the question of why you're only saying this now, but it's there and you shrug carelessly.
Conclusion number one: compliments about his look doesn't bring as much as a reaction from him even though it's there.
When you pass by a pretty flower wall, you ask Wonwoo to take a picture of you, something that he happily complies with and never complains about.
After taking a few shots, he proudly shows you the pictures and says that the pictures came out nicely though he can take more if there’s a certain angle you prefer. You're looking at him instead of your phone, haven't even properly looked at the pictures, but your hypothesis is more important now so you say it anyway.
"You're very good at taking pictures, aren't you?"
He tilts his head before he looks at you, then smiles before he adds nonchalantly as he scrolls through the pictures he’s just taken, making your whole face warm with his comment.
"You're just very pretty."
Conclusion number two: he can brush off compliments about his skill easily though he seems pleased either way. (Need to confirm by complimenting his other skill that can't be turned back to you. Smooth bastard.)
You stumble upon a small festival on your way to dinner. Deciding to eat there instead, you and Wonwoo make you way through the festival, looking at the stalls along the street. You swing your hand as you walk through the sea of people, a little too excited to notice you've been swinging it a little too much.
Wonwoo grabs your hand with a chuckle, and when you look at him in question, he shakes his head without offering any explanation.
Looking at your hand in his, you hum before you tighten your hold and feel Wonwoo returns the gesture.
"Your hand is very warm, I like it."
He stops in his tracks, his eyes soft as he pulls you closer to him.
"You're very cheesy today, aren't you?"
Hm. Of course he'll catch up. At least he'd never know why you're doing this.
"What? I can't compliment my boyfriend?" You try to sound nonchalant, accompanied by a shrug that Wonwoo doesn't really buy.
He doesn't prod though, because what's the use in prodding when he can just accept compliments from the person he loves? There's no reason whatsoever for him to hold it against you. So he shakes his head and you feel the soft brush of his thumb against your knuckle before he pulls you to walk again.
You stop by a crepe stall because you're craving sweets, your body swaying a little due to your excitement; you can’t remember the last time you went to a festival, probably a few years back during university, and to be here with Wonwoo of all people makes everything exciting–even waiting for an overpriced crepe because you have him by your side.
You press your lips together to stop the embarrassing squeal that’s trying to get out of your lips when the food vendor hands you your crepe, which says a lot about how enthusiastic you really are about the whole thing. Wonwoo chuckles yet again, keeps it in his mind to find more festivals to go to if you're this enticed by the thing.
Seeing an empty bench a while ago, you make your way back there in hope it’s still empty so you can eat your crepe and the takoyaki Wonwoo has just bought in peace. Thankfully, it is still empty, an old couple sits on the bench next to you and a group of three guys on the bench next to them.
Wonwoo sets the takoyaki and the bubble teas between the two of you, enjoying the festival vibe as he nibbles on a piece of takoyaki. You happily eat your crepe too, though you eye his food and wonder if it’s good. You don’t usually like takoyakis, but they seem good today and you blame it on the vibe around you.
“Want to try some?” He asks when he notices you frowning at the treat he’s holding.
Your lips purse in thoughts, and he breaths a chuckle before he pushes it in front of your lips. You take a full bite, and regret it immediately because it’s hot and you panic when your crepe almost topples from your hands.
The sound of Wonwoo’s laughter fill your ears despite the noise around you, and even though he’s laughing, his hands are already busy taking the crepe from your grip and handing you your bubble tea so you can cool the inside of your mouth down. He hands you a napkin too, something you gratefully take as you cough into the thing.
You say a bunch of incoherent things which Wonwoo guesses is just you telling him to shut up, but the way your cheeks turn completely full and you’re flailing your hands are just nothing but adorable to him that he can’t help grinning despite his worry.
When you finally manage to swallow the takoyaki (which does taste good and you would’ve appreciated had the prior incident not existed), you hit him square in the shoulder for laughing at your misery.
“Good to know my boyfriend likes seeing me suffer.” You glare.
“You know it’s not that.” He says softly, the smile never leaving his face. Before you can say anything back, he absentmindedly reaches out to wipe the corner of your lip with his thumb, then licks whatever that was there and continues with his meal.
You blink continuously, your whole face warm and you have to bite your lip from smiling too hard.
What the fuck?
It seems like something he does without even realizing, because when he notices you’ve frozen in place, he looks genuinely confused and asks what happened like he didn’t just do what he did in a very public place.
Wonwoo has never really been one for public affections though he takes care of you the same. He doesn’t mind holding hands; but that’s about it–everything else he does behind the comfort of your door.
“Hey.” He pokes your cheek. “Why are you lagging?”
“Not funny.” You look at him unimpressed before you take your crepe back in embarrassment, though that doesn’t discourage him to grin at his own little joke. “Also, nothing.”
“Ah, young love.” You hear the grandma next to you say to her spouse, something that Wonwoo seems to catch too because he shares that look with you. “Remember when you used to do that to me, too?”
The grandpa’s voice is too small for you to catch on, but what she says next gets your heart beating in an arrhythmical beat and you force yourself to lock your gaze on Wonwoo despite your embarrassment, his eyes avoiding yours, the tip of his ears blazing red, and he’s pressing his lips together so hard as if to contain a smile.
“They seem very in love, don't they? The young man takes care of the girl so well, I hope our son takes care of his wife like that too.”
“You take care of me well, huh?” You whisper, and he pretends like he doesn’t hear you regardless of the way he looks down to hide his smile that he’s no longer able to contain.
You grin at this, and you take his face in your hands so he’ll look at you. You’re a little surprised at how warm his face is, and you decide to spare him from the teasing you were originally about to do and you say another thing instead.
“You do take care of me very well; I’m glad I have you with me.”
Conclusion number three: Wonwoo loves it very much when someone compliments him on the way he is with you.
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Rating: Explicit || Word Count: ~900 Content Warnings: female anatomy, no pronouns for reader, possessive vibes, boss/employee, confessions (of lust), p in v sex, silco's pull-out game is WEAK
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beta reader: @silcoitus <3
“You know, when I said you needed– fuck– pussy, this wasn’t e-exactly what I had in mind.”
Silco ponders your statement over a handful of thrusts, hips drilling into the backs of your thighs hard enough so you know they’ll be sore come tomorrow.
He offers a coy little smirk that you can all but hear in his voice, “Do you want to stop?”
Gods, why would he even ask that question; who would want to stop? You don’t want to think about how good he is at fucking you, how godly his cock is. You don’t want to think about how every fuck before this pales in comparison to the precision and skill that Silco has. You don’t want to think about how divine it feels to be filled over and over by the bastard, but as he threatens to make you come rather quickly, these thoughts are all you can comprehend in your fuckdrunk mind.
You grit your teeth. “No.”
“Good,” he grunts, “I don’t plan on stopping any time soon.”
You hadn’t meant much with your off-handed comment in the first place. Sure, you don't mind the thought of fucking your boss, but it wasn’t quite how you planned your evening to go.
Silco was slumped over his desk, glaring down his bladed nose at a looming stack of papers. Your quips started out more modest, commenting on how he looked “like the living dead” and something about melting into the expensive mahogany of his desk.
“Do you perhaps have a solution?” He had groaned, a futile attempt to hasten your visit to his office.
That was when you said it–you need some pussy–and Silco went stiff, in both ways, as soon as the words left your mouth. He'd shot up out of his chair and you were ready to start running until his hand snapped out and snatched your wrist.
“Is that so?” You could see the way his tongue flicked behind his teeth, and how his eyes drank you in.
It was only a matter of time before you were bent over the desk and his cock was pushing into you.
“How long have you wanted this, sweetheart?” Silco’s voice is ragged with the depths of his pleasure, a sadistic rasp that echoes over and over in your fuckdrunk mind.
“Fuckin’, uhhnn…” you trail off in thought, lost in the rapture of a particularly good few thrusts that have your eyes rolling into your skull.
You can feel Silco's smug gaze raking hot over your backside, the press of him a questioning prod now. “Well?” He taunts you cruelly, leaning close to wind an arm around your middle and circle your clit, purring in your ear, “don’t be shy.”
“Oh, gods,” you sigh, “since that fucking interview.”
Your cheeks are hot with that confession. You hadn’t planned on fucking Silco, but you couldn’t deny you thought he was a good serving of dick when you met him. The way he carries himself, the manner in which he speaks to those below his level, the way he certainly looked over your body during that interview.
“Mmm, I remember that day,” he groans, “I even remember what you were wearing.”
You clench around him in surprise, your nails scratching against the wood of the desk as Silco settles for grinding his hips into your ass.
“Sheer tank top, and those coy little shorts.” Silco’s voice is still deep and rumbling as he fucks you, but it goes without saying he’s rather fond of this memory. “You were ready to give me a show if I didn’t want to hire you.”
His lips tease against your back, the edge of his smile nipping at your skin. “You had me tempted, but it was well worth the wait.”
He's right, you did underdress. So many employers had rejected you that week and you were fully prepared to suck dick for a job, or maybe more. But you can't let him have that.
“It was hot outside,” you retort, but your vocal chords abandon the firmness you had wanted, words melting around a whine. Silco leans back, rooting both his hands on your hips as he drills into you, working towards his climax.
“I don't care for the weather, you were mine the moment I hired you,” Silco hisses, delivering a quick pinch to the back of your thigh, “now touch yourself.”
You couldn't resist if you tried, already so close to your peak that denying yourself would be too much. Your fingers are on your clit in a matter of milliseconds, and your walls must clamp down tight when you do because Silco grunts, thrusts becoming arrhythmic.
With just a few swipes on your clit, your back is bowing, hips rocking against Silco as your climax spears through you. He fucks you through it, fingers bruising your hips and pulling you into each frantic snap against your backside.
Eventually Silco abandons your pleasure to work on his own, rutting into you until he buries himself as deep as he can get. A long groan accompanies his orgasm as his cock throbs against your walls, filling you until his release starts to leak out.
He collapses on top of you, nearly crushing you as he catches himself with a hand on the desk.
As he begins to soften inside of you, he laughs to himself.
“I suppose I did need that.”
taylor sang long live x change on guitar and the archer x you're on your own kid on piano...
YOYOK IS MY SONG HOW COULD SHE PLAY IT WITHOUT ME THERE (i dont have tickets)
its really telling where you learned about lapis lazuli. put yours in the tags
Something I love so much about the finale, and the final sequence in particular, is the sheer number of easter eggs packed in. The rewatch value is insane. Vee and Luz graduated together, King got to play catch, Dana Terrace signed Luz’s writing scholarship, Hunter doesn’t have eyebags, Raine has a palisman, Eda is wearing Raine’s earring, Luz is wearing Amity’s necklace, the Hexsquad had matching Flapjack tattoos, Alador and Darius might have a thing for each other- and that’s just what I know of right now. We’ll be finding little things for days and days to come and what a wonderful goodbye that is
thenito petim so tikred. aughck
@festival-of-pudding like….
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