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Behind Closed Doors - J.WY

"Too much? Then why the fuck did you come here in this tiny little skirt, hm?"

"Almost like you wanted this..like you came here hoping I'd bend you over and fuck you like like my little fucktoy."

~ lil special fic for Woo's iconic outfit for Courreges on 050325 for pfw

pairing: wooyoung x fem!reader

genre: 18+, filth

summary: you just couldn't wait to see your man.. you missed him so much. and he's been so, so busy with his schedules, that you just couldn't contain yourself and ran to see him. and he made sure to let you remember this meeting for days.

wc: 2.9k

warnings: bratty dom wooyoung, quickies implied (hence the fast orgasms and fast pace), rough sex, multiple orgasms, biting, marking, neck kissing, unprotected (boo use protection irl!!!), power play/dom-sub dynamic, teasing, implied risky setting, dirty talk, degradation, praising, possessiveness, wall sex, overstim, completely consensual!, for sure forgot something, might edit later.

author's note: could not contain myself and i wrote this in one night 😭 @joyfulcadence asked me if i could make him a bratty dom so that's what i did (i hope i served bby). anwyays seeing Wooyoung’s abs felt like i was a victorian man seeing ankles for the first time. enjoy.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent the reality of the member in any way.

Wooyoung had been composed—too composed—for the past hour. Dressed head to toe in sleek black leather, lounging in his seat at Paris Fashion Week like he owned the damn place, he had been the picture of effortless confidence. Eyes sharp, jaw set, one leg crossed over the other, he had absorbed the show with an unreadable smirk, occasionally leaning over to comment on the designs to his stylist.

And then you had texted him.

Just arrived. Waiting for you on your break.

That was all it took. The moment he read your message, something in him snapped. His fingers tightened around his phone, lips pressing together as his cock twitched to life beneath the confines of his pants. You were here. For him.

He excused himself the second there was a break between segments, his movements quick and purposeful, leather creaking with each step. His stylists called after him, but he didn’t spare them a glance. He had one goal.

When he saw you waiting in the dimly lit hallway near the artist room, slightly out of breath from running to see him, cheeks flushed from the cold Paris air, he fucking lost it.

A slow smirk stretched across his face as he stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, his energy sharp. "Look at you," he murmured, tilting his head. "So desperate to see me you ran here? Cute."

Before you could respond, he was on you.

He grabbed your wrist and yanked you inside the nearest private room, locking the door behind him with a sharp click. The second you turned to face him, he was already crowding into your space, pressing you against the cool wall. His hands slammed down on either side of your head, trapping you.

"You have no idea," he whispered, voice low, teasing, "how fucking hard it was to sit through that show when I knew you were waiting for me." His breath ghosted over your lips. "What, you thought I'd be patient?"

He laughed—sharp, cocky, eyes gleaming with something dangerous. Then, without warning, he grabbed your chin and tilted your head up. "You ran all this way just to get fucked, didn't you?" he purred. "Yeah? Admit it, baby. You knew exactly what you were doing, texting me like that."

His other hand dragged down your side, fingers teasing over your waist before gripping your hip—hard. His knee nudged between your legs, pressing just enough to make you gasp.

"Say it," he demanded, voice dark. "Say you want me to ruin you right here. Right now."

And fuck, he wasn’t going to wait for an answer.

His lips crashed against yours, all teeth and hunger, his cocky smirk pressing into your mouth as he swallowed your gasp. His hands moved fast, yanking up your skirt, fingers already slipping between your thighs. He chuckled against your lips, feeling how wet and eager you were, how ready.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned, pulling back just enough to look at you—cheeks flushed, lips swollen. "You really did come here just for me, huh?" His grip tightened, his smirk widening. "Lucky for you, I don’t mind giving you exactly what you want."

And with that, he spun you around, pressing your front against the wall.

"You better keep quiet," he murmured, dragging his teeth along your jaw. "Or do you want the whole damn building to know you're getting fucked by me?"

He didn't wait for an answer.

He never did.

Wooyoung wasn’t satisfied with just pressing you against the wall. No, that wasn’t enough.

He needed more.

"Arch that pretty back for me," he murmured, his hand sliding up to grip your throat, applying just enough pressure to tilt your chin up. "C’mon, baby. Show me how bad you want it."

His other hand, the one trailing down your stomach, slid between your thighs and pressed against your clit—just enough to make you whimper.

"That’s it," he praised, voice dripping with satisfaction as you arched, pushing your ass back into his hips, your front curving deliciously into his touch.

And then his fingers slipped inside you.

Two, knuckles deep, stretching you just enough to make you gasp. His chuckle vibrated against your neck as he licked a slow stripe along your skin before biting down—not enough to hurt, just enough to leave his mark.

"Shit," he exhaled, pumping his fingers in and out, curling them just right, his pace slow, teasing. "Already so wet? And I haven’t even given you my cock yet."

Your breath hitched, a soft moan slipping past your lips as he worked you open, his fingers gliding effortlessly in your slick heat. Your hands scrambled against the wall, desperate for something to hold onto, but Wooyoung just laughed.

"Now, now," he tsked, tightening his grip on your throat, forcing your head back against his shoulder. "You can take it, baby. Can’t you?"

You whimpered in response, your hips rolling instinctively against his hand.

He groaned, kissing down your neck again, lips hot and demanding, teeth nipping at your sensitive skin. "Fuck, you sound so pretty," he murmured, biting just beneath your jaw. "Go on, say my name."

You tried to hold back, but when his fingers curled deep, hitting that perfect spot inside you, it was impossible.

"Wooyoung—"

He snapped.

"Fuck," he cursed under his breath, his hips grinding against you, his cock straining painfully against his tight leather pants. "You’re gonna fucking kill me."

His fingers withdrew suddenly, leaving you empty and trembling, but before you could even whine in protest, he was already unzipping his pants. The metallic sound sent a shiver down your spine.

"Spread your legs," he ordered, breath ragged against your ear.

His hand reached down, gripping your thigh and dragging it up just enough to tilt your hips at the perfect angle. His other hand shoved your panties aside, fingers tracing over your soaked folds, spreading you open for him.

"Goddamn," he muttered, his tip rubbing against your entrance, teasing, but fuck—he was losing his patience. "You’re dripping. You really wanted this that bad?"

You barely managed a breathy "mmhmm" before he pressed inside, stretching you inch by inch until he bottomed out.

"Shit," he hissed, head dropping against your shoulder. His hands gripped your hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. "You’re so fucking tight—"

He pulled back just enough to thrust in again, harder this time, knocking the air from your lungs.

"Better hold onto something, baby," he groaned, smirking against your neck. "Because I’m not stopping till you’re screaming."

Your cheek was flush against the cool wall, your breath fogging the surface as Wooyoung pressed you deeper into it. His palm was firm on the back of your neck, fingers splayed, controlling every little movement as he forced you to take him.

"Look at you," he breathed, watching as your back arched even further, your ass pressing against his hips with every thrust. "Fucking made for me."

His other hand was gripping your waist, fingers digging into your soft skin as he pulled you back onto his cock, driving himself in as deep as you could take him. Every snap of his hips sent shocks of pleasure up your spine, making your thighs tremble beneath his hold.

"You feel that, baby?" he groaned, rolling his hips deliberately, making sure you felt every inch dragging against your walls. "How deep I am inside this pretty pussy?"

You whimpered, toes curling as the stretch bordered on overwhelming. Your walls clenched around him, pulling him in deeper, and that made him curse under his breath.

"Fuck—" His grip on your waist tightened, holding you still as he ground against you, filling you to the hilt, his cock throbbing inside you. "You're squeezing me so damn tight."

Your hands scrambled against the wall, nails scratching at the surface, but you had nowhere to go. Wooyoung had you locked in place, his palm pressing down on your neck just enough to keep you trapped, his hips rolling in slow, devastating thrusts.

"You wanna move, baby?" he teased, biting down on your shoulder before licking over the mark. "Want me to fuck you harder?"

You whimpered out something breathy, something desperate. It wasn’t enough for him.

He smirked, tightening his grip on your neck, making you gasp. "Use your words, sweetheart."

"Y-yes," you managed, voice trembling.

That was all he needed.

Wooyoung pulled back just enough before slamming into you again, the force knocking a moan from your lips. His grip on your waist yanked you deeper onto his cock, your arch perfect, making it so he hit that spot inside you over and over again.

"That's it," he grunted, thrusting into you faster, harder, his cock slamming into your soaked heat. "Fucking take it. Just like that."

The sound of skin slapping filled the room, mixing with your breathy moans and his low groans. Your walls clenched around him, and he groaned, dropping his head to bite at your shoulder again, his teeth scraping over your skin.

"God, you feel so fucking good," he panted, his pace rough, relentless. "Gonna make you cum all over my cock."

His hand slid from your waist to your clit, rubbing tight circles that had your body jolting in his hold.

"You close, baby?" he murmured, voice dark, teasing. "Go on. Cum for me.”

Wooyoung knew exactly what he was doing to you. His cock was buried so deep, hitting that perfect spot with every ruthless snap of his hips, his fingers never stopping their relentless circles over your clit. The pressure was unbearable, pleasure climbing higher and higher, burning through your veins.

"Come on, baby," he groaned, feeling your walls flutter around him. "I can feel it. You're close, aren’t you? Gonna cum all over my cock like a good girl?"

Your breath hitched, the coil inside you winding too tight, too fast. His fingers pressed harder against your clit, rubbing faster, and that was it—you broke. Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, crashing over you so violently that your knees nearly gave out.

A sharp cry tore from your lips as your body seized in pleasure, your walls spasming around him, pulling him deeper, milking him for all he was worth.

"Fuck—just like that," Wooyoung groaned, his grip on your neck tightening as he rutted into you, chasing his own high. Your pussy was so tight, so fucking wet, squeezing him perfectly, and it sent him spiraling.

"Shit—" His hips stuttered, then he slammed in to the hilt, burying himself as deep as he could go. His cock twitched inside you, and then you felt it—the hot rush of his cum spilling into you, filling you to the brim.

But he didn’t stop.

"Fucking take it," he growled, grinding his hips into you as he fucked you through both of your orgasms, his cum dripping out with every messy thrust. "Not done with you yet."

Your body was overstimulated, pleasure morphing into something devastating, something that had your breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps.

Wooyoung was still hard—so hard it was almost unfair. His stamina was relentless, his cock still pulsing inside you even as he rolled his hips, pushing his cum deeper into you.

And then, suddenly, he pulled out.

You barely had time to process it before he spun you around, lifting you effortlessly. Your back and ass hit the vanity, the cool marble biting into your skin as he spread your legs, slotting himself between them.

Your eyes were wide, dazed, but he just smirked, gripping his cock and lining it up again.

"You think we're done, sweetheart?" His voice was low, teasing, dangerous.

And then he thrust in, one smooth motion, splitting you open again.

A strangled moan escaped your lips, your hands flying to grip his shoulders, nails digging into them as he bottomed out. His grip was firm on your waist, keeping you still as he rolled his hips, filling you up over and over again.

"You're gonna give me another one," he panted, watching the way your body arched, the way your lips trembled. "Gonna make you cum on my cock again—fuck, maybe twice."

He wasn’t kidding. His thrusts were deep, precise, each one hitting that devastating spot inside you, making your walls flutter all over again.

"Feel that?" he murmured, his forehead dropping to yours, his breath fanning over your lips. "Feel how fucking deep I am?"

Your only response was a desperate whimper, and he groaned, gripping your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"Say my name, baby," he demanded, punctuating his words with a sharp thrust. "Say it while I ruin you."

Your body was trembling, overwhelmed, every nerve fried from the relentless pleasure. Your fingers dug into Wooyoung’s shoulders, nails leaving crescent moons in his skin as he fucked into you, deep and punishing.

"W-Woo—w-wait—" Your voice was a broken gasp, barely coherent, your chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. "It's too much—"

Wooyoung just chuckled, his teeth grazing your jaw before he trailed down, biting your neck, his tongue soothing over the sting. His grip on your hips was bruising, keeping you right there, helpless against the way he was ruining you.

"Too much?" he taunted, rolling his hips, stuffing you full again, making you keen. "Then why the fuck did you come here in this tiny little skirt, hm?"

His voice was dark, dripping with amusement and something filthy. His hands slipped under the fabric, gripping your thighs, forcing them further apart.

"Almost like you wanted this," he murmured against your skin, his lips brushing your pulse. "Like you came here hoping I'd bend you over and fuck you like like my little fucktoy."

You moaned, body twitching, your walls clenching around him. Wooyoung groaned at the feeling, his fingers digging into your flesh.

"Fuck," he hissed. "You're squeezing me so tight—does it turn you on, baby? Knowing I see you? Knowing I know exactly what you need?"

You tried to answer, but all that came out was a desperate little cry. His hand slipped between you, fingers finding your clit again, rubbing harsh, messy circles.

"You're gonna cum again," he growled, snapping his hips harder, knocking the breath from your lungs. "Gonna cum all over my cock one more time, aren't you?"

You were. You couldn't stop it.

The coil inside you was winding tighter, unbearable, sending white-hot pleasure crackling through your limbs. Your legs shook, your fingers clutching his hair as you choked out, "W-Woo—fuck—"

He felt it. The way your walls fluttered, the way your body seized up. And the second you tried to scream his name, Wooyoung moved.

His lips crashed against yours, swallowing your cries, muffling every sound. His tongue slid into your mouth, his kiss sloppy and desperate, stealing the air from your lungs as he fucked you through your orgasm.

Your body shook violently, pleasure rolling over you in waves, your walls convulsing around him, sucking him deeper. Your moans were lost in his mouth, muffled by the way he devoured you.

And he didn't stop.

Wooyoung groaned into the kiss, his thrusts turning brutal, punishing, dragging every ounce of pleasure from your overstimulated body. His cock throbbed inside you, the wet sounds of your bodies colliding echoing in the small room.

"Fuck, look at you," he groaned against your lips, breathless, his forehead pressed to yours. "So fucked out—so fucking ruined."

His fingers dug into your waist, keeping you still as he chased his high, his hips slamming into you harder, deeper.

"I'm gonna cum inside you again," he panted, his voice rough, desperate. "Gonna fill you up so good—fuck, you're gonna feel the ache of it for days."

And then—he snapped.

Wooyoung’s grip on your waist turned bruising as he slammed into you, burying himself deep, groaning as his cock twitched. His breath was ragged, voice breaking on a guttural, "Fuck—" as he spilled inside you, thick and hot, filling you up just like he promised.

Your body jolted at the feeling, still sensitive, still trembling. And even though he was spent, Wooyoung didn't pull out just yet.

Instead, he let out a shaky breath, rolling his hips—once, twice—slow, deep thrusts, dragging out his own pleasure while making sure you felt everything.

You whimpered, fingers clutching his arms. "W-Woo—"

He finally stilled. His lips brushed your cheek, breath hot as he whispered, "Shh, baby. I know."

Then, slowly, he eased out of you. You felt everything—the emptiness, the mess, the way your walls fluttered around nothing. Your legs wobbled, but before you could fall, Wooyoung caught you, steadying you on your feet.

Your breath was shaky as he adjusted your clothes, pulling your skirt back down over your trembling thighs. His fingers slid beneath the hem, pressing over your soaked panties, pushing them snugly against your core, keeping everything inside you.

You whined at the pressure, and Wooyoung chuckled, smoothing down your blouse before running his fingers through your hair, fixing the mess he made.

Then, his hands cupped your face, tilting your head up to meet his eyes. His pupils were blown, his lips swollen from all the kissing, but his expression softened.

"I've missed you so much," he murmured, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks.

You blinked up at him, breathless, completely wrecked. Then, with a weak smirk, you muttered, "Yeah, I can see that..”

Your gaze dropped.

He was still hard.

Still dripping.

He huffed a laugh, shaking his head as his hand gripped the base of his cock, still hard and dripping. His eyes twinkled with mischievous intent as he looked back at you.

“We’ll take care of this at home,” he said, voice low and teasing. “Let me call the manager to pick us up. You’re not done yet.”

You bit your lip, still trying to catch your breath, but Wooyoung’s cocky smile told you everything you needed to know.

The night wasn’t over. And neither was he.

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