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say less ft. wooin | 🔞

summary: your boyfriend Wooin isn’t very good at listening… cw: fembodied!reader, smut, pwp, established relationship, lowkey toxic bf!Wooin, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, p in v, mentions of edging and overstimulation, light dirty talk, creampie, tbh pretty vanilla and standard stuff around here. everyone featured is 18+ wc: 3.5k

“I swear, Wooin, you’re such an asshole! You always…”

Your words fade into the background as Wooin tunes out your incessant yapping. When you get like this, he sees no point in trying to argue with you. Mouth spewing your emotional word vomit at a hundred miles per minute, interrupting you would only cause you to talk in circles as you forget the original reason you were mad. 

Now, Wooin isn’t the perfect boyfriend. He’ll admit that. For so long, he’s only ever had to worry about him and his own needs and what he wants to do. He isn’t the type to act as a knight in shining armor who just always knows what to say, knows how you’re feeling, and can figure out what you mean when you say certain things. However, he gets that you’re on the sensitive side and prone to emotional flare ups– the least he can do for you is give you time to rant and get it out of your system.   

As he phases in and out of this ‘conversation’ he picks up the same buzzwords; he’s selfish, he never understands you, he doesn’t listen, he’s inconsiderate, he purposely pisses you off because he thinks it's funny, blah, blah, blah. You’ve nagged him about the same things so many times, he can’t even feel bad about not listening to you half of the time. It’s the same song and dance every other week. He got your message loud and clear the first time you got on his case after he seriously fucked up by choosing to work on your birthday. Since then, he’s been trying to be a better boyfriend to you whether you realize it or not.

Ten minutes into your spiel, Wooin’s already forgotten what you were initially mad about. He thinks it might be about how some girl keeps calling and texting him– but he could be wrong and that might’ve been last week’s argument. Either way, he’s already explained to you that he’s not interested in the coked up airhead who’s been blowing up his phone, jonesing for a fix. 

“God, you haven’t been listening, have you?” You let out a frustrated sigh, throwing your hands up in defeat. “We’ve had this argument so many times. If you just listened the first time, we could be working on a solution so we can get over this.”

Your rambling continues on as Wooin tries to figure out what the hell you’ve been talking about this whole time. Racking his brain for any ideas that relate to the clue you’ve given him, he’s coming up empty. 

Maybe you didn’t just prattle on about the same shit every time and he genuinely ignored you voicing a genuine concern in your relationship. Spending a few minutes to ruminate over the idea, your words hang in the air, ignored and unacknowledged until he hears something different from the usual script.

“I’m over this. I hate you.” You practically snarl, grabbing your sweater from his couch and making your way to the door. 

Now grounded back into the moment, Wooin follows after you, catching your wrist to prevent you from leaving.

“Baby, you don’t mean that.” He says, the usual smug expression he wears gracing his features to mask how he truly felt.

Deep down, the idea of you dumping him terrifies him. It might be the only thing he has a serious fear of. Knowing that everything he built with you could be taken from him all because he hasn’t fully grasped the concept of considering how his actions negatively affect others; it fills him with dread.

“Wooin, I’m fed up. We need time apart.” You insist, yanking your wrist out of his hold only for him to grab your hand; prying apart your fingers so they could intertwine with his.

“Sure, sure. We can take a break.” He remarks in a dismissive tone, trying to convince himself that you didn’t seriously want that. “Just tell me right now that you don’t actually hate me.”

Gazing into your eyes with a more sincere expression, he holds your hand tight as you finally fall silent. Staring back at him, your irises are fiery, embers of your anger still present but gradually dying out.

“Fine. I don’t hate you.” You grumble. “I just hate how it feels like you never listen to me.”   

Your gaze falls to the ground after what seems like an eternity of looking into Wooin’s eyes and trying to pry into his mind to see what he thinks and figure out if your relationship actually meant anything to him. 

“If you’re leaving, can I at least have a kiss before you go?” Wooin finally asks after a few more moments of silence.

You press your lips against his in a chaste kiss before you pull back, lingering there for a bit as you look at him through your lashes; silently contemplating whether or not you’d indulge in more. 

“There. That should be enough to hold you over until I feel like talking to you again.” You murmur, ultimately deciding against it when you remember how crazy he made you feel earlier.

Increasing the distance between your bodies, you slip away from him again and attempt to make an exit before he can reel you back in. 

Wooin lets out a short chuckle, right on your heels when your hand reaches for the doorknob.

“Nuh uh, give me a proper kiss.” He demands as he snakes his body between you and the door to prevent you from leaving. 

Annoyance creeps into your system again but your lips are meeting his once again. Looping his arms around your waist, Wooin pulls you closer as he deepens the kiss with such passion; it’s clear that he intends to eat up all your frustration with him. Playful hands travel down south, groping your ass so you’re flush against him and can feel the way his length twitches in his pants every time you try to wriggle away from him. When your lips part in a soft moan, his serpentine like tongue darts into your mouth to claim the warm cavern.  

That familiar taste of candy always lingered on his tongue when you kissed him along with a vaguely metallic flavor from his piercing. Today, his saliva is tinged with artificial strawberry as his tongue mingles with yours. With the unique sensation of Wooin’s tongue being both forked and pierced, it doesn’t take very long for your mind to become muddled; consumed by the way he devours you. You almost fall victim to his ways, but pride is a mighty sin that refuses to let Wooin off the hook so easily. 

Wooin is actually surprised by how aggressively you pull away. You see it on his face for a split second before he’s sucking his teeth in annoyance. Sharp eyes drag along your body, daring you to go and see what happens if you leave his sight. Caught in limbo, part of you doesn’t want to be around Wooin but the other part knows that it would make you just as childish as him if you walked away right now when he seriously wanted to make things right. 

“Are you seriously gonna listen to me this time?” You ask him quietly, a stormy gaze thinly veiling your frustration with him.

After watching Wooin think over your words, he throws his hands up in a placating manner and agrees to a truce; sitting down on the couch with you to hear you out. 

Being the person he is, of course it gives a slight ego boost to Wooin when his assumption is correct. You’re indeed mad about the same things, spewing the same complaints about him. The only difference is that now he’s actively listening to you; biting his tongue back to start from engaging in a real argument. Whether it was clear to you or not, he was more than willing to be the lover you wanted– he just needed time to rewire his mind. Becoming the boyfriend you needed wasn’t just gonna happen overnight even with his best efforts. As much as he wants to tell you that, he knows you well enough to be aware of the fact that there’s no getting through to you like this. All you want is to be heard, and it’s the least he can do for you. 

Eventually, you cool down and hug things out with Wooin. The air is still prickly with your emotional outburst from earlier and the energy is scattered even as a silence falls over the room.

“I’m sorry if I said anything too mean earlier.” You murmur, becoming uncomfortable with the rigid atmosphere.

“It’s fine.” Wooin shrugs before leaning back into the plushness of the couch. “You were right about how I wasn’t listening to half the shit you said anyway.”

You roll your eyes at Wooin’s blunt admission but his honesty does make it easier to let go of your anger toward him. Even if his words are a little crass, it’s admirable how he has no problem admitting his fault in this situation.  

“Are you gonna stick around or are you set on leaving?” He questions after a lingering silence ensues, his eyes fixed on the way you can’t sit still in your seat.

“I should probably get going before it gets late.” You say in a quiet voice,   moving slowly as you stand up. 

“Or, you can just stay the night.” Wooin interjects, standing up then moving closer to you; leaning in make you an offer you can’t say no to. “I’ll eat you out as an apology. You know how bad I am at saying sorry.”

His slimy proposal really makes you question why you put up with him in the first place. But when he has you laid out on the couch, naked from the waist down with his mouth latched to your clit, you remember why.

You thank the heavens, grateful that Wooin’s mouth was good for something other than yapping up a storm. His tongue is so agile. Being able to control and independently move each side of the forked appendage had to be something he practiced a lot to get good at. Your mind is too muddled to indulge the little green monster asking how many girls he’s made cum on his tongue. What matters to you right now is the way his mouth is latched on to your folds; slurping and suckling all while his tongue lashes at your clit. 

 Unpredictable yet meticulous; the paradox described Wooin’s attitude toward most things he did perfectly. You really feel it as he’s lapping up the wetness pooling out of you. Dragging his tongue from your fluttering entrance to your pulsating clit. Circling the swollen pearl with each end of his tongue in a cyclical manner then starting to suck hungrily. It’s a novel sensation each time he switches up the pace and it’s different every time he goes down on you. Yet, it’s always full of mind numbing pleasure.   

Wooin brings you close to your orgasm, eating you out with a voracious mouth that seems like it won’t stop– until it does. He leaves your body dangling off the edge of your climax, doused in perspiration after setting your nerves on fire. Then, as soon as you cool off, he’s back at it. Giving you every bit of his hot mouth and tongue.

God forbid that you look at Wooin while he’s nose deep in your cunt like this. It makes his ego and cock swell like no other. He spreads your legs wider so he can eat you sloppier; your orgasms building quicker and quicker after each time he denies you. With his enthusiasm, it's hard to tell which he likes more; edging and overstimulating you until you’re putty beneath his touch or the mere act of eating you out.   

One thing for certain is that he won’t let up on you until you feed his ego. The moans, how easily he brings you to orgasm, and how slick your pussy gets are nice appetizers. But Wooin eats up your praise almost as greedily as he devours your pussy. Hearing you beg for his cock has both his pride and the veins in his shaft swollen with desire. It’s a song he could listen to on repeat for an entire lifetime. 

Post argument sex is a slightly different ball game though. On a regular day, Wooin can get you to beg for him in no time and get his dick in you long before his patience wears thin. Days like this, you stubbornly hold out on him while his tongue is swirling over your sensitive parts– all in the name of feeling how sorry he was and how much he craved your forgiveness since this was the closest thing to an apology you could get from him. 

Wooin has no problem entertaining the little games you play with him. But at the end of the day, he just plays them better. If you wanna stay tight lipped and deny him of hearing you plead for his cock, he’s gonna eat you out until you can barely speak. 

 After dangling the idea of climax in front of you for so long, now it’s time to give you the release you craved. And then some more.

The first orgasm has you sighing in relief.

The second one has you crying for more.

The third one has you regretting being so greedy.

And by the fourth one and beyond, you feel like you’re limbo; unsure if you wanna continue or tap out.

But the sight of Wooin’s signature smirk, now glossed with your arousal has something in your stomach twisting. It’s almost a sinister type of desire; knowing that you’re really pushing yourself but craving to be totally broken down. 

“I dunno if I’m done apologizing yet.” Wooin muses, thumbing over your quivering clit as he takes in your trembling form.  “I can’t tell if you’ve forgiven me or not.” 

Sharp eyes meet your exhausted ones. The playful lust burns bright in his eyes as a counter to the glazed over look you wear. Your brain is foggy but you know exactly what he’s getting at as he threatens to give you a second set of back to back orgasms. 

“I forgive you.” You finally tell him in a breathless voice, shivering as his thumb ghosts over your overstimulated nub.  

“Oh? I’m glad to hear that, sweetie. But what does that mean?” He feigns ignorance, smiling at you innocently as he tries to browbeat the words he craves to hear out of you.

“Fuck me. Please.” You throw in the politeness last minute, not wanting to deal with Wooin taunting you anymore and it seems to work.

You watch him shimmy out of his pants and boxers to free his cock then mount you. The tip is dark pink and engorged with precum beading on the tip; just to dissipate on to your skin when he smacks it against your puffy cunt. Meanly pressing you into the couch, Wooin looms over you as he pushes your legs back; body folded in half with your knees parallel to your ears. 

“Ya know…I’m starting to think that you like getting me riled up like this. You probably don’t even care if I apologize to you after petty arguments that you start.” He chuckles, sliding his length back and forth between your wetness to coat himself in your juices before he’s splitting you open with his girth. 

You don’t have to answer Wooin’s accusation because he knows it’s true– at least for him. It doesn’t matter what your intention is or if you do it on purpose; he likes the anticipation and build up. Feeling every vein in his dick throb for you and the way they pulse in time with your heated cunt. He holds back the moan at the long awaited contact he’s deprived himself of, but you can see the way his jaw twitches when he’s deeply embedded in you; his full balls flush against the curve of your ass and his cock twitching inside of your gummy walls.  

Though Wooin would never admit this to you out loud, he’s become rather fond of the mating press position. The way you gaze up at him like he’s some sort of god when you’ve gone dumb on his dick is addicting. It’s especially good when he’s only a few strokes in and he can feel the way your sensitive walls seize up on him as another orgasm is ready to be plucked from your body. 

“You’re gonna make me cum again-” The syrupy sounding cry that falls from your lips as validation of how good he was making you feel keeps his ego comfortably satiated. 

But greed seems to be the sin that drives most of Wooin’s life. So he pushes on without much thought, fucking you through yet another orgasm until you’ve sullied both his cock and couch cushions with your release. And it doesn’t stop there. 

Urgent thrusts have the couch skidding across the floor of his apartment. The linoleum tile could withstand it. A few minor scrapes is nothing compared to the way Wooin drills his cock in and out of your slick walls with a calculated precision that attacks your g-spot. Your orgasms bleed together and feel like one long wave of agonizing bliss. The constant stimulation of your sensitive walls should hurt by this point with how rough Wooin’s thrust are. Maybe your senses are so muddled, each of the mean snaps of his hips feel good now– maybe you’re just a masochist. Whatever it is, you’re more than happy to take what Wooin gives. 

Back to back orgasms is the least he can give you for being such a headache anyway. 

As Wooin’s first crescendo of ecstasy builds, your last orgasm is still going and it only goes on longer as he chases his finish. Even with all the pleasure and pain melting together to put you in a lusty haze, it’s not enough to distract you from the liquid seeping out of your drooling pussy. The wetness spreads so much you can feel it under your back and it’s like you’re glued to the couch. Having got yours long ago, you’re a bit impatient now as you wait for Wooin to finish.

“You’re gonna keep taking this dick until I cum, aren’t you? I know you can.” He pants, head tipped back as a low moan fills the air.  

Stuck between the plush couch and the solid yet lean muscle of his body, you’re stuck in place. Erratic thrusts that grow sloppier with each passing second. The warmth of Wooin’s breath on your neck as he moans into the skin. You could whine about how everything feels too intense and how your insides ache from his brutal thrusts. But you crave his release almost as much as he does.

You want him to greedily fuck your aching pussy until it makes him cum. You want him–no– need him to use you and take out his frustration. It’s almost like a compulsion to have his cum filling you up and dripping out of your sloppy hole. In this moment, it’s  the only way you’ll feel complete and truly satisfied. 

“Oh my– fuck! You’re so fuckin’ wet.” Wooin groans, his voice tethering along the fine lines of anguish and elation. “So, so wet. I’m gonna cum.” He mutters.

Messy, squelching thrusts. Deep groans and slurred curses. Wooin’s finish encompasses just as many of your senses as your own orgasm does when it overtakes you. In his own pursuit of peak pleasure, you’re sent over the edge one more time. The sight alone of his lust riddled face honestly might have been enough to bring you to your finish. Feeling him unleash hot, silky ribbons of his seed within you, your walls convulse around him; trying to milk every last drop out. 

“Ah, fuck, that’s good.” Wooin grunts in a gravelly voice. “Best fuckin’ pussy ever.”

You’d be a fool to think that Wooin would stop there. The few shivers that run up and down his spine aren’t enough to get him to quit now. 

The slick tightness of your pussy has him fucking his cum into you, shooting the last few ropes deep inside until he’s overstimulated himself and he’s a bit dizzy. His black lacquered nails dig into your thighs, trying to keep himself grounded in the moment as the high of his finish threatens to carry him off to cloud nine. 

Once he’s satiated and both of you have finished basking in the post orgasm haze, Wooin reluctantly pulls out of you. The mess on the couch could be dealt with later. What mattered right now was getting you cleaned up and giving you some princess treatment so he could get back on your good side.

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