#almost added choking in here (wy receiving) i had to control myself

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i have to bother someone about this cause what is his problem; new wy courreges footage. cum gutters dot com -🫧

cum gutters dot com is SENDING MEEEEEE. this ones for u nonnie (and also for me). also i was listening to sleep token while writing this so do with that info what you will

cw ୨୧ making out (kind of), insinuated sexting, wooyo being a little shit as always, ab riding<3, dirty talk (like filth nasty almost), teasing, finger sucking, breeding kink but like BARELY, mention of penetrative sex but it doesn't actually happen

18+ mdni!!

Your brain clocks back in just enough to fully grasp Wooyoung's words.

His hands stall, but don't stop, their caressing of your body, curious eyes watching your face as you comprehend. You swallow and he grins, hands running up your back to push you closer to him. You shift and grind over his lap and both of you sigh at the friction.

Knowing full well what he said, you ask, "what?"

Wooyoung hums, nosing at the junction of your shoulder and your neck before licking a small stripe along your artery. "Talkin' so much about how hot I was," he starts, voice fake-sweet in your favorite way. "I remember your texts, too, baby. Ride my abs."

Your body involuntarily shivers and he laughs, pleased with how easy it is for him to get under your skin. He's right, unfortunately -- every night he was away for Paris fashion week was filled with miserable, horny text messages from you about how sexy he looked, how pretty his skin was, how mad you were that he didn't give you any warning about his outfits. And since he came over it's all you've been able to think about, all you've been able to say... in no time at all you're adjusting your position on the couch and pushing him to lay down on his back.

"You're so annoying," you say, pushing your panties down and refusing to look at the wet spot on the center lest Wooyoung decides to tease you about that, too. Your hands pull his shirt up just enough so that you have room to move and you sigh through your next works. "Total freak."

He hums, patient, letting you feel him up. "It's my job as your boyfriend," he answers cheekily, leaning forward to grab at your ass and pull you up. "Can practically smell how much you want it, baby, come on."

Your face and ears burn but you let him guide you forward until you're sitting on his torso, pussy nudged perfectly between the ridges of his abs. If you wanted to be romantic about it you could, something about how every part of you fits together with him, but you move your hips forward and the pressure and pattern is so good you think your brain starts melting.

"That's it," Wooyoung encourages once you pick up a rhythm, jaw dropped to his chest as he watches you move. "Fuck, sweetheart, look at you. So wet... pretty pussy loves this, huh? Feels good?"

You moan and he mirrors it, but he grabs your face to meet your eyes. "I asked a question, baby. Feelin' good?"

You're nodding before you even realize it, frantic, already panting. Wooyoung grins, tenses his abs, watches your pace falter because it's just too good. "Didn't know you were so easy," he says, hand resting on your hip. You feel crazy, the pleasure blurring the edges of your sight while Wooyoung's words go straight to your core. "Missed me that bad? You're fucking drooling... can't wait to fuck you, haven't been in this pussy for so long, gonna fill you up just right --"

You cut him off by shoving two fingers in his mouth, hooking them over his tongue so he stops talking. He whines and in turn you grind a little faster. "S...Shut up," you mumble out. Your apartment is filled with pants and whimpers and the sounds of you dripping all over his abs, and even now you feel insatiable. The promise of Wooyoung fucking you presses deliciously against your ass when you move back far enough.

"Gonna come first," you breathe out, meeting Wooyoung's eyes. They're glassy and dark, and you feel him bite down on your fingers hard enough to ache. "G-Gonna come, then you can fill me up."