Take It Slow
GENRE: Fluffy Smut
SUMMARY: he was tightening his hands around your waist
“It’s okay, we can take it slow, babe,” He whispered as he started to kiss your neck softly, occasionally leaving little bites where your shoulder meets your neck.
As you opened your mouth to reply, Wonho started to lay stronger, more prominent love bites against your neck, and instead of words leaving your lips, the only sound that could be heard were your moans.
Wonho, obviously, loved your moans. And you could tell because as soon as that moan left your mouth, he was tightening his hands around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.
Realising that you couldn’t get any closer to him, he started to lay you back onto the bed, hands leaving your waist to rest next to your head, holding himself up.
He placed chaste kisses against the side of your neck, occasionally nipping at the point where your neck and shoulder meet.
“Don’t leave marks on my neck,” you said, making Wonho look up.
“Why?” He continued with his actions, his voice slightly muffled.
“Because the fans will think badly.”
Wonho stopped, before sitting up so he was straddling you.
“Are you serious?” He said, laughing and using his hands - which were once resting on your hips - to cover his face.
“You’re really thinking about my fans when I’m trying to be intimate with you?”
Your reply came in the form of laughter, both of you giggling at how the events turned out.
“Shit, I don’t know about you but I’m really not up for it anymore,” Wonho said, collapsing next to you and placing his arm around your waist.
“It’s okay, we can take it slow, babe,” You said, mimicking his words from earlier.
“Shut up,” he said, nuzzling his head into your neck and cuddling you.
A few minutes passed where the two of you held each other in a comfortable silence.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”