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wooyfoxy · 5 months

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FREAKS ON A FRIDAY

COLLEGE BF!WOOYOUNG / FEM READER

⤏ Synopsis: Your boyfriend, Wooyoung, is as cool as a cucumber. You, not so much. When you go into a jealous fit at a Friday night party, he's nothing short of amused at how cute you are. And he knows just how to simmer down your hot temper.

⤏ Genre(s): *drabble, smut (what's new?)

⤏ Content: college!au, established relationship!au, non-idol!au

⤏ NSFW Warning(s): unprotected piv, mean switch!Wooyoung, switch!fem reader, face slapping, hair pulling, oral (fem receiving), nipple play, dirty talk, possessiveness, reader has nipple piercings, please keep in mind that both are quite masochistic

⤏ Note*: this content is completely fictional.

“My eyes are up here, Dickhead!”

“But my eyes are down here, Sugartits; not my fault they’re right in front of me.”

Your boyfriend, Wooyoung, sat himself on the toilet lid, his hands that found home on your hips pulling you closer as you stumbled between his parted thighs. He wasn’t fazed at all by your eyes that were blown out in anger, veiling that shit-eating grin you knew all too well behind a composed smirk. If it weren’t obvious already, it took a lot more than your cute little tantrums to have an effect on him. He knew how to handle that short fuse of yours like clockwork.

“You are not allowed to call me that right now.”

“C’mon, you love it when I call you that,” he slurred, nuzzling his face between your breasts in the process. To his dismay, you wriggled out of his hold, leaning against the wall before tucking your chest under your arms.

“Why don’t you ask Kristen or Kirsten—whatever the hell her name is—to let you motorboat her tits?” you spat.

Wooyoung couldn’t resist the laugh that fought hard to escape his lips, shaking his head and adjusting the shades that kept most of his bangs away from his face. He didn’t let your seething demeanor stop him from joining you once again, pressing his frame gently against you with a hand resting on the wall beside your head. The other cradled your chin between his fingers, and that grin of his showed up in its full form.

“There’s no girl’s tits I wanna motorboat other than yours, Baby.”

You rolled your eyes, hoping that was enough to distract yourself from your thumping heart.

“Well, aren’t you such a romantic?” you said, voice laced with sarcasm.

A few knocks at the door stole your attention for a fleeting moment, and you both opt to ignore them. Wooyoung sighed once the knocks became louder, briefly retracting from you to yell out, “It’s occupied!”

“Not anymore. I’m leaving,” you muttered. But before you could move, he’s got you cornered again, and it’s your turn to sigh. Despite the smile still lingering on his lips, he sounded more serious this time.

“How many times do I have to tell you that Kirsten’s just a friend? You jealous girl,” he said, no malice in his tone. Rather, he was quite gentle with how he spoke to you.

“She was playing with your hair!”

“And she has a girlfriend, Baby—who was right beside her.”

Your lips parted and closed a few times as you tried to gather your words, but you didn’t know what to say. He took it as a sign to continue reassuring you, placing his hand on your warm cheek.

“I’m sorry I didn’t make it clear to you, I should’ve. I don’t see her that way at all; she definitely does not see me that way. I’ll consider your feelings more from now on, okay?”

Your lips formed a pout, and you couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eyes as embarrassment washed over you.

“I’m sorry for overreacting. It’s just that…your hair—”

“You like being the only one pulling on it, huh?”

He didn’t hide that he noticed how his question had caught you off guard.

“W-What?”

“Don’t play all ‘shy girl’ with me now. You know, I can still feel the effects of how hard you pulled on my hair last night,” he purred. “You would love it if I got on my knees and let you run your fingers in my hair right now, hm?”

You stammered his name under your breath when he licked a strip along your neck, kissing and sucking your skin before moving lower to your breasts. It never bothered him too much when you wore a form-fitting shirt and forewent a bra, the shape of your piercings bulging under the tight, stretchy fabric. That was as long as he was the only one who had the privilege of playing with them, of course. And when your shirt was bunched above your breasts, he stole more than just a quick look. His eyes were hungry, staring long enough to brand the image of your tits in his mind.

Two cute little silver hearts for both of your nipples, hugging the buds together just perfectly. You just had them pierced a month or so ago, and you’d be lying if you denied that half the reason why you did was for Wooyoung. You wanted to get something that was only to share with him; in a sense, it made your heart flutter at how intimate it really was. Maybe a few others got a glimpse of your piercings sometimes, but Wooyoung always received the full experience.

“I’ll never get tired of these,” he murmured, pressing his thumbs on your nipples to light a reaction from you. He was good at catching every little detail about you, savoring each short breath you took, how your lips parted, and the way your tummy contracted from any shock of pleasure.

“You really went through that pain for me,” he stated more so than asked.

“It’s worth it,” you whispered. “And it feels...hah”—your face contorted when he captured your nipple between his lips—“it feels s-so good now. So sensitive…”

He hummed. “I bet it does.”

The air was so thick and hot, polluted with the pungent mix of alcohol and weed; it made you a little lightheaded. The shitty trap song muffled by the door went deaf on your ears, and all you could focus on was the wet muscle that toyed with your nipple. Your hand found its way to the other, begging to be touched and tweaked between your fingers. The heat between your legs was growing to be unbearable, thighs spread apart as if they were ready to welcome his touch between them.

He released your flesh with a pop, giving you one dizzying kiss that had him dropping to his knees nearly going unnoticed by you. He squeezed your thighs in his hands, eventually snaking them higher to push the hem of your denim skirt up. You threw on whatever pair of underwear you could find in your drawer and unfortunately for you, they were light enough to show an embarrassingly dark spot left by your arousal. And fortunately for him, he got to ogle at it.

His finger wagged against your clothed nub, an almost mocking chuckle leaving him. “What an easy girl you are.”

“Sh-Shut up.”

“Make me.”

You didn’t know what came over you to do what you did next. Your panties slipped down to your ankles and before he knew it, his shades slipped from his hair as you grabbed a fistful of his locks at the base, shoving his head between your legs. Wooyoung made a small sound of surprise, though he easily complied, parting his lips almost immediately to suck on your clit.

“Why are you s-such a tease, Wooyo?” you whined, frustration building in your tone as you hooked one leg over his shoulder and began to roll your hips. “You piss me o-off sometimes!”

He groaned when the grasp on his hair tightened, your nails grazing his scalp in an almost indescribable, painful pleasure that had blood rushing up his cock. His hands searched for purchase on your thighs, his own nails digging into your flesh deep enough that they’d leave little crescents behind.

“S-Sometimes I feel like you really need me to ride your face to sh-shut you up,” you moaned.

He’d nearly creamed in his pants right then and there. You were so fucking cute and hot all in one when you were mad like this.

“Wooyo, g-gonna cum! Gonna cum, gonna cum—oh, my fucking God…”

With one last whimper, you reached climax, bliss intoxicating your senses as you rode your orgasm out on his face until you reached satisfaction. You released your grip on his hair, pushing him away gently while you caught your breath, waiting out the twitching in your thighs to settle down in silence. Your boyfriend was left speechless for a minute, dazed as if there was nothing in that pretty little head of his other than the voice that told him to lick your cum off his lips.

The next thing you knew, your ass was perched on the countertop, your hand accidentally flipping the faucet on in an attempt to balance yourself. Wooyoung stood between your thighs and unbuckled his belt, slipping out his cock from underneath his boxers. As much as you loved seeing him naked, you were always fascinated by the sight of him fully clothed, nothing but his erection dripping with pre-cum exposed to you. Maybe it was the urgency—the need to fuck you right now so overpowering that he didn’t have the patience to strip his clothes off.

“You’re such an impatient little brat,” he huffed, a hushed groan interrupting his thoughts when he slid his cock in your warmth. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you savored the sensation of being stretched open for the first time that night. He grabbed handfuls of your ass before landing two simultaneous smacks that aroused a yelp from you, and whispered, “You’re lucky that I liked that.”

He didn’t warn you about the strong thrust that had your jaw dropping, one that was followed by a series of jackhammered movements that left you a broken, moaning mess. You probably didn’t sound the prettiest right now, switching between whimpers and pants like you were some bitch in heat. But the beauty of Wooyoung was that you didn’t have to be insecure about how you sounded, because he liked everything that was you. Even if he fucked you like he hated your guts.

“What was that you said about riding m-my face? To shut me up, h-huh? How about I fuckin’ slap you to teach you a lesson?” he grunted.

You swore that you felt a surge of your arousal dripping on the countertop with every pounding from his cock. Nothing turned you on more than a nice slap on your face from Wooyoung, you nearly melted into a pile of mush in his grasp.

“F-Fuck—yes!” you cried.

His thrusts never wavered as his hand lingered near your face, ready to land a firm hit on your cheek.

“Mm, here it comes, Baby.”

One, two, three slaps came at you that rendered you dizzy, the stinging pain on your cheek dissipating into a tingling pleasure. Wooyoung’s eyes studied in lust at how your own had fluttered shut, the whites peaking underneath your lashes as he soothed the affected area with his thumb. He repeated the same pattern one more time, almost disgustingly enamored at how much of a painslut his sweet girl was.

“Need to learn how to control your temper,” he muttered.

There was something about your pout and your knitted brows, matched with your flushed skin and your disheveled hair that had him going. How could he resist a face like that?

“I just—ah—love you s-so much, Wooyo!”

You were too cute for your own good.

His hand led yours onto his face, warm to the touch and glistening with sweat. With a few nods, he said softly, “S-Slap me…I haven’t been good e-either, Baby.”

“Wooyo,” you crooned.

“Do it n-now,” he insisted. “I’m all yours.”

And with that, your fingers reached for the back of his head, grasping his hair near his scalp before pulling it back. Wooyoung let out a wanton moan when your hand met his cheek. His hips began to slam against you at unbridled speeds as he began to lose himself in pure, sexual bliss.

“Fuck…hit me h-harder! Like you fucking mean it,” he whined. His cock continued to ram in and out of you, growing sloppier with each fuck as you watched his eyes glaze with tears, and his cheeks flushed with pink. You did as you’re told and slapped him with a firm smack, and that’s what it took for him to smash your lips together with his own. You threw your arms around his neck while he groped your breast, fondling your nipple with his thumb as you both swallowed the other’s growingly high-pitched moans.

“You’re mine,” you mumbled against his lips.

Those two words were enough for him to release a guttural groan, filling your pussy with spurts of cum that left him trembling. But he didn’t stop there, muffling his cries of overstimulation by sinking his teeth into your shoulder. You could feel the warm tears dripping onto your back, the desperate need to make you cum becoming so apparent that it made your head spin. And with a few more frantic bucks from his hips, your walls suffocated his throbbing cock with a selfish squeeze, your gratified mewls melding with his broken pleas.

His weight toppled over you while you’re rendered boneless, legs falling limp against the bottom cupboards after releasing his waist. Wooyoung snuggled his face into the crook of your neck, absorbing the intoxicating pheromones that have begun to mask your fading perfume. You’re both left speechless for a few minutes, digesting the music that had been indistinct to your ears during your little fuck session. And when you’re ready, you each check on the other, sharing vulnerable kisses and sweet nothings that were reserved only between you and him.

You didn’t know exactly how long you’d spent time in the bathroom, but judging by the glaringly sour looks of a few who stood nearby on the outside, you’d say you took a considerable amount of sweet time. And as you expected from your ever-so-composed boyfriend, he sent the next person a smirk, rubbing his own red, blotchy cheek. Fixing his shades on top of his head, he entwined his fingers with yours soon after.

“It’s all yours.”

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wooyfoxy · 5 months

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Use Me

Pairing: FuckBoy!Wooyoung x Afab Reader

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: Dom Fuckboy!Woo, Sub!Reader, Unprotected Sex, Choking, Face Smacking, Degradation, Public Sex, Rough Sex, Woo Is Mean Asf🤪…If I Missed Anything…👀Lemme Know!

A/N: Listen…idk why but Woo has just been clouding my mind😵‍💫, I just feel like Woo would be a honest fuck boy, like he already is honest now, and loves being honest. Can you imagine him being a fuckboy?!? The man wouldn’t be sparing ANY feelings. Also I literally said I was going to take November off, and here I was at working writing a lil some some, if there are any mistakes, sorry😬. I wrote this without my glasses.

You knew that this was wrong, you heart yearned for him, he used you when he pleased, whispering sweet dreams into your ear, and you let him. That’s all he sold you, nothing but dreams, and you bought them everytime. You watched as his eyes ran over the large crowd, stopping once they reached your frame. With one simple look he could break you down in various ways then one.

The crinkle of his eyes, due to that mischievous smile he sported, he was taking you all in. Shifting your body weight from foot to foot you watch as his eyes flicker over to the bathrooms, before looking right back at you. Signaling to you to meet him in the restroom, subtly you make your way to the restroom, excusing yourself from your group of friends, you push your way through the packed crowd, the club lighting shining off your skin. With each step you take, Wooyoung hawks you down with his eyes, drinking in your form, the way you move, the way your chest slightly heaves with anticipation of knowing what’s to come. He's got you wrapped around each individual finger.

Excusing himself from his own friends, he makes his way towards the restroom, following closely behind you. Shutting the door behind him, he braces himself against the door. His sharp eyes drift over to your form that is leaning against the wall right across from him, how can someone make you feel so small? Walking slowly over to you, he stops right in front of you, his body slightly towering over you.

Squatting down to your level, so he could get better eye contact with you, he wanted to make sure your full attention was on him. He didn’t want you looking up to him, he wanted to make sure you understood him, with no room for misinterpretations of things. His intense gaze made your face heat with embarrassment. You both had sung this song various times, danced this dance numerous times. Yet he always made sure he drilled what was going to happen into your head, and made sure that you understood that this would be nothing more or nothing less. Nodding your head letting him know that you are listening closely, and that you understood his every word, he drags you over to the first available stall, not wanting to waste anymore time.

Shoving you in the stall, he quickly locks the door, shoving your chest against the cool metal door, pulling up your dress, moving your soaked panties to the side, as he places sloppy kisses along the side of your neck. Your body so easily submits to him, he’s like a drug, you know he’s no good for you, you know he’s nothing but a user, yet you can’t stay away from him. He's your daily dose, as much as you are his.

Pulling your back flush against his chest, he slowly thrusts into you, causing you to let out a loud mewl. His fingers immediately find your throat, tightening his grip around it. His wet lips brush over your ear, which each deep thrust your body hikes up the bathroom stall door. With your dress around your waist he uses the scrunched fabric as a way to stabilize himself.

“Fuck Woo..” you choke out through a moan. A large grin takes over his face, clearly pleased at every loud sound that leaves your mouth, it helps aid and feed his ego. With one harsh thrust, your cunt clenches hard around him, pulling a loud groan from him, he wraps his hand even tighter around your throat. Cutting your airways off partially

“Do you know what your purpose is? Hm?” He grits out between clenched teeth. There is so much fury beneath his dark eyes yet you miss the storm that’s brewing behind them.

“Your purpose is to satisfy me, and only me.” Gripping the sides of your throat tighter with each word he spits. You let out a choked out noise, your cunt clenching with need, the sounds of his deep voice in your ear, no matter how degrading they are, is enough to make your eyes roll back.

“Isn’t that right?” He spits out, your lack of an answer annoys him, slapping the side of your face lightly, he cocks your head to the side, bringing his face close to yours, the tip of his nose brushing against your own, his soft plump lips lightly touching yours.

“I. Said. Isn’t. That. Right.” He says with a harsh slam of his hips in your cunt. Letting out a choked out moan, you scream nothing but confirming words to him. Acknowledging you are nothing but something for him to stuff his hard dick into when he pleases.

Nodding your head swiftly, your forehead rubs against the cold metal stall door. While your heart pulled with each thrust of his, your pussy clenched with need. You wanted Wooyoung all hours of the day, you didn’t care how he came, you just wanted him.

“Fuck, this pussy is so good.” He grits out through clenched teeth, cocking his head back as he picks up speed, the sound of skin slapping echos in the empty bathroom, not even caring if someone was to enter and hear the noises you two created. He had one goal, and only one goal in mind.

Gripping your hips tighter, your body crushed against the door, face completely smushed against it. Wrapping his hand around your waist while the other tugs the bunched up fabric around your waist. Making sure to slam your hips down with each thrust up, making sure to hit that spongy spot over and over again.

“Fuck, Fuck Woo…please.” You rush out, your sweaty hands find grip on the top of the stall door, trying to stabilize yourself. The door rattles from the movement of his thrusts. Gripping your waist tighter, speeding up the pace of his thrust, while keeping the same hard thrust. Your eyes squeeze shut, your orgasm washing over your body with a loud mewl. Your hands grip the door for dear life. Orgasm so intense, tears stream down your face. He thrusts harshly a couple more times, before he pulls out, shooting his cum all over your lower back. Giving his cock a couple more pumps. He slightly leans forward, his nose brushing against your neck, stepping back he tucks himself away, pulling your panties back over to cover your dripping cunt. He doesn’t even wipe the cum off of your back, pulling the dress down, he pats where his cum is sitting on your skin, like a stain, like a temporary tattoo that only he leaves you with, that you wear secretly with pride.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he helps you stand up, unlocking the stall door, as he washes his hands, he looks up, catching your eyes through the mirror. A wicked grin grows across his face. Your eyes grow big and glassy. Looking back down at his hands, your eyes take over him. Taking him in for what he truly is, a user, an abuser, an opportunist, a man who sells you nothing but wishes and dreams, just as he finishes drying his hands he makes his way over towards you, placing a soft kiss upon your forehead.

“It’s never going to be me…is it?” you whisper out quietly but loud enough for him to hear. With his lips still on your forehead, you feel them stretch into a smile.

“Don't ask questions you already know the answer to.”

DO NOT REPOST.

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wooyfoxy · 7 months

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wooyfoxy · 8 months

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Test drive

Pairing: Woo young x fem reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 2k

Warnings: car sex, oral (male receiving), he is obsessed with your boobs, fingering, unprotected sex, slight voyeurism, cum play, slight possessives.

Summary: Wooyoung just got his driver's license, and he needs to make sure that the car he chose is perfect, so he tests it out with you.

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Nights like these are the ones that you cherish the most. Spending time with your friends, especially when everyone gathers to celebrate someone's success, fills you with joy and energy. Tonight, you are having dinner in a restaurant that one of them opened not too long ago. Everyone is in a good mood, drinking, talking about God knows what, and having fun overall. You are also enjoying yourself, of course, it would've been better if your boyfriend Woooyoung was here with you, but he had some important business to take care of. But he promised that he would come and pick you up with his new car, which excited you even more. He got his driver's license not so long ago, sadly there wasn't much time for you and him to drive around. Also, he refused to show you which car he bought for himself and that was getting on your nerves. You weren't a big car girl, but you wanted to at least see his brand-new and shiny car.

Around 11 pm the dinner ended, you said goodbye to your friends and called Wooyoung to see if he was close to the restaurant. He was taking too long to pick up, so you just went to the restaurant's entrance, and there he was. Standing in all of his glory in a suit, which was your favorite look on him. “I didn't know that taxi drivers are this sexy nowadays, I think I would start using taxis more,” you said, hugging him, leaving small kisses on his jawline. “Well not every driver is this sexy and best believe that none of them would let you kiss them or touch you like this,” he said, squeezing your ass softly, kissing your forehead lightly. You both laughed as he took your hand to lead you to his car. “So you will finally let me see the car that everyone saw before me” You nagged him a bit, but in all honesty, he deserved it for keeping something so little a secret. “Keep nagging and I will drive you to the closest bus station and leave you there.” he barked back, maybe a little annoyed, but that was his fault, not yours. There were a lot of cars in the parking lot, so you couldn't even guess which one was his until he showed you. Suddenly, one of them lit up as someone opened it with the remote, it was a black chrome Mercedes. “This is your ride for tonight, my lovely lady.” he motioned to the car, as you stared at it in all its glory. “Oh my God, Wooyoung, it's so beautiful and so you, I'm so happy for you” You hugged him tightly, trying to show him how happy you were. “Come on, hop inside, so we can go home” he ushered you, opening the door for you. And there it was yet another beautiful surprise prepared by your loving boyfriend. “Wooyoung you are spoiling me too much, and I love you for it,” you said, taking the massive bouquet of roses from the seat. “Everything for my passenger princess,” he said, kissing your cheek.

You both went inside, but he didn't start it yet. You didn't question it too much until you noticed him staring you up and down. “Baby, you look so good in that dress, and home seems too far away considering the state I'm in right now” You gave him a puzzled look, not understanding what is he hinting at. “I'm so distracted by you, you are so distracting in that dress.” he rubbed your thighs, and that's when it hit you. “I just think about how good you look underneath that dress, and how amazing it would be if that dress was on the floor.” every word that left his mouth went right into your pussy. You were dripping at this point, and he didn't touch you properly. “Before we leave, I just want to touch you a bit.” he continued to rub your thigh, squeezing it here and there, grazing his fingers near your pussy, keeping you on your toes. “And this dress on you, oh baby, you are showing just enough to get me going.” you knew that he would like this dress in particular, especially since he bought you the same model in every color possible. “No need to worry we are parked, it's dark outside, and the windows are tinted, even if someone walked by I think you would like that wouldn't you,” he smirked. Probably sensing that you were a bit nervous since you were in public. “Let me kiss your neck a little bit,” he moved your hair behind your ear, slowly leaving tiny wet kisses on your neck. Sucking on your sweet spot, probably leaving yet another hickey for you to try to cover up tomorrow morning. Slowly he went up with his kisses until he reached your lips. You parted your lips, letting his tongue fight with yours. Suddenly you felt his hands move up from your thighs up to your tits, passionately massaging them, squeezing your nipples in between his fingers. “Oh God, your tits feel amazing through your dress, they are just the perfect size for my hands,” he whispered in between the kisses, letting you catch your breath but also wanting to hear your tiny moans. Ever since your first time together, he figured that your tits were your sensitive spot, and he made sure to give them attention every time you two had sex. He pulled down the straps of your dress, revealing your boobs in all of their glory. “Oh, someone decided to be naughty tonight and not wear a bra,” he squeezed your boobs together, peppering tiny kisses on them. “Were you trying to show everyone what's mine to see…kiss….suck,” he took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking it, while he squeezed the other boob. Soft moans and whimpers left your mouth, this was too much, and your whole body was on fire. “Tell me princess do I not give you enough attention, so you need to show off to other men,” his focus was still on your boos, but he was dominating as always. Every word sent a shiver down your spine, it felt like you couldn't breathe from the sheer pleasure he was giving you. “No Woo,” every word came out of you as a whimper, “this is all for you, I'm all yours forever.” You knew that that was exactly what he wanted to hear, he kept sucking on your breasts even harder than before, kissing them, giving them all the attention they needed. His hands slowly wandered down your body, grabbing your hips, and giving them a light squeeze. “I need to feel how wet you are, princess. Can I?” he looked up at you, waiting for confirmation, and you just nodded, already too far gone to give any other response. His fingers touch you through your underwear, giving you the minimal amount of pleasure that you desperately craved. “Baby, you soaked your panties, it almost feels like I'm touching your bear pussy.” he comments, amazed by how turned on he got you. “Let's get in the backseat, we require more room for what comes next.” you shimmied yourself onto the backseat with Wooyoung right behind you.

You sat in between two seats and Wooyoung sat right beside you, grabbing you by the hair, so he could get better access to your lips. He started kissing you again while his fingers stroked over your clothed pussy. A satisfied hum left his lips as he felt how wet you are. He kept massaging your pussy, giving your clit special attention. “Oh honey, you are so wet. It makes me want to taste you right now.” all that dirty talk of his made your mind fuzzier than it already was. He pushed your panties to the side, gently rubbing your pussy up and down, spreading your wetness around. “Gosh, your pussy feels heavenly. If I could, I would spend every hour of every day between your beautiful legs.” he slowly pushed his finger inside of you, finally giving you some relief. The tip of his finger put pressure on your G-spot, which made you throw your head back and moan as loudly as humanly possible. He kept pushing his finger in and out of you, fastening his pace by the second. But to your disappointment that didn't last too long, as soon as he felt you clenching around his finger he pulled out. You pouted looking at him, practically begging him to give you the orgasm you desperately needed. “Aww, poor baby. You really thought you would cum after going out flaunting around what's mine.” he had his evil smirk on and that made you even more desperate. Every time he put on that devilish smirk, it meant that you are in for a long night. “Pull out my cock and show me what that mouth is good for.” you pulled down his pants, taking his massive dick out, giving it tiny kisses while you stroked it up and down. Soft whimpers left his mouth as you brought your lips up to his cock head. You gave the head a few kitten licks, staring up at Wooyoung before you took all of him inside your mouth. “Oh baby, your mouth feels amazing, taking all of me inside that tiny mouth.” he threw his head back, stroking your hair. Bobbing your head up and down, you made sure to take all of him every time. You felt him twitch inside your mouth, but you didn't stop, it wasn't for you to decide when to stop anyway. He grabbed you by your hair, pulling you off of his dick. “Kiss me.” he whimpered, which sounded more like begging, but you knew that it was you who begged, not him. You started making out again, and while you were focused on the kiss, he was focused on moving in front of you. Kneeling in front of you, he tapped the tip of his cock on your clit, making your body twitch. He slowly pushed his tip inside of you, feeling your tight walls around him. He slowly builds up his pace, as you start moaning inside his mouth. Lowering his hips a bit, he repositioned himself, so the tip of his dick would brush on your G-spot every time he thrust in. You pulled away from his mouth, chanting his name because you couldn't get any real words out. “Yes baby, shout my name, show everyone that you are mine.” his hands gripped your waist even tighter, so he could thrust even deeper and faster. His mouth found its way down to your nipples, sucking and biting them. All this pleasure made you extremely sensitive, and your pussy started squeezing Wooyoung even harder. You couldn't hold it for much longer, and he knew that. “I'm close too baby, just keep it in for a bit longer.” his pace became brutal, chasing his orgasm that wasn't far away. Soon enough, you felt him twitch between your tight walls. “Come on baby, cum with me.” ha panted, cumming inside you while you also came, squeezing him, milking his cum like it's your last. He lay on top of you, pushing his head in the crook of your neck, trying to calm down his breathing same as you. “Oh, honey, that was amazing.” he pulled out of you gently, so he wouldn't hurt you. He stared at your pussy as his cum started spilling out, but before he could get hard again, he pulled your panties up. “Keep everything inside, I need you ready for another round when we get home.”

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