#wooyo 🐈‍⬛

[horangslay]

Yeosang's American Girl doll lookin ass next to Wooyo in his loser sweater is SENDING ME

[kitten4sannie]

OH MY GOD CHRISTMAS CAME EARLY THIS YEAR

XMAS DINNER GOES WRONG – 정우영

⋆ synopsis. it seems like your husband can’t keep it in his pants, not even on a fucking christmas dinner with his family. but, as the lovely wifey you are, you gotta give him some relief, right?

pairing. husband! jung wooyoung & fem! reader.

wc. 3,2k

warnings. smut (mdni!), suggestive language, cussing, almost!! getting caught by wooyoung’s mom (oops), pet names (love, babe, my wife, pretty girl & more), nipple play, wooyoung sucks your entire skin (neck, collarbone, tits and the list can continue…), teasing, wooyoung tears your panties to shreds heh, not dirty—NASTY TALK, begging, yn at some point says “stop” but it’s bc she’s far too blissed out; not bc she actually wanted him to stop, this is alllll consensual!!, unprotected sex, praise ofc, squirting, gut-wrenching fluff in the end ‘cause love him too much.

nic’s notes ⋆ first ff of the xmas event yes sir !! i felt some shit writing this istg (๑/////๑ " )

you know holidays, right?

the perfect opportunity for the entire family to gather and celebrate achievements, blessings, and thousands and thousands of other things. cousins, nephews, aunts, uncles, and even great-grandparents were reunited in that cold and windy winter night. an entire feast was splayed on the table for everyone’s delightfulness, different kinds of foods and smells mixing and creating a delicious, toe-curling experience for anyone’s nostrils.

the hours you had spent shopping for every ingredient for each dish, cutting the vegetables, cooking everything to the exact, perfect point and term really paid off once your and your husband’s family were brought together at the large, dark oak table to celebrate your very first holiday — both families now joined together as one.

nothing could go wrong. the chatting flew as calm and joyful as spring water, sharing experiences and old memories pleasingly, smiles spread like the most enchanting disease—as well as the wholesome ambience, and everything was accompanied by a delightful meal, the well-deserved five star bonus of the evening.

so, if everything was meant to go perfectly, then why the hell was your husband staring at you with the most explicit, sluttiest “fuck me” eyes you’ve ever seen?

wooyoung sat in front of you, his two cousins sitting each on his sides. his plate was rather full, and that had an explanation: he was far too gone and busy burying heart-shaped daggers into your eyes while his hand cupped his cheek, head tilting to his right — his tongue glided over his dry bottom lip every now and then. you’d bet that none of his thoughts were in the bible. ‘cause fuck, even his younger brother would guess that something’s odd about him. that that’s not the usual behavior of his dear older brother.

“yn? darling?” the voice of wooyoung’s mother dragged out quickly of your insulation bubble. her tilted head clearly showed that she had been trying to talk to you for a while. a soft, warming hue of red struck your cheekbones.

as you gyrated your head to meet her worried gaze, you replied. “yes! mrs. jung, ‘m sorry. what were you saying?”

“are you doing fine, sweetie? you were gone for a bit.” she stared at you intently, genuinely worried about her daughter in-law. oh that woman was almost a fallen angel—if not one. if only she knew it was his own son who was to blame—the very last person she’d suspect, and oh, how deliciously ironic that was.

the figure of your husband’s shit-eating grin could be seen out of the corner of your eye—a sight that ignited a fiery rage within you, yet one you couldn’t help but savor, lingering on the view as long as possible before responding to your sweet mother-in-law. “oh, it was nothing. i’m prolly just zoning out because of how tired i am. y’ know, spending the entire day in the kitchen was exhausting.” the cherry on top of the excuse was the little, innocent giggle you emitted by the end. the woman gave you the most pitiful, yet endearing look. she lifted her arm, indicating with her open palm the white stairs, the reflection of the christmas-decorated banister lighting up her eyes.

“oh, sweetheart. you should go rest, it’s pretty late after all.” her gesture softened your heart, chest clenching a bit.

this woman was going to be the death of you! … uhm, never mind. first place is taken by wooyoung, who seems quite excited with the idea of going upstairs with you, by the way. take a guess at what his mind is scheming.

you shook your hands in front of your chest, quickly denying the opportunity. “thank you really, but i’m okay. i’ll just go wash my face.” you excused yourself, hovering your leg over the other and getting yourself up. “maybe that way i can wake up completely.” ending with a little giggle, you started walking towards the staircase when suddenly, the voice of your dear husband rang inside your ears.

“excuse me. i’ll go help my wife.” his foxy eyes curved into crescent moons, and his lips stretched wide, forming an upward line. oh fuck, you were done for.

“oh yes, i was about to ask you to do the same. please, son.” she stated, nodding approvingly. oh what a gentleman she had raised.

you resumed your steps quickly, arriving to the second floor in less than you expected. you turned your head, only to be met with an empty corridor. thank goodness he hadn’t gotten there yet.

or so you thought. ‘cause when you refocused your attention to your front, a pair of arms grabbed you by your waist and swung you around the air in a swift motion as he dragged you to an empty room. the last sound heard in the corridor was the slam of a closing door.

your breathless body was pinned against a cold wall, trapped between two quite familiar, tanned arms. simultaneously, your disoriented irises tried to adjust to the darkness of the room and focus on the feverish, hungry eyes standing in front of you.

“wh… what the fuck was that.” you muttered as the remains of your breath flew away. wooyoung seemed enchanted by your current state though.

“heeey, don’t curse at me like that.” his gentle, cocky voice penetrated your mind like a bullet. knuckles crept up the sides of your exposed arms, providing soothing strokes — goosebumps prickled to life in response. he opened his warm palms and reached to your also bare shoulder, massaging them. “after all, ’m jus’ here to help you.” he pulled his secret weapon and started making out with your neck, licking your flesh like a starving man and spreading wet kisses all over it.

“help me? how are you helping me like this?” you uttered as your breath hitched, head leaning to the side at the right angle to give him enough space.

wooyoung sucked that sensitive spot that always made your eyes roll to the very back of your head, dragging a whine out of you successfully. his chuckle and victorious smirk didn’t go unseen by your already blissed-out self. he leaned back a little to admire you. just for a bit, palms not leaving their place. “you’ll know when we’re done.” his hands moved in a swift motion, arms wrapping around your thighs and shoulders, lifting you effortlessly in a princess carry. “for now, just shut up and enjoy it, hm?”

“w-wooyoung—you know we can’t do this now— angh!” your anxious, flustered self made a futile attempt to reason with wooyoung, hoping he’d remember that both your families were gathered downstairs for a fucking christmas dinner—while he, entirely unbothered, seemed more than eager to spend the evening thoroughly ruining you in the bed just one floor above. and that was clearly shown when he threw you to the bed as if you were the lightest feather and immediately crawled to you.

“c’mon, love. i just wanna help you stay awake” his gravelly voice purred gift next to your ear as his taunting hands played with the sides of your dress, fingertips aching and itching to rip it off you.

he had you underneath him, completely flustered and nervous. he knew you were really anxious about the dinner—you’d spent a whole hour straight ranting about how nerve-wracking the preparations were, only to end up feeling physically ill from the overwhelming surge of dopamine flooding your system. but your reddened cheeks were smiling at him and your plump lips were whispering nasty things to him. holy fuck, how couldn’t he be tempted?

he needed to be balls deep in you. now.

his skillful tongue found home in your neck and collarbone, sucking cute love bites all over. but, your body was still tense, too uneasy at the thought of the possible scenario of someone entering the room and catching the two of you in such a compromising position.

“b-babe, please—hmph”

in a sultry tone, he muttered, “already begging. so fucking cute.” a smirk was drawn on his lips before his hands reached to your cleavage and popped your tits out of your low-cut dress. “y’ want me to fuck you? ‘s that what it is?”

before you could even think of an answer, he dived right into your breasts, licking your sensitive nipples as though they were his favorite toy — because they absolutely were.

god, the incessant thoughts that ran through your head and his tongue lapping around your buds were too much. everything was starting to be too much, and he hadn’t even taken your clothes off. with heightened sensitivity, your lips fell open and a beautiful, sweet melody of your moans and whimpers escaped through them — a delightful melody for your husband’s ears.

impatient hands stripped you of your glittery dress, leaving you with nothing but your black, thin panties. wooyoung took a moment for himself — well, more accurately for you, to admire and revel in your beauty as he should. a rush of blood surged to his cock, making it throb even harder than before. he was no more than a man, overwhelmed by desire. “you’re fucking irresistible, y’ know that?” he started down to where your and his crotch connected, brows furrowing when he saw your clothed pussy. “i think it’s time for this to go.”

a sharp rrrrrip! bounced through the walls and brought your attention. “woo did you just—?!” you followed the movement of his hands, which discarded the shreds of black fabric to the floor. “that was my—! hahh” and his thumb flew right to your already swollen clit, stimulating it with circling motions.

“why’re you whining when you know i’ll buy you ten more pairs,” he whispered as he soaked in the unsteady shiftiness of your body — and for that, he posed a strong yet harmless grip on your waist. his fat thumb worked nonstop over your bud, sending sparks right to it. your body jolted upward at the feeling of his middle and index fingers tracing soft lines up your pink folds. the sight of your walls clenching and relaxing around nothing spun him. “ooh, what a greedy wifey i got.” he chuckled under his breath, gaze stuck to his home — and i mean your cunt. “sooo desperate for my fingers, huh?”

at this point, any sense or unsteady thought had already vanished away, completely replaced by a selfish state of mind. you wanted him to finger you, fuck you, drive you insane. and you wanted it right fucking now. and so you mewled, “god, please just do something.”

“got the name wrong, darling.” and with that, he pushed two fingers at once inside your fluttering walls, tugging a satisfied moan out of you. “it’s wooyoung. or hubby” he giggled. he fucking giggled as he rammed those fingers mercilessly, shooting stars and fireworks filling your vision.

“w-wait stop— baby, please— fffuck!” stuttering words and incoherent gibberish spilled from your swollen lips, too red and slick from how often and harshly you’d bitten them; eyes welling up with tears from the intense pleasure overload.

“stop?” a chuckle rumbled through his chest. “fine then” he withdrew his long phalanges, leaving you empty. completely fucking empty, with velvety and throbbing walls already missing him. you cried as you felt the void of your pulsating pussy, but before you could coax a desperate “please” from your lips, wooyoung grabbed you by the waist. you gasped, as he manhandled you, positioning you on top, naked folds grazing his clothed sex.

you pouted and wooyoung laughed. he was finding this shit way too funny. “since you so nicely begged me to stop, then put your back into it, mm?” a loud smack! reverberated through the walls as his heavy palm landed on the flesh of your ass. “fuck yourself on my cock, pretty girl.”

and did he have to tell you twice. desperate, shuddering hands worked on his dress pants, quickly undoing his belt and zipping it down just enough to uncover his rock-hard bulge. you grabbed the band of his boxers and pulled it down as well, his cock springing finally free. with a smooth movement, you took his member and positioned it below you. and just before you sit down on him completely, someone knocked on the fucking door.

the surprise caused you to jolt and lose control, sinking in a faster and sloppier motion than you intended — a loud cry resonating through the thin walls the moment his tip kissed your cervix perfectly. with eyes wide open, you slapped a hand over your mouth, cursing yourself for being so fucking noisy and sensitive and—

“yn? are you in here?” the muffled voice of wooyoung’s mother echoed from the other side of the door.

shit shit shit.

“y-yes, ma’am! i… ’m kinda busy over in here—ugh!” you tried to speak as loud and clear as you could, but wooyoung seemed to be unbothered by your efforts since he grabbed your hips and started swaying your core up and down his girth. up, down, up, down.

you stared at your husband with glaring eyes, stabbing knives into his. fuck, did this man even care about being heard by his own mother? now, with all doubts gone, you’re certain you’ve married a freak.

“are you okay, sweetie? what’s going on over there?”

and you swear you heard the door creaking open, so you exclaimed. “no! everything’s fine!” you yelped, your voice higher-pitched than you intended. “please don’t come in.”

wooyoung chuckled underneath you, soaking in the sight of your nervous self trying to mute your cries as your tits bounced right on his face. he could die right there and then and he’d be happy. “what’s wrong, baby? can’t take it?” he whispered as he gazed directly into your tightly scrunched eyes, your partially open mouth releasing nothing more but silent cries and pleas.

“fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.” you hushed soundlessly, yet willingly bouncing up and down his length. the low, manly giggle he uttered spun you. fuck, he had you wrapped up around his finger.

“oookay? uhm, do you know where my son is? is he there with you?”

he grinned. that shit-eating grin you hated so damn much appeared all across his face. “c’mon pretty, tell her the truth. tell her how good i’m fucking you, how good you’re taking my cock, hm?” he growled into your ear, his voice low and raspy, sending shivers down your spine. the sound was intoxicating, clouding your thoughts and turning your mind into mush.

your throbbing walls clenched around him subconsciously, his head rocking back in reaction. “he’s… he’s here with me, h-helping me like he said he would.”

wooyoung seemed utterly satisfied by your answer, his grin only spreading wider. “that’s my wife. so beautiful.”

“perfect then! i’ll see you in a bit then.” after those words, no other sound was heard — other than the wet clapping of your flesh against his hips.

“‘s she gone?” your half-lidded eyes stared down at your husband, who was hugging you by the waist, face deeply buried in your bobbing, soft tits. your hands flew to the back of his head, cupping his neck whilst caressing his raven hair fondly. at your words, his head lifted, and took a glance at your divine expression.

“baby, i didn’t care, not even a second, if she was hearing or not.” his intoxicating, dark irises sent love letters to yours, utterly drunk in love. “i jus’ wanna cum inside your sweet pussy.”

skillful fingers crept to your hardened, overstimulated nipples and all the way down where your bodies collided, positioning right on your clit. his left hand stroked your firm nipple and played with one breast, letting wooyoung’s tongue take care of the other whilst his right hand shifted rapidly over your bundle of nerves.

he fell in love with you again as he saw your back arching into a perfect crescent moon. “good girl.” your loud whines and moans only encouraged him to keep going. “so responsive to me.” he exhaled breathlessly. “fuck, are you about to cum, baby?”

“y-yeah, fuck— woo, i-i’m gonna cum, ‘m gonna fucking cum” you yelped as your bounces became sloppier, more desperate and more reckless. wooyoung motivated you by whispering sweet things and heart-melting praises right into your ear.

“cum, baby. cum for me, milk me dry.” and with one last bounce, you sprayed your juices all over him, soaking his pants and white shirt even more.

exasperated grunts and exhales left your husband’s mouth at the sensation of your folds clamping down on him — you definitely understood the assignment of milking him dry. ‘cause your pussy received the hot ropes of cum that his dick spurted out with great pleasure, sucking the life out of his poor, now softened length.

you crumbled down on him, your weakened core landing on top of him with his dick still inside you. your head found home in the crook of his neck as his hand reached to your back, wrapping your waist safely whilst the other provided soothing ministrations to your face. with your last ounce of strength, you pulled the sheets over your naked bodies, an even warming sensation drowning the both of you.

“fuck” was all you could mutter. “how’re we going to get back there, they’re waiting for us.”

wooyoung hummed thoughtfully, the vibrations rumbling through his chest and brushing against your skin. “we could pretend we fell asleep. with that, they shouldn’t suspect a thing.”

“hey that’s actually a great id—“

the door creaked open and your bodies jerked softly. the both of you knew exactly what to do, so your eyes flew shut. wooyoung even started snoring quietly to add a spec of realism to the scene.

the sound of your mothers’ voice echoed through your ears. “she said wooyoung was helping… her” wooyoung’s mom immediately lowered her voice as she took in the scene. an almost soundless aww escaped your mom’s lips.

“well sure he was helping her.” your mother sighed at the wholesome moment she had the luck of appreciating.

“i think he was massaging her. ‘cause when i knocked on the door, i could hear like— muffled sounds, that seemed like moans.” she stated, and you froze in place — well, not like you could move an inch. “at first i was confused, but then she clarified that wooyoung-ah was helping her “like he said he would”” she remarked your words as if she had studied them.

“oh i see.” your mother spoke. “i think we should let them sleep. my poor yn had a long day.”

and with that, the door shut closed with a soft click.

wooyoung giggled under the covers as your face burned from the embarrassment.

“massaging? well, that’s a way to put it.”

“wooyoung, babe, as much as i love you, please shut the fuck up.”

he laughed wholeheartedly, a gut-wrenching sound that never fails to make you smile. “you embarrassed, my love?”

you slapped your open palm against his exposed chest as you whined. “stoppp.”

his small, soft giggle buzzed inside your eardrums before he left on the top of your head a kiss full of fondness and affection. “cutie.”

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[uumiuyu]

check-in || j.wy

pairing - manager!reader x idol!wooyoung

genre - smut (mdni), light fluff, pwp

word count - 4.3K+

warnings : afab!reader, sub!wooyoung (he gets dominate like once or twice tho), swearing, unprotected sex (wrap it irl guyth), begging (he #NEEDSTHAT), nipple play, breastfeeding, fingering (m. receiving), oral (m. receiving), dacryphillia, praise, a pinch degrading (well yes!), a sprinkle of humiliation, edging (m. receiving), use of pet names (baby, kitty, etc.), pussy drunk woo, cream pie (assume reader is on the pill) and more. (minimal proofread)

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the company van came to a halt, stopping in front of the the members respective dorm entrance.

“great work today! get some rest guys.” you spoke cheerfully.

the 8 hurriedly scattered out while tossing thank yous and goodnights at you,ready to put an end to the exhausting day they endured.

a weak grin crept onto your face watching them scurry inside. your eyes carefully tracking them, doing a head count as they left your line of sight.

the exhaustion crept onto you slowly. you sighed as you pulled off in the van once more, driving it into the parking lot of your own building.

it wasn’t a long drive, being that you and the members lived in connected buildings. it was a requirement for your job, as their manager.

you had to be in close proximity at all times.

it was in your contract.

you didn’t mind it though.

you enjoyed being neighbors basically.

we all have our respective privacy and space, so it didn’t matter to you.

even though the boys would occasionally come knock on your door just to annoy the hell out of you, or to ask you silly ass questions they could have texted you about, you still loved every moment about it.

you finally dragged your body to your dorm entrance, unlocking the door with a swiftness. you dropped your bags near the bench beside the door mat.

you took a quick glance at the full body mirror near the door.

and wow.. today really wore you down.

your clothes were covered in stains, scented with the aromas of whatever the hell you had to do today.

your face oily as ever, eyes having grown small bags around them.

even your favorite crocs were missing a few jibbits.

“well damn.” you said out loud, kicking off your shoes.

you needed to wind down, badly. you decided a shower was definitely the best option.

after an hour or so, you stepped out your bathroom with a clean body and clear mind. you slipped on some comfy clothes and headed to your living room.

you sat down with a flop, letting out a sigh as you slouched slightly into the couch.

but, you couldn’t get too comfortable.

remembering that you had some paperwork to fill out, and some phone calls to make… unfortunately.

you rolled your eyes in annoyance.

the thought of doing more work after finishing work pissed you off.

the day is never really over for you.

your mind and body is always busy.

but, who else was going to get these things done?

you held a big responsibility.

you are managing 8 of the biggest kpop stars in the world.

every moment of their career was in your hands. you made the big decisions, and handled all of the scary things.

business aside, you were there to care for them at all times.

being there for whatever they needed, whenever they needed.

making everything worth it.

you made your way to your desk and went straight to work. your fingers rapidly typing on your keyboard, pen ink flowing onto the documents.

the loud ping of a text notification made you look up from your work load.

you glance at the time on your desktop.

it was 1:08AM.

who could be hitting you up so late at night??

you picked up your phone out of curiosity.

wooyo 🐈‍⬛: could you stop by manager-nim? please.

you read the message, brows slightly furrowed.

it wasn’t out of the norm for wooyoung to text you this late, being he’s one of the night owls.

but, he never asks you to stop by.

like ever…

he’s very keen in his alone time, especially after jam packed schedules.

and after the day you and him shared, you didn’t even think he would be talking to you right now.

he seemed very tense, and he was very snappy with the response he gave you the entire day, him and his resting bitch scolding you frequently.

and you just let it be.

every one has those days.

you knew he would come to you if he needed you.

but then again… what could he possibly need from you at this time of night?

you snapped back into reality, shooting him a quick response.

you: of course, i’ll be right over hun.

you slipped on some shoes and headed out the door.

you couldn’t lie, you were scared as fuck.

you began to think the worse as you made your way over, worry overtaking your being.

something must be wrong.

you walked across the long connecting bridge, making your way to the second building’s entrance.

thankfully wooyoung’s dorm was the the the first door you see when you enter the building.

you stood in front of wooyoung’s door, knocking with a force.

he answered the door in his normal lounge attire, a chrome hearts tank and sweats.

his hair covered his eyes.

“hi.” he mumbled, stepping aside letting you in.

“what’s up? are you okay?” you asked anxiously as you entered.

“can we talk?” he responded, locking the door.

“i mean… im already here. i don’t see why we wouldn’t.”

he giggled nervously, following behind you to the living area.

his vibes are so off right now.

the two of you finally made it to the couch. you crossed your arms, waiting for him to explain everything.

“thank you for coming over so quickly. i really appreciate it.” he started, looking down at his hands.

“of course. now, why do you have me over here so late?” you spilled bluntly, wanting to cut to the chase.

he gave a look.

a look full of apprehensions.

that made you even more nervous for what he was about to say.

“firstly, i want to apologize for my behavior today. it was very unprofessional of me, and i know it caused you some inconvenience as well. so, im sorry.” he spoke, sincerity ringing in his voice.

the tension in your body dropped. you internally sighed in relief.

you wooed at the boy, giving a soft smile as you scooted closer to him.

he’s so sweet.

he called you over here to apologize for everything that happened.

it makes it so hard to not forgive him.

“it’s ok, thank you for apologizing.” you said gently, now grabbing his hand.

“but that still doesn’t answer why the hell im in your dorm at 1 something in the morning.” you said, still perplexed.

woo turned his body towards you, squeezing your hand slightly.

“well.. i wanted to explain to you why i acted the way i did.”

he looked around trying to find the right words, hesitant as ever.

he seemed scared speak, which is very beside of his typical boldness.

you leaned in intently, awaiting this needed response.

he took a deep breath and finally spoke.

“for the last few nights.. i’ve been having wet dreams. and they’ve been leaving me with a rock hard that won’t go away, making me sexually frustrated. all i’ve been thinking about is getting off, and i didn’t have the time to because we’ve been so busy.”

your eyes widened as he continued.

“this morning was the worst of them all. which is why i was so bitchy.” he finished as the room fell silent.

you were beyond confused.

your face gave a puzzled expression.

“im sorry if this is weird… i couldn’t go any longer without telling you. it felt wrong.” he explained, his eyes now scanning the floor.

your eyes traveled the room.

your mind racking for answers.

now, the members have confided in you about personal things before..

but not to this extent.

this was the type of shit you spilled to your group chat. not your manager.

you really couldn’t see why he was spilling this to you..

one, he was being a dick to you all day. then, he suddenly decided to text you, asking you to come over after hours.

just so he could apologize to you, and tell you about his sex dreams?

why would you give a fuck about who he dreamt of fucking?

why was he telling you this??

your brain was pulling nothing..

until, it clicked.

the realization showing vibrantly on your face.

everything made sense now.

he was telling you this for a reason.

a reason that was unspoken, until now.

“who were those dreams about?”

he froze, shocked at the statement.

“w-what?”

“who were you dreaming about wooyoung?” you asked once more, tilting your head to the side.

wooyoung gnawed at his bottom lip, looking everywhere but your face.

that confirmed your suspicion.

“look at me.” you spoke softly, dropping his hand to cup his face.

his breathe hitched at the feel of your touch, his eyes growing wide.

“be honest.“ you inched closer to his face.

he knew he couldn’t lie to you.

his mouth hung open, words stuck in his throat.

you nodded at him softly, stroking his cheek with your thumb.

“you. it’s you…” he trailed.

a smirk grew on your face.

just as you thought..

“is that why you wanted me over here? i’ve been taking over that pretty head of yours?” you whispered in his ear, stroking the back of his head.

his body stuttered, a whine slipping from his lips.

“y-yes. you’ve been the only thing on my mind.” he uttered desperately, all of his composure out the window.

you could moan at the site of him right now.

his body already melting into your small touches, begging for more.

it would be a crime for you to deny the want that was growing inside of you.

having wooyoung in front of you, all soft and vulnerable.

you wanted to toy with him some more, wishing to enjoy the site of his desperation as long as you could.

you trailed kisses down the side of his neck, nipping at the skin every so often.

he tossed his head back with a breathy moan, giving you full access to the veiny area.

you licked the adam’s apple bobbing in this throat.

he gasped audibly, the sensation of your mouth driving him nuts.

“you want me to make those dream a reality, kitty boy?” you spoke against his knife-like jaw line.

it was kind of sick how there isn’t a single doubt flowing through your mind right now.

nothing about this feels wrong..

it’s like you’ve secretly always wanted to do this with him.

you’d be lying to yourself if you said you never thought about ruining him once or twice.

now’s the perfect time.

“p-please.. i need you~”

something snapped inside you.

you pushed him back against the sofa, straddling his thighs. you climbed on top of him, sitting in his lap with a force.

soon after, your lips found his. your tongue swiped over his lip mole, giving your tongue access to his mouth.

he kissed you with a burning passion.

his hands hungrily found your body, touching everywhere he could.

he rubbed down your sides, firmly gripping your hips.

you bit down on his swollen lip, causing him to hiss.

you laid your hands on top his, moving them from your hips, pinning them above his head.

he whimpered into your mouth, missing your warmth in his palms.

you broke the kiss, trailing your lips down his neck once more.

you dragged your tongue against one of his veins, earning a moan from the dazed boy.

you sucked harshly at him, being sure to leave a mark.

you’d have to beauty team deal with that later.

you found your way to his ocean-deep collarbones, giving those some deserved attention.

“stop teasing me.. p-please~” he whined, becoming impatient.

he squirmed beneath you. grinding his clothed dick against you, trying to feel any sort of friction he could.

you began to rock your hips back and forth, wetting his crotch with your arousal.

a chill ran down your spine when you felt how hard he was.

moans fell from his lips, his cock aching underneath his sweats and boxers.

you found your way to his lips again, catching all his sounds with your mouth.

his grinding became more vigorous, his pre-cum starting to seap through all his bottom layers.

his eye squeezed shut, his mouth now hung agape.

you haven’t even touched him yet and he’s about to explode.

he’s so desperate for release. you almost felt bad for teasing him like this.

“need to cum~ please~” he dragged out, a tear running down his cheek.

“you will baby. i promise.” you assured to him.

you let go of his wrist, climbing off of him in one quick motion.

he groaned, dropping his arms by his sides.

you stood in front of him, taking off your t-shirt and boxer shorts.

you felt his eyes beaming at you, seeing him grab at his dick through his soiled pants.

“strip.” you asserted.

he quickly obeyed. taking off his tank top, lifting his thighs off the couch to slide off the rest of those torturing garments.

he shifted in his seat, looking at your naked body with beady eyes.

you softly chuckled at his eagerness.

he’s so ready to live out his fantasies.

and you were ready to take him to cloud 9.

you positioned yourself between his parted legs, becoming eye-level with his erection.

his tip was swollen, thick and coated with his fluids.

his shaft etched with thick veins, tracing down all the way to his polished ballsack.

it was the perfect size too.

you salivated, licking your lips.

taking him into your hand firmly, you stroked him at an achingly slow pace.

he sharply inhales, airy moans slipping out of his hot mouth.

“is this what you saw in your dreams? this is what you’ve been wanting pretty boy?” you pressed, running the pad of your thumb over his leaky head.

he nodded his head in agreement, his pleading look peaking through his bangs.

lust overtook your being, your look growing dark.

“keep your eyes on me, okay?”

you gave his shaft lick from base to tip, pooling the split in your mouth before you took him in.

his jaw slacked, following your actions with the at most attention.

you easily took his size down your throat, beginning to suck at him.

he belted out moans almost immediately, his thighs shaking on both sides of your head.

you continued to suck, wrapping your other hand around the base of his cock.

you pumped after every bob of your head, tugging more and more in the shaft.

he was a whimpering mess, he couldn’t keep his body still.

“y/n~ more please~ more~” he spoke between moans.

he tossed his head side to side. his hands went up to his pecks, soon toying with his nipples, pulling and pinching.

you moaned at the site, the vibrations sending straight to his dick.

he nearly shrieked at the sensation, his stomach tensing.

he was close, so close.

and you hadn’t even been at it for that long.

he didn’t want it to end so quickly, did he? you surely didn’t.

he’d already been waiting days on end before you got here.

you figured he could stick it out a little longer, right?

we were only getting started after all.

“need to- nng~ need too… please~” he struggled, his dick twitching in your throat.

you pulled your mouth from him, making a popping sound. you kept him in your hands, making your stokes sloppy and inconsistent.

he sat up, a bewildered look on his pretty face.

“n-no please~ *hic* so close~” his voice quivered, a tear falling down his cheek.

you pouted at him pitifully, taking one of your hands to dry his face.

“oh baby, don’t you want this to last? if you finish now, it’ll all be over. you don’t want that, do you?” you rebutted, caressing his thigh to calm him down a bit.

he shook his head no, sniffing softly.

“i thought so.”

your stood from your knees, quickly bending down to give him a deserving kiss.

he’s been so well behaved.

just like a good kitty should be.

“face down, you know the rest baby.” you commanded, waiting for him to catch on.

he assumed the position, placing his knees on the sofa, arching his back.

he laid the side of his face on top of his hands, staring at you seductively with his cat-like gaze.

if he had a tail, it would be wagging like crazy.

you gave a smug smile, pleased with how easily he obeyed.

you made your way to the back of him, admiring him from behind.

his hole was winking, glazed with the spit that trailed down his cock from a few moments ago.

his dick was stuck to his thigh, sticky from the pre-cum he was still leaking.

your eyes glimmered in amazement.

you had never seen a site so beautiful.

“you ready for me?” you asked, already knowing the answer.

“yes~ give it to me..” he purred.

oh he’s such a whore..

and you fucking loved it.

you gave his ass a hearty slap before you opened his cheeks up a bit more.

you rubbed two fingers on his entrance, spreading around the fluids to make it easier for him to take you.

you slowly pushed into him, fingers gliding in with one pump.

he hissed, feeling himself being stretched out.

wooyoung swallowed you, wrapping his insides around your digits effortlessly.

once you felt him adjust to you, you began digging in him with no remorse.

his honeyed moans echoed throughout the room, casting sweet melodies to your perverted ears.

you kneeled down to his ear, leaving small pecks.

“you’re taking me so well..” you voiced lustfully.

“you like this baby?”

“yes~ love it- mmm~ so much” he expressed passionately, now throwing his ass back against your hand, quickening the pace.

you matched his actions, curling your fingers with every plunge into him.

the lewd squelching coming from his asshole made your pussy pool with wetness.

“*hic* harder.. harder~”

“where are your manners?” you warned slightly slowing down, antagonizing him.

“harder please! mmm~!” he begged, his round eyes glossing with tears again.

“that’s better..”

you landed a hard smack on his ass, earning a wail from him.

“look at you.. being such a slut.” you spat harshly at him, picking up your pace a bit more.

woo’s moans became sparse, his breathing picking up.

you grabbed his face, forcing him to look at you. his long locs stuck to his forehead with sweat.

a few strands sticking to his plump lips with drool.

he’s was so fucked out, he could barely keep his eyes open.

he’s so gorgeous like this..

you wanted to keep him this way forever.

“what would your members think, hm? having your manager finger fuck you because you just couldn’t do it alone..” you taunted, drilling in him harder than before.

your fingers start to hit his prostate, causing him to gasp.

“ffuck~ right there! don’t stop~ p-please! m’close~”

you kissed him tenderly, pushing your fingers as deep as they could go, inching him closer and closer to paradise.

“gonna cum~ ngh~ m’gonna..”

“let it go kitty.”

with one final pump, his hole clenched around you tightly, his inside twitching vigorously.

his legs shook as he cried out in pure bliss.

you slowed down your movements, letting him ride out his orgasm.

once he caught his breath, you pulled out your fingers, his hole winking at you once more.

he gave a weak whimper feeling you exit him, slowly sitting up on the coach. you stared him down, licking his remnants off to clean up.

he returned the look, bitting his lip as he squirmed.

his dick was still crying for attention. his balls looked like they were about to burst, itching to be drained.

your poor pussy felt that heavy neglect too. the wetness that had been spilling down your leg during this whole ordeal, making your legs glue together. your puffy clit hungry for friction other than your thighs rubbing up against it occasionally.

your eyes shot right back to his stiff cock, watching him wrap his hands around and slowly stroke himself.

“y/n~ i need to feel you.. please.”

your craving for woo became unbearable.

you found yourself straddling him again, the both of you in a familiar position. this time, there wasn’t any clothes keeping you from completing feeling each-other.

the heat of your skin against his fueled your desires to the max.

you grabbed ahold of his toned shoulders, making yourself stable on top of him.

you lightly brushed your folds over his tip, placing him right at your entrance.

“it’s yours, kitty.”

his hands found your waist. he gave you one last longing look, asking for permission.

you nod assuredly, anticipations spilling.

wooyoung slowly slid you down onto his dick, you slowly engulfing him with your warm core.

his girth was stretching you perfectly. the veins on his shaft feeling textured against your walls.

the both of you weren’t going to last long under these conditions.

he bottoms out, the both of you moaning in unison.

you wasted no time.

you slowly began moving up and down, your mouth forming an “o” shape as your pussy swallowed him deeper.

his eyes rolled to the back of his head, moving his hands from his waist to your soft and round ass, squeezing it like a stress ball.

“you’re so- mmh fucking tight around me..”

you tightened your grip on his shoulders, finding your rhythm.

“you fill me up so well.. mmm” you lushed.

finding a pace you liked, you kicked things up a notch.

you began to flop down into him, bottoming out every time you landed.

his eyes nearly popped out of his skull at the sudden change of speed.

woo moaned feverishly, his hands kneading your ass like dough.

you bit your lip harshly, your pussy gripping him more tightly.

your perky tits bounced up and down in his line of vision.

he licked his lips before he began sucking at your cleavage, making his way to one of your rock hard nipples.

you yelped as he sucked on you hungrily, one of your hands leaving his shoulder to support his head on your chest.

finally catching up with the tempo, he began matching your actions. he thrusted up into you, your gummy walls soothing his harsh strokes.

the two of you made a beautiful, erotic harmony. the mixture of moans, fluids and skin crafting a sweet tune that you’d never be sick of hearing.

you pry woo off your breast to tongue kiss him sloppily.

“is this what you’ve been dreaming of baby? mmh.. stuffing me so fucking good with this dick??” you ask against his lips, bouncing more forcefully.

“yes~ your pussy feels s-so good~ just for me..” he gritted, slapping your ass with a force you’ve yet to see tonight.

you wince at the impact, the sting burning your skin so good.

you pushed your body into overdrive, twerking your ass powerful on him.

your pussy clenched around his cock tighter than ever, making him belt out an array of moans.

your clit brush up against him repeatedly, making you toss your head back with a rapture.

the recoil of your ass hit his ballsack every time you came down on the shaft, stripping the coherence from his brain.

his eyes welled with tears once more, his mouth hung agape as you fucked him silly.

“don’t stop… so fucking good y/n- ah…” he murmured, burying his face in your chest to muffle his whimpers.

he fucked up into you with thirst, tears blurring his vision, returning the pleasure you were bringing him.

you brought your hands to drape around his neck, clinging to him as the both of you inched near your seventh heaven.

you felt his tip hit your spot with a pang, making you curse sharply.

your pleasure slowly starts to bubble over, your body starting to unravel.

“fuck~ i’m close…” you spoke, riding him messily.

he replicated your disarray, sloppily pounding into you repeatedly.

you felt his dick twitch inside of you, signaling that he was close to his peak.

he lifted his head, looking at you with puffy eyes.

“wanna cum with you~ m’close… please…please~” he sobbed, his lip wobbling with a pout.

he begged pathetically over and over again, taking your tit into his mouth to soothe pleads.

profanity spewed out of your mouth without care, you panting vigorously.

your euphoria was on the horizon.

“give it to me, kitty.” you mewled, the band in your stomach finally snapping.

“m’cumming! ohh fuckk~!” he cried, giving one final thrust.

both of you boomed out guttural moans of ecstasy. succumbed to your pleasure, letting the orgasm overtake you.

his dick throbbed, pumping his warm seed inside of you, painting your insides like a blank canvas.

your body shivered at the sensation, the feeling of his load coating your walls making you hold your breath.

he convulsed underneath you, faint cries still falling from his lips.

the both of you held each-other close, your bodies on fire, energy at a low.

after sitting still for a few moments, you felt him go limp inside of you.

you mustered up just enough energy to slowly pry yourself off of his cock. his cum leaked out of you, and onto the front of the couch.

he whined once your core left him, missing your warmth already.

you slouched your body fully onto him, embracing him tiredly. he nuzzled into you, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

the two of you sat in silence for a while, listening to each other’s hearts race.

“thank you.” wooyoung mumbled onto your skin.

“you always take care of me… more than i realize. i should be thanking you more often, seriously.” he spoke truthfully.

you weakly smiled, his words making your heart feel fuzzy.

“of course my love, that’s my job. i’m here for you.. always.”

you ran your hands through his damp hair, glimpsing at his stunning face.

“do you feel better now, kitty boy?” you questioned, stealing small pecks from his lips.

“so, so much better.” he replied, wrapping his arms around you, squeezing you tightly.

“happy to hear. im glad i checked in.”

[temgum]

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I neglected this acc since the AI ​​generated images started to be more popular bc I panicked lol but anyway, Wooyo doodles YIPEEEEEE (idk how to draw real people srry) :3‼️

[umakeme-moonstruck]

SKFBFBFBFBF HBD WOOYO 💕🐈‍⬛

[i-luvsang]

omg i just saw your post, this is the wooyo anon dying because of finals, tysm for prioritizing my request you are so sweet 😭 i just want to say that i came to love your fics because of your yeo fics AND the yunho fic with the rain, i love the rain so much (hence my attachment to your blog) – me being wooyo/yunho/yeo biased is just the cherry on top. thank you for being so sweet 🩶 — 🐈‍⬛

ahhh hi hi!! of course!! i just hope i can do something for you in time for it to count LOL 😭😭 but ahhh i love to hear that!! babes i LOVE the rain too, like so so much so it feel so special to me that that's part of the reason you're attached to my blog hehe <33 i'll keep that in mind as i write your wooyo fic for sure. hehehe i'm glad i could be of service for your biases <33 ahhh of course!! that's a given on my blog!! i'll always be sweet to the best of my ability heh, so thank you for being so sweet too!! i seriously can't tell you how much your words mean to me so thank you!!

[horangslay]

hongjoong / seonghwa / yunho / yeosang / san / mingi / wooyoung / jongho

[horangslay]

seonghwa / wooyoung/ jongho