ℌ𝔦𝔱 𝔪𝔢 𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔶 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢|𝔚𝔬𝔬𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔤 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯
🖤 𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: Wooyoung x Reader 🖤 𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: It was supposed to be a simple drive to the cottage. Instead, the rain forced you off the road and into the last place you wanted to be: a dark, humid car with Wooyoung, a peach lollipop, and every unresolved thing still burning between you. Or Woo is fucking you with a lollipop in the backseat of his car while the storm continues to rage outside. 🖤 𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢 / 𝔄𝔲 / 𝔗𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔢: Shameless Smut, F2L, Fuck Buddies, Modern Setting!AU, Non-Idol AU 🖤 ℜ𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤: 18+ / 21+ / MDNI 🖤 𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 9.2k 🖤 𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: Dom!Wooyoung, sub!reader, intense sexual tension, car sex, food play - lollipop fuck, unprotected sex, fingering, degrading, pet names, anal play, fingers in the asshole, squirting, titty sucking, nipple play, dirty talk, pussy drunk, overstimulation, oral, multiple orgasms, rough sex, rough oral, power play, praise kink, cum eating, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and more. 🖤 net: @cultofdionysusnet @k-vanity 🖤 𝔄|𝔑: This idea has been on my mind since Wooyoung's Arena Homme+ photoshoot, and now it's finally taken perfect shape. So, I hope my bunnies are ready, because Woo is one hell of a ride. 🖤 ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔅𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔗𝔞𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 at the end of the post. 🖤 ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔅𝔦𝔟𝔩𝔶 𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 - check for more 🖤𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖉 - Your love makes all this possible
The car park behind the bar was nearly deserted, only a handful of vehicles scattered across the cracked asphalt like their owners had made the same reluctant choice you had — to wait out the storm rather than risk the roads. Rain hammered against the roof and windows in a relentless rhythm, not even stopping to think, while mighty claps of thunder rolled low and heavy across the cloudy sky, shaking the frame of Wooyoung's car with every distant crack.
This wasn’t how the night was supposed to go.
You and Wooyoung should have been halfway to San’s country cottage by now, where you were due to spend the whole weekend amongst your closest friends. Instead, the sky had split open with deafening thunder and a torrential downpour that turned the roads into rivers and bringing traffic to a standstill. Continuing the drive had become not just pointless, but genuinely dangerous.
At that moment, you realised that your dreams of a cosy evening by the fire, Seonghwa’s comforting home-baked treats, and the warm, steady comfort of San’s loving embrace — weren’t going to come true tonight. Not in the next few hours, that’s for sure, perhaps not at all, if the rain continued its relentless assault on the roads and showed no sign of easing up. The storm had already engulfed the city, and with every heavy raindrop, your cottage fantasy seemed more and more out of reach.
Without much discussion, Wooyoung pulled off the main road and swung the car into the empty lot behind the shabby bar on the outskirts. He switched off the engine and allowed the car to come to a standstill, leaning back in his seat as the final vibrations completely died away. The sudden silence that filled the cabin felt tense, almost electric, broken only by the relentless drumming of rain against the roof.
“I’m not risking both our lives for some damn cookie.” Woo declared, voice low and matter-of-fact, before adding, almost as an afterthought, that in his expert opinion Seonghwa’s cookies were mediocre at best and always burnt anyway.
As if you gave a fuck what he thinks.
You’d wanted to snap back, but the words had died in your throat the second he turned to look at you — lollipop stick twirling slowly between his long, clever fingers, and his dark, fox eyes almost devilishly gleaming in the dim neon that bled through the rain-streaked glass in trembling shades of pink and violet. The vulgar bar sign outside painted shifting colours across the sharp line of his jaw, to the inviting curve of his full lips, and the warm, honey-gold skin at the column of his throat where a faint sheen of sweat still clung.
He looked unfairly good like this — dangerous, magnetic, exactly the kind of trouble you had spent the last few weeks trying, and failing, to quit.
Deep down, you knew that Wooyoung was absolutely right, but you would rather have risked everything — and this had nothing to do with Seonghwa’s huge, sparkling eyes or his frankly mediocre cookies — than be stuck here with the one and only Jung Wooyoung.
It wasn’t that you didn’t love him; rather, it was that you loved him too much – or, or more accurately, that you craved the way he fucked you far too deeply to walk away cleanly.
You had wanted something serious, something that didn’t leave you feeling like you were standing on thin ice every time he smiled at you like he already knew exactly how this would end. And just as you had finally made up your mind to put an end to your the casual nights, the late calls, and that endless stream of filthy texts that always left you wrecked and aching for more, the universe had decided to trap you here with him instead, while the storm raged outside, as if to remind you that some desires refused to be reasoned with.
It was always the same when the two of you were alone, even though you tried your hardest to keep your distance.
But Wooyoung was… Wooyoung.
He was bad news wrapped in golden skin and a wicked mouth — unreasonably sexy, unfairly attractive, and carrying that ridiculous ego as big as the universe, like he was the only right answer to any question. Wooyoung knew it. He leaned into it with the bold, self-assured confidence of someone who had never been told no and never intended to hear it, always so certain he was right about everything, including you.
Woo was intense in a way that burned hot one moment and froze you in place the next, leaving you with no real choice but to follow wherever he led, drawn to the wild, consuming ride he offered even when you knew better. Every encounter with him felt like a fireworks display of sensation and emotion — overwhelming, addictive, impossible to look away from. And the worst part, the part that made him truly dangerous, was that Wooyoung was absolutely, devastatingly good at fucking.
Mr. Fucking Golden Dick.
Wooyoung always knew exactly how to kiss you like he was trying to ruin you for anyone else. He knew the precise pressure of his fingers, the exact filthy praise that made your thighs shake, the way to drag an orgasm out of you until you were sobbing his name into his neck and hating yourself for how much you loved it. No one else had ever come close.
You slightly shifted in the passenger seat, the leather creaking softly beneath you, as you crossed your arms over your chest like that might somehow create distance in the small, stuffy space.
The rain drummed harder. Neon flickered across Wooyoung’s face as he slowly pulled the lollipop from his mouth, tongue darting out to catch a stray bit of sweetness on the plush flesh of his lower lip. His captivating asymmetrical eyes never left you.
“You've gone a bit quiet, over there, sweetie.” Wooyoung said, his voice was warm and low, yet there were clearly teasing undertones in it. “Mad I ruined your little cottage fantasy? Or just mad it’s me you’re stuck with instead of your favourite bunny boy, Seonghwa?” Woo gives you one of his famous, irritatingly smug smirks and boldly raises an eyebrow, daring you.
You pursed your lips in frustration, shooting him a sharp, indifferent glance even as heat licked up your cheeks.
“Keep talking like that and I might actually head out into the storm.” You said, tone dry. “At least then I wouldn’t have to listen to your shit for the next hour.”
There’s something charged in the air, and you sense you’ve said something wrong the moment you catch the way Wooyoung’s dark eyes sparkle — sharp, intense, and heavy with an emotion you can’t quite name. It’s a strange, dangerous mix of jealousy, envy, raw lust, and something darker, more foreboding beneath it all. But whatever it is, it makes your pussy clench instinctively in anticipation.
Wooyoung’s mouth curved into that slow, malicious smile — the one that always meant trouble. He twirled the lollipop stick once more between his fingers before sliding it back between his plush lips, the glassy caramel surface clicking softly against his teeth as those dark fox eyes glittered with amusement and something far more mean.
“Well, I don’t think you’d mind being stuck with me for a while, sugar.” Woo said, his tone soft yet dangerous, the very one that always made the air feel hotter, thicker, almost stifling. “You never seem to mind when we’re alone… or am I wrong, Peach? In fact…” His voice dropped just enough for the words to drag against your skin as his deliberate gaze slid over you, slow and unapologetic, taking in the way your arms were still crossed tight and the way your thighs pressed together under the damp fabric of your clothes. “I’d say you usually like it when I keep you trapped… especially when my dick is deep inside you.”
A bright flash of lightning momentarily lit up the cabin, and for a second the electrical glow tangled in Wooyoung’s bleached, tousled hair before melting away. A deafening clap of thunder followed somewhere in the distance and the air inside the car seemed to tighten, charged and heavy, before the rain hit the windows harder — as if the sky itself was laughing at you.
You hated how right he was.
And you hated even more how your body was already reacting to him — the low, familiar pull deep in your stomach, the way your skin felt too warm and sensitive despite the chill outside, the traitorous flutter of your pulse at the base of your throat. You’d been doing so well. Weeks of keeping your distance, of telling yourself you were done letting Jung Wooyoung crawl under your skin and into your bed whenever he felt like it.
Now here you were. Alone. In a car that suddenly felt far too small, far too charged. With the one person who knew every single way to make you fall apart.
Wooyoung didn’t look away. He just watched you, the lollipop stick moving lazily between his fingers, that knowing, wicked little smile still playing at the corner of his plush mouth like he could already taste exactly how this night was going to end.
Outside, the storm showed no sign of easing — if anything, it was only growing stronger.
You could have handled it if it had stayed just sex. But it was the after that always wrecked you.
Woo would go soft in the most dangerous way — clingy, gentle, excessively affectionate. His hands would stroke your back like you were something precious, his mouth would press slow kisses behind your ear, and he’d touch you like you meant something to him. Like he hadn’t just had his tongue buried deep in your cunt, licking every drop of his own cum out of you while you shook and sobbed his name.
It left you dizzy. Confused. Around him you always felt like the mouse being played with by a cat who already knew how the game would end. The mixed signals weren’t even about lust anymore — they were about the way he could ruin you in bed and then hold you like he wanted to keep you.
And still the pull between you had always been magnetic. Inevitable. You both knew it. Leave the two of you alone long enough and you would end up fucking — it was only ever a matter of time.
The second he killed the engine, the air inside the car had thickened with sexual tension, that heavy, otherworldly pull that always settled between you. You didn’t need a fortune teller to know exactly where this was heading.
And as it turned out, your instincts had been entirely correct. It had taken less than half an hour for the tension to snap.
Now you were in the back seat, settled deep on Wooyoung’s lap with your back flush against the solid, radiating heat of his chest, his arms locked around you like he had no intention of letting you go anywhere.
One large palm splayed low across your belly, fingers spread wide, pressing you down firmly so you stayed exactly where he wanted you — seated fully against the rigid, throbbing length of his cock straining hard against his low-rise jeans. The thick heat of it pulsed steadily against the curve of your ass, hard and insistent. His other arm was draped across your chest, the peach lollipop still hanging between his long fingers as he brought it back to his mouth.
The back seat felt impossibly small. The air was heavy, humid, thick with the scent of rain-damp clothes, the subtle spice of his perfume, and the sweet, artificial peach of the candy he’d been sucking on for the last twenty minutes. Outside, the storm still hammered against the roof and windows, a steady, muffled roar that only made the charged silence inside feel more intimate, more dangerous.
Wooyoung let the lollipop slip from between his lips with a wet, obscene pop that seemed to echo in the thick air. His tongue followed immediately — broad, pink, glistening — tracing slow, unhurried circles around the glossy sphere. Thick strands of saliva stretched and snapped against the plush swell of his lower lip as he coated the candy again and again, those dark fox eyes locked on your face the entire time, gleaming with pure mischief and undisguised hunger. The corner of his mouth curved into that cheeky, devastating smirk that always meant he was about to ruin you.
The sight alone made your pussy clench hard around nothing. Fresh slick flooded between your folds, soaking the thin cotton of your panties until the fabric clung to every swollen, needy contour. You hated how fast he could do this to you. How the simple sight of him — the warm smoothness of his honey skin, those tempting veins flowing along his forearms, blonde hair messy and damp, that wicked tongue working the lollipop like he was already imagining using it on you — could shred every wall you’d tried to build.
He noticed, of course. He always noticed. That son of a bitch.
A low, dark chuckle escaped from his throat as Woo brashly lowered his hand between your spread thighs and pressed the cold, wet candy straight against your soaked panties.
The contrast hits like a shock — chilled, sticky surface pressing against your overheated, dripping heat through the thin, clinging fabric with deliberate precision, so that the glittering sugar presses tightly on your sensitive clit.
“Fuck, Wooyoung…”You let out a loud, ragged gasp before you could stop yourself, as your hips jerking forward sharply welcoming the cold, sticky pressure. One hand flew back to clutch at his thigh, nails digging hard into the coarse denim, while the other reached up blindly to curl around the back of his neck, fingers sliding deep into his blonde hair and gripping tight.
“What happened, Peach?” His voice was low and rough right against your ear, his warm, moist breath ghosting over the sensitive skin, and that sensation sends shivers down your spine. Your throat went dry. Tiny beads of sweat begin to form on your neck from the sudden surge of desire, and you close your eyes tightly, feeling every touch and every breath from Woo more clearly than ever before. Your whole body answered him without permission, wetter, hotter, more desperate with every second. “Already soaking through these pretty little panties for me, babydoll?” He dragged the glistening lollipop in slow, filthy strokes along your dripping slit, the cold sticky candy gliding over the thin, soaked fabric with deliberate, unhurried pressure.
The damp, thin material molded obscenely to every contour, outlining the plump swell of your labia as they parted for him, the sticky peach sweetness mixing with your own slick until the fabric was a wet, clinging mess. You can almost hear the sloppy, sticky sound as your labia spread apart, revealing the opening and your swollen, throbbing clit. Chunky silver rings flashed on his fingers as he forced the cold candy against your hypersensitive bundle of nerves, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles that made the wet fabric cling even tighter.
“Look at you, baby girl.” Woo’s voice was dark and teasing, thick raw sexual desire. “That slutty, pretty fuckhole clenching so sweetly around nothing, just from a little candy. Does it feel good when I rub it right here, Peach? Or do you want me to shove it in deeper? ‘So deep, until your greedy little cunt is finally satisfied.’ Wooyoung was practically purring in your ear, his words caressing your soft skin, and you could have sworn you felt the touch of his tongue on your earlobe.
“You’re such a motherfucker.” You breathed, voice already thinner, betraying you completely.
“Perhaps.” His plump, moist lips brushed sensitive spots on your neck, soft and warm. “But that’s exactly why you keep coming back to me, isn’t it, sugar? Because no one else makes this pretty pussy this wet.”
He dragged the lollipop in slow, lazy strokes, pressing harder with every pass so the soaked cotton clung tighter and tighter to every fold. The thin fabric molded obscenely to the plump, swollen contours of your pussy, sticky peach sweetness mixing with your warm, profuse flowing slick into a glossy, wet sheen that caught the dim light. Each deliberate drag made your clit pulse hard, your silky inner walls fluttering helplessly around nothing as fresh arousal flooded out of your tiny, needy hole, turning the panties into a dripping, translucent mess.
A soft, broken sound escaped you, something that sounded dangerously like his name as your head tipped back against his shoulder, baring the vulnerable line of your throat. Wooyoung’s mouth was on you immediately. His plush, luxurious lips dragged hot and open over your skin before his tongue followed in a slow, wet lick that made your breath hitch.
His hand that possessively splayed across your belly pressed down harder, pinning you firmly onto the thick, rigid ridge of his cock straining against his jeans. You felt it twitch hard against the curve of your ass in answer, and your hips rolled once without permission, grinding back against the heavy bulge of his erection.
Wooyoung never stopped working the candy. The chunky silver rings on his fingers brushed cool against the soft skin of your inner thigh as he guided the sticky, glistening lollipop with almost sadistic slowness. The rounded head glided over your throbbing clit again and again through the ruined fabric, the cold, viscous surface dragging across that hypersensitive bundle of nerves with maddening, luxurious friction. Every slow stroke pulled another rush of slickness from you, your walls clenching and fluttering in desperate, empty pulses while he kept you trapped exactly where he wanted — wet, eager, and completely at his mercy.
“Such a good girl, keep moving like that, Peach.” Wooyoung’s voice was low and rough against your damp skin, the soft, high pitch he used in public was long gone — replaced by something darker, heavier, thoroughly soaked in lust. His hot, wet tongue flicked out between words, tasting the subtle salt of your throat in slow, lingering strokes. “Let me feel how badly this pretty pussy wants it.” The words left his sinful mouth thick and unhurried, like warm honey dripping straight onto bare skin.
You shivered hard at the filthy praise, a broken little sound catching in your throat. Your hips rolled again, grinding down against the thick, heavy bulge of his cock while simultaneously pressing forward onto the sticky candy. One hand slid down to cover his palm on your belly, fingers lacing tightly over the chunky silver rings as you pressed him harder against you, silently demanding more pressure, more friction, more of everything Woo was already giving.
“That’s it.” His voice rolled out low and dark, thick with satisfaction. Wooyoung circled the lollipop more deliberately over your swollen clit, the soaked fabric dragging with just enough rough, sticky friction to make your breath hitch and your toes curl hard inside your shoes. “Feel how wet you’re getting already? This needy little cunt is soaking right through these panties. Been fighting this all night, haven’t you, Peach? Pretending you don’t want my cock stretching you open again… but your body knows better. It’s already begging for me.”
Rain kept its steady, relentless drumbeat against the roof and windows, drowning the soft slick sounds of the candy moving against you. Inside the car every tiny gasp, every shift of wet fabric, every low, pleased sound that left him seemed amplified, wrapping around the two of you like another layer of thick, humid heat.
Your resolve was fraying fast. Desire rose hot and insistent, burning through the careful walls you had tried so hard to keep intact, the same walls that always crumbled the moment he touched you like this. It had been too long since you’d let yourself have this, since you’d let him have you. And now, with his chest pressed flush to your back and that wicked candy working you into a slow, helpless frenzy, it was becoming impossible to remember why you had ever wanted to stop.
You shifted restlessly on his lap, feeling the massive, tense length of his cock press hard against your ass, twitching with every slow breath he took. Your hand reached back blindly, fingers tangling in his blonde hair as you pulled him closer; the other stayed pressed over his palm on your stomach, guiding the pressure exactly where you needed it most.
“Wooyoung…”The moan of his name left you desperate, soaked in lust. Your hips jerked forward again, chasing the sticky glide of the lollipop. “You’re… fuck, you’re really going to make me...”
Woo cut you off without a word, turning your face toward him and taking your mouth in a kiss that bloomed instantly — lazy, filthy, and deliciously open-mouthed. His long, lewd tongue slid deep into the warm, moistness of your mouth, moving persistently within and trying the mild taste of lavender matcha and white chocolate. Those excessively plump, plush lips enveloped yours with ravenous hunger, as if he wanted to devour every last inch. Yet beneath this devastating pressure, there was a strange, melting deliberateness, like he had all the time in the world to ruin you slowly. Woo pulled your tongue into his own mouth and sucked on it — slow, filthy, thorough — before drawing back just enough to let a thick string of saliva stretch between you.
And God, you wanted more.
You licked at his impossibly soft, swollen mouth, tracing the perfect plump curve of his lips with the tip of your tongue until they shone even wetter, then drew him back into a deep, lewd kiss. Your tongues met in a slick, greedy tangle as you tried to suck him deeper. Saliva flooded almost immediately, messy and excessive, spilling from the corners of your mouth and trailing down your chin. The wet, obscene sounds of it filled the small space of the car, louder than the rain outside.
All the while the lollipop never stopped. The sticky candy continued its torturous path between your legs — circling your swollen clit through the soaked fabric, then sliding lower to press lightly against your entrance, stretching the thin cotton just enough to make your walls flutter and clench helplessly around nothing.
The artificial, cloyingly sweet taste of peach from the lollipop flooded your senses, but beneath it was pure Wooyoung — warm, sweet, and filthy, like vanilla cola mixed with passionate sex and pure trouble. He drove you mad. Intoxicated you. He was as addictive as cheap cigarettes, vintage porn, and 90s music. You could feel him in everything, in every charged second, and you didn’t want him to ever stop touching you.
You moaned straight into his mouth, the sound muffled and needy. Your hips arched toward his hand again, chasing more friction from the candy while his tongue continued to fuck into you with wet, relentless hunger.
Wooyoung’s free hand came up to grip your jaw, tilting your head exactly how he wanted so he could fuck your mouth deeper. Every slow, deliberate thrust of his tongue produced another wet sound, another rush of saliva that dripped messily down your chin and onto your chest. Your fingers tightened in his blonde hair as your hips jerked in helpless little movements, inner walls fluttering and clenching around nothing in empty, aching anticipation.
The lollipop slid between your folds with more confidence now, teasing, pressing against your entrance through the soaked panties again and again, stretching the thin fabric, forcing you to clench harder every time he denied you.
“Not yet, Peach…” The words left him against your lips between the deep, filthy kisses — almost tender, yet threaded with clear mockery as the candy once again pressed against your tight entrance and pushed lightly, making your walls spasm in desperate response. “First I want to hear you beg for it… how that greedy little cunt of yours is going to beg for me to finally fuck it. You have to earn it first, before I stick my tongue in your sweet, tight fuckhole and make you come all over my face, sugar doll. You want that, don’t you? You want to rub this pretty pussy against my face, yeah?”
A needy, plaintive whimper escaped your throat. You writhed on his lap, back flush to his chest, hips trembling in small, helpless movements. A vivid image flashed behind your eyes — that same hot, wet tongue circling your clit, relentless and deep, licking and sucking until you shattered — and from the thought alone you grew even wetter, juices flowing more freely, soaking the sticky candy further.
“You always come so hard when you dance on my tongue, you little peach.” He groaned, the sound thick and strained as it vibrated straight into your mouth. His heavy cock jerked hard against your ass through his jeans. “You drip into my mouth and squirt all over my face like a filthy little slut. But you know how bloody much I love it, don’t you, sweetheart? Daddy loves it when you squirt and feed him this pretty pussy.”
You pressed your palm to the thick base of him for a fleeting second, feeling how the pulsing length strained the fabric, then pulled him closer by the hair while your hips made a small, desperate grind back against his cock.
“Wooyoung… please…” The words left you broken against his lips. “I can’t take it much longer. You’re driving me insane… You’re a damn sadistic motherfucker…” You pulled firmly on his hair. The sharp tug only made him roll his eyes back in pleasure and let out a deep, satisfied moan.
A dark, pleased sound rolled out of him. The lollipop dragged another sticky path over your swollen folds, circling your entrance with lazy cruelty, still denying you both the pressure on your clit and the stretch you were aching for.
“You’re such a fucking tease. That’s not fair.” You exhaled into his mouth, no longer angry, only plaintively aroused, almost pleading, as your fingers clutched at his wrist, trying to guide him where you needed him most.
Wooyoung only smiled crookedly into the kiss. Without another word he used two fingers to hook the thin fabric of your panties easily to the side, fully exposing your hot, glistening cunt to the dim light inside the car.
Now the wet, sticky lollipop touched you directly. The cold, caramel surface, still slick with his saliva, dragged slowly over your swollen, silky folds, gathering the warm, viscous juices that kept spilling from you in thick, glossy trails. He took his time, coating the rounded head thoroughly in your slick, pressing just enough to make your hole flutter and clench around nothing before Woo finally lifted the candy away and brought it to his own mouth.
Wooyoung locked eyes with you as he wrapped his plush, shiny lips around it and sucked — slow, filthy, deliberate. A thick string of your arousal stretched between the lollipop and his tongue. He rolled his eyes back for a second, a low, drunken little sound vibrating deep in his throat as he licked every drop of you off the glossy surface, coating the candy even thicker with his own saliva. When he finally pulled it free, his lips were swollen and wet. Woo swiped his tongue filthily across them and grinned at you, cocky and dazed with lust.
“Your pussy tastes like a peach, baby.” The groan that left him was loud and openly pleased, vibrating against your flushed, hypersensitive skin like the purr of a large wildcat. “I’m fucking addicted.”
Then Wooyoung leaned back further into the seat, shifting you with him. One strong arm hooked under your knee and lifted your leg higher, opening you wider and leaving your dripping cunt fully exposed and vulnerable. The new position left your chest completely accessible for him.
“Show me those pretty tits, sugar.” Woo ordered softly.
You obeyed without thinking, pulling your top up and freeing your breasts to the cool air. The second they were bare, Wooyoung’s mouth closed around one nipple. He sucked wet and greedy, tongue flicking and swirling over the stiffened peak before his teeth grazed it - light, then firmer, tugging just enough to send a sharp, delicious spark straight down between your legs.
While the blonde worked that nipple with filthy focus, your own hand rose. You brought two fingers to your mouth, wetting them thoroughly with saliva, then reached for your other breast. You twisted the neglected nipple between slick fingers, rolling and pinching it, kneading the soft flesh as Wooyoung continued to lick, suck, and gently bite the first one.
At the same time the cold, saliva-slick lollipop returned between your legs. Woo didn’t thrust it in right away. Instead he pressed the rounded head against your entrance and began to tease — pushing just the tip inside, twisting slowly, stretching the thin, sensitive edges of your hole with deliberate, luxurious patience. Every tiny movement made your walls flutter and clench around the intrusion.
Only when you were trembling and dripping did Wooyoung finally push the lollipop deeper in one smooth, decisive movement, angling his wrist so the hard, rounded tip pressed exactly against that sensitive, spongy spot inside you. His mouth never left your breast, sucking harder, tongue lashing the swollen nipple while you continued to play with the other.
“Holy shit, Woo… this is… so fucking good…” The loud, broken moan tore from your lips as your back arched sharply, hips jerking forward.
Sharp, almost painful pleasure flared deep inside, forcing your walls to clench convulsively around the thin stick while the sultry blonde sucked greedily at your nipple and fucked you with the candy in slow, filthy, precise strokes.
He kept the rhythm slow and deliberate at first, dragging the hard candy in and out of you with unhurried intent. Every deep stroke forced the rounded tip to grind directly over that swollen, spongy spot inside you, sending sharp, electric sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine.
Wooyoung’s lewd mouth never left your breast — long, skilful tongue lashing wetly over the stiffened nipple, soft lips sealed tight as he greedily sucked hard enough to hollow his cheeks, teeth occasionally scraping the sensitive peak just enough to make you cry out.
Your own fingers kept twisting and pulling at the other nipple in time with the thrusts, the dual stimulation making your head spin and your thighs tremble. The wet, filthy sounds of the lollipop sliding in and out of your dripping pussy filled the car — sticky, obscene squelches that mixed with the soft, greedy noises of him suckling at your chest. Clear, glossy slick coated the thin white stick more with every movement, running down over Wooyoung’s fingers in thick, messy trails as your walls clenched and fluttered desperately around the intrusion.
His free hand wasn’t idle. The sultry blonde’s ringed fingers moved with filthy curiosity, sloppily pawing at your puffy labia — spreading the plump, glistening folds apart so he could watch every detail of the way the candy disappearing inside you, then rubbing along the slick edges, gently tugging them open even wider.
The wet, sticky sounds of it were indecently loud as Wooyoung stroked and played with the swollen flesh like he had all the time in the world, occasionally brushing over your throbbing clit just to make your hips jerk.
Then those bold fingers slid brazenly slid lower. Woo’s thumb found the tight, tiny furl of your asshole and began to massage it in slow, deliberate circles, coating the sensitive rim with your own slick. The pressure was firm but patient, teasing the muscle until it softened under his touch. A moment later the tip of his thumb slowly pushed inside, sinking into the hot, narrow heat of you with pleasant ease. Wooyoung fucked the tight asshole lightly with it — shallow, filthy little thrusts that stretched you just enough to make your breath catch.
The sensation dragged a vivid memory to the surface.
A few weeks ago. His apartment. Bent over the cold kitchen counter, cheek pressed to the marble while Wooyoung’s thick, veiny cock slowly forced its way into your ass. The burn had been sharp at first, then overwhelming, then perfect as he buried himself to the hilt and started fucking you in deep, rolling strokes. His fingers had worked your sensitive clit the entire time, and his mouth had left hot, open, dirty kisses along the side of your neck as he told you how pretty you looked stretched around him. You had come so hard you squirted violently across the cabinets, your whole body shaking, while his thick, milky cum slowly leaked out of your ruined ass and down your thighs.
The memory hit you like a searing wave of heat, making your skin tingle. Your cunt clenched hard around the lollipop still buried inside you, and a broken, needy sound escaped your throat as Wooyoung’s thumb continued its slow, filthy invasion of your asshole.
“Fuck… look at you, sweetie.” Wooyoung murmured against your breast, voice rough and thick with lust. He gave the nipple one last hard, wet suck before releasing it with a lewd pop, only to drag his tongue slowly across the swollen, spit-shiny tip. “Taking this candy so fucking well… your pretty little hole is sucking it in like it never wants to let go. Listen to how wet you are, Peach. You’re dripping all over my hand.”
Your hips began to move more urgently, meeting each thrust, chasing the pressure. The pleasure was building fast, too fast — a tight, aching heat coiling low in your belly and spreading outward until even your fingertips tingled. Every time the rounded head dragged over that perfect spot inside you, your walls spasmed hard around the stick, forcing more slick to spill out and coat his fingers.
“Woo… fuck, deeper, please...” You gasped, voice already breaking. "‘I want you so badly, baby, so fucking badly. Fuck me harder, Woo. Fuck me harder... " Your head is spinning in a whirlpool of agonizing pleasure, and your cunt is ridiculously wet and sloppy.
He only chuckled darkly against your breast and kept the same torturous pace, fucking you with the lollipop in slow, deep, filthy strokes that never quite pushed you over the edge, only wound you tighter and tighter, leaving you trembling, dripping, and completely at his mercy.
“I want your mouth…” You whimpered plaintively, voice already breaking. “Your mouth, your cock… give it to me, baby… please, I want to feel your thick cock in my mouth, in my pussy, anywhere...” Your words trembled and dissolved when Wooyoung's fingers finally let go of the lollipop stick that was still buried inside you and instead pressed his thumb firmly against your plump, hypersensitive clit.
He dragged the pad of it over the swollen bundle of nerves in wide, lazy, devastating circles, watching with dark satisfaction how it jumped and twitched under his touch, pushing you closer and closer to the edge with every slow pass.
“Come for me first, my little peach.” Woo coaxed, the words rolling out of him low and thick, like molten gold laced with poison. "Come for Daddy, naughty girl, get this candy wet."
A fresh wave of horrified arousal crashed through you as you realised you were already obeying. Your hips moved on their own, grinding against his hand, cunt greedily clenching around the candy still lodged deep inside you. But the stubborn part of you still didn’t want to give in so easily. Even though you knew it was pointless, you couldn’t help arguing back.
“I’m not a dog, you're a fuckin' smug bastard. I can’t just...Ohhh… Wooyoung...” You started, but you never managed to end it.
The coil inside you snapped without warning. The careless, lazy figure-eight he was drawing against your clit tore a raw scream of his name from your throat. You writhed on his lap, hips jerking in helpless, violent spasms as your cunt clenched and fluttered convulsively around the thin stick, pushing out thick, hot, clear slick that ran down the candy and over his hand in messy, glossy rivulets. The orgasm rolled through you in waves so sharp, so overwhelming, and seemingly endless— leaving your thighs shaking and your walls pulsing wildly around the intrusion.
“Sorry, what was that?” The corners of Wooyoung’s full, sensual lips curved into a smug, deeply satisfied smirk as he slowly pulled the lollipop from your still-spasming hole. He deliberately dragged the glistening stick back through your wet, silky folds and pressed the cold, sticky head directly against your hypersensitive clit, making you jerk hard from the overload. “Because it sounded like you cum… such a good girl, even when you try to argue with me. Coming so beautifully and abundantly all over my sweet.”
“You could… stop…” Your cheeks burned with shame and residual pleasure, body still trembling finely. You suddenly felt unpleasant emptiness as Wooyoung slowly withdrew his thumb from your ass at the same time, leaving you aching and strangely, desperately thirsty for more.
“No, I don’t think I will.” The soft, almost tender laugh that left him vibrated against your skin.
With a loud, filthy squelch he pulled the lollipop free from your well-used pussy. Long, glossy strands of your thick mucus stretched and clung to the rounded head of the candy before finally breaking, glistening wetly in the darkness of the car as neon light from a bar sign flickered and melted through the fogged windows. The sight was obscenely beautiful.
Wooyoung ran his palm slowly up your sternum, the sticky lollipop now held between his thumb and forefinger, and tapped it lightly against your swollen lower lip.
“Hold this for me, baby.” He sang softly, pressing the glistening candy to your mouth.
You obediently opened. When his finger pressed lightly, your tongue came out on its own, wrapping around the peach lolly. You drew the lollipop into your mouth and tasted yourself — thick, hot, creamy sweet, and couldn’t help the low, broken moan that escaped around it.
“See how delicious you are?” Wooyoung’s voice was dark with satisfaction, rich and slow. “So sweet… just like your pretty cunt.”
He gently but firmly pushed you forward so you slid off his lap and leaned between the front seats. You braced both hands on the seat, back arched, while he stayed seated behind you and spread your buttocks wider with possessive, unhurried ease and exposing your slippery, slutty little holes. Then the sultry blonde leaned in and pressed a long, open-mouthed kiss directly to your still-sensitive, swollen clit — warm, wet, and dirty with a lot of tongue and saliva. Your thighs jerked hard in response, a sharp, involuntary twitch that only made him grip them tighter as he settled in to devour you.
Wooyoung started with a wide, slow, filthy drag of his tongue, licking from the bottom of your dripping entrance all the way up through your swollen folds, tasting the mixture of your slick and the lingering peach sweetness. He did it again, slower, pressing harder, before gripping your thighs tighter and pulling you fully against his mouth.
The lollipop still between your lips knocked against your teeth when your hips jerked. You pressed it to the inside of your cheek, drooling around the stick and swallowing thickly as the sultry blonde ran his tongue over every slick, sensitive fold with deliberate, hungry precision. He flicked the tip of his tongue rapidly along the outer lips, then curled it to trace the full length of your slit, collecting every drop of wetness before circling the delicate, fluttering edges of your hole.
The rain outside drummed steadily against the roof, mixing with the wet, obscene sounds of his mouth working between your thighs.
“Fuck… fuck… fuck…” You whimpered when he finally pushed his tongue straight into your tight, pulsing entrance, lapping greedily like a man starved. He fucked you with it in slow, deep strokes, curling and twisting inside you, before pulling back just enough to lick the stretched rim with filthy thoroughness.
Wooyoung gathered more of your wetness onto his tongue and dragged it up to your clit, licking faster, sharper, while two of his fingers slowly pushed into you in one smooth, stretching motion. He curled them immediately, knowing exactly where to press, and began thrusting in measured, deep strokes that dragged every knuckle against your fluttering walls. At the same time he used his thumbs to gently spread your entrance wider, holding you open so he could push his tongue back inside alongside his fingers, licking into you as deeply as possible.
“You’re so damn tight, baby girl.” he murmured against your cunt. The wet, filthy sounds of his fingers and tongue fucking into you mixed with the rain. “Need to stretch this pretty hole properly for my cock, baby… such a good girl, already gripping me so greedily.”
“Woo…” You cried, voice breaking as when you wiggled your butt, rubbing harder against Wooyoung's handsome face. “I’m… close… please… I can’t hold it—”
He took that as permission.
Wooyoung’s full, sensual lips closed around your clit and sucked hard — greedily, cheeks hollowing — while his dark eyes looked up at you, hungry and unwavering. His fingers kept thrusting and curling against that sensitive spongy spot with every stroke, rubbing in short, relentless circles that made your vision blur.
The dual sensation was overwhelming: the wet heat of his mouth sealed around your clit, the steady stretch and pressure of his fingers, the way his tongue still occasionally flicked down to push inside you between sucks. He ate you like he was starving for it, wet and loud and completely shameless, driving you higher with every filthy, expert movement of his mouth and hand.
“Oh, fuck… You fuck me so good, baby, so good…” You whined, nails scraping over the soft leather of the seats as you tried and failed to ground yourself. You were balanced right on the edge, body no longer obeying you at all. Every muscle in your thighs trembled violently. Clear, hot slick poured out of you in messy rivulets that coated Wooyoung’s hand and chin and dripped down onto his lap and the floor of the car.
“That’s it, my sweet girl.” Woo purred the words directly against your cunt, the vibration of his voice shooting straight through your swollen clit. “Come. Just like that… give it all to me.”
Saliva pooled thick and sweet in your mouth as you fought not to swallow around the lollipop still wedged between your cheek and teeth. Your body was no longer yours. It trembled and surrendered completely, hips twitching in small, helpless spasms while Wooyoung guided you through the orgasm with focused, relentless hunger.
His fingers rubbed that spongy spot inside you with quick, energetic strokes, curling and pressing hard with every thrust. At the same time his tongue lashed against your clit in sharp, filthy flicks — fast, then slower, then fast again, twisting in tight figure-eights, drawing patterns, never letting the pleasure crest and fade. One strong palm pressed firmly against your lower belly, holding you down and anchoring you as wave after wave crashed through your body.
Your walls clenched and fluttered convulsively around his fingers, squeezing, releasing, then squeezing even tighter as more clear slick gushed out of you in hot, messy pulses. The orgasm seemed to go on forever — sharp, overwhelming, endless, leaving you shaking and dripping and sobbing brokenly around the candy in your mouth.
Only when the worst of the trembling finally began to subside did Wooyoung slowly straighten up behind you. He leaned forward, carefully eased the sticky white stick from between your teeth, and watched your face with dark, deeply satisfied eyes as you obediently parted your lips and let him take it back. He slipped the lollipop straight into his own mouth without hesitation, the candy shifting to the inside of his cheek as he sucked slowly on the mingled taste of you and peach, eyes never leaving yours.
With one hand Wooyoung unfastened his tight jeans just enough to free his cock. The heavy, flushed length slid out, already glistening with pre-cum, thick veins standing out prominently along the shaft, the blunt head swollen and dark with need. He dragged it slowly through your still-pulsing, silky folds, coating himself generously in your slick. The hot, velvety head rubbed up and down between your labia, pressing lightly against your entrance without pushing in — just letting you feel how thick and ready he was.
For a moment the broad head pressed against your asshole, so thick and warm, slapping lightly against the sensitive rim before Woo gently pulled you back onto his lap, your back flush against his sweat-damp chest.
Wooyoung lined himself up properly and pressed the oozing, swollen tip against your trembling hole. Then he drove his cock into you with one sharp, deep thrust, stretching you wide around his girth in a single, perfect glide. The sudden fullness punched a broken, high moan from your throat as your walls fluttered and clenched desperately around the heavy intrusion, forced to yield to every thick, heavily veined inch of him until he was buried to the hilt.
“I want your mouth empty,” He said against your ear, voice dark and rough with restraint. “so I can hear every single sound you make when you come on my cock… You always look prettier when you’re falling apart like this.”
With your mouth finally free, every sound spilled out unrestrained as Wooyoung began to fuck you in earnest.
He moved with slow, deliberate hunger at first, dragging his massive cock almost all the way out until only the thick, flared head remained inside you, the stretch at your entrance almost cruel, then thrusting back in deep, filling you completely until his hips were flush against your ass.
You felt every ridge, every prominent vein, every hot, throbbing inch stretching your sensitive walls as he claimed you. Your body yielded without resistance now. You started to bounce on his hard length, lifting yourself only to sink back down with greedy, rolling hips that took him even deeper every time. The wet, obscene sounds of your slick cunt swallowing him mixed with the steady drum of rain against the roof.
One of Wooyoung’s hands slid up to wrap around your throat, fingers pressing just firmly enough to make your head spin deliciously, controlling the pace and owning every movement. His other hand slipped between your spread thighs, rubbing your swollen, oversensitive clit in slow, filthy circles that sent sparks racing through your already overstimulated body.
“You’ve no idea how much I love fucking you, sweetie,” Woo said against your ear, the words thick with dark satisfaction. His fingers lewdly parted your swollen, sticky labia so he could feel himself sliding in and out of you, while his heavy balls slapped wetly against your cunt with each deep thrust. “Ride my cock like you were made for it… Look at you, so greedy for every inch, your pretty cunt gripping me so tight like it never wants to let go.”
You moaned brokenly at his words, hands clutching at his sinewy, tattooed forearm as you bounced harder, chasing every inch of friction. Your hips rolled in desperate little circles every time he bottomed out, grinding your swollen clit against his fingers while your walls fluttered and squeezed greedily around the massive, silky length buried deeply inside you.
“Woo… fuck, yes...harder. ” You gasped, voice trembling and raw. "Give me more!"
His fingers on your clit pressed firmer, rubbing faster in perfect time with his thrusts. The pressure on your throat made every sensation sharper, more intense, almost dizzying. Your body betrayed every last shred of earlier hesitation — walls pulsing and squeezing around his cock with every downward bounce, slick arousal dripping down his length and coating his fingers and balls as he worked you relentlessly.
A low, deeply pleased sound vibrated through your back where his chest pressed flush against you. He tightened his grip on your throat just a fraction more while his other hand never slowed.
“Such a good girl, taking me so well… I can feel how close you are again, that sweet pussy fluttering around my cock like it’s begging to come all over me. Go on, bounce for me.”
You obeyed without thought, bouncing with increasing abandon. Your thighs trembled hard from the effort and the overstimulation. His cock hit that perfect spot deep inside with every thrust, the blunt, flared head dragging heavily against it on every stroke, while his fingers circled your clit in tight, relentless patterns. The pleasure built hot and fast, your moans growing louder, more shameless, mixing with the wet, filthy slap of your bodies and the rain’s steady rhythm outside.
“Please, Woo… I’m...oh god, right there...” You let out a drawn-out moan; your words were disjointed and sounded more like a pitiful whine than anything coherent or intelligible. Your nails digging into his skin as your hips jerked and rolled, taking him even deeper, cunt clenching greedily around his thick length.
“Come on my cock, doll.” Wooyoung growled, voice dripping with filthy praise. “Come for me while I choke this pretty throat and rub that needy little clit… That’s my good girl, let it all go. Let me see you squirt for me, make a mess.”
Your body surrendered completely. Your walls convulsed around him in rhythmic, powerful spasms, gripping and milking his cock as pleasure crashed through you in wave after overwhelming wave. You kept bouncing through it, hips stuttering but never stopping, chasing every last spark while clear slick poured out of you around his thrusting length. Wooyoung groaned low and deeply satisfied against your ear, fingers never slowing on your clit, drawing every tremor and aftershock from your body as he fucked you straight through the orgasm. His hand on your throat eased just enough to let you gasp his name in broken, ecstatic, almost sobbing cries.
He didn’t stop.
Even as your orgasm began to ebb, Wooyoung continued fucking you with deep, relentless thrusts that prolonged every spasm and made your oversensitive body jolt with each stroke. Your hips still rolled back to meet him, helpless and greedy, even as the last waves of pleasure crashed through you in hot, shuddering pulses.
Then, without warning, he pulled his thick cock free. The sudden emptiness made you whimper in protest, but before you could form a proper plea he thrust two long, skilled fingers deep inside you instead. Woo curled them mercilessly against that swollen, spongy spot and began rubbing in quick, focused strokes that had you squealing from how intensely good it felt.
The stretch was different now, more precise and more cruel, every crook of his fingers dragging over that hypersensitive place until your thighs began to shake uncontrollably.
The car had grown hot and stuffy, the air thick with the mingled scents of rain-damp fabric, sweat, and sex. Neither of you noticed that the storm outside had eased to a gentle drizzle, nor did you register the constant buzzing of your phone on the seat beside you — San and Seonghwa’s messages lighting up the screen one after another, demanding to know where the hell you were.
Wooyoung’s fingers worked you relentlessly, pumping and curling with focused intensity until a fresh, heavier wave of pressure built low in your belly. Your needy cunt fluttered and clenched around his fingers as broken, desperate pleas spilled from your lips.
“Wooyoung… I’m...don’t stop, please, it’s so good...” You moaned, the sound high and almost squealing as the pleasure crested again.
He pulled you back against his chest and took your mouth in a deep, filthy kiss, swallowing every cry as his fingers continued their merciless pace inside your pulsing heat. When the second orgasm finally broke, it hit with a sudden, warm gush that soaked his hand and the seat beneath you. Your body trembled and released in uncontrollable spurts while you moaned loudly into his mouth, completely lost to the overwhelming sensation. Your walls spasmed hard around his fingers as clear, hot slick poured out of you in messy, rhythmic pulses, leaving you shaking and dripping and utterly spent.
Only when the last tremors subsided did Wooyoung slowly ease his fingers free, gently stroking your messy, oversensitive pussy with tender, soothing touches that made you shiver hard in the afterglow.
Through the haze you realised he still hadn’t come. His heavy cock was still hard and slick against your thigh, twitching with every slow beat of his heart. You turned in his lap breathlessly, voice soft and eager.
“Let me… let me take care of you. I can suck you off or jerk you off, baby, just tell me what you want.”
Wooyoung casually brushed the damp strands of hair from your face with surprising gentleness. His gorgeous, asymmetrical fox eyes softened for a moment as he leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead — the contrast with his earlier roughness making your heart twist in that familiar, confusing way.
“It can wait.” Woo said, voice low and steady, almost quiet. “At least until we get back to my place and I can fuck you properly into the mattress. Although first I’d prefer you shut your little bunny boy up and let him know he needs to get the fuck off what’s mine. You know I don’t share, Peach… especially not my girlfriend’s pussy.”
“You’re a bastard.” You slapped his hand lightly, rolling your eyes even as a reluctant smile tugged at your lips.
“Yeah.” Wooyoung answered, warm and completely unrepentant. “But I’m your bastard. Just yours, Peach.” He ran his tongue slowly down the column of your neck until his mouth pressed to your ear, the words dark and slow, like something thick and sweet dripping over skin.
“And one day soon… you’re going to admit you want more than just my cock. You’re going to admit you want me for the rest of your life.”
❣ ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔅𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔗𝔞𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ❣ Part I @tiny-apocalypse @captain-joongz @alicedawitchbish @woohwababes @wlv-asteria @wisejudgedragonhairdo @mingisprincesss @lavishloving @teagietots @spooo00oky @sousydive @hwapou @bunnliix @softwsan @mjyungi @fantasy2wonderland @noirsfantasy @cassies-cookies @renaholicss @luffypants @hyukssunflower @watermelon2319 @peachygiku @bunnyxoxodarling @stolasisyourparent @soranosnowbunny @certifiedmoa @sanglix @slvtiny @hopefulrascalstatesmantoad @hecateslittlewitchling @xxawl @pastellbunno @starlletsblog @seonghwasstar @hwanring @vtyb23 @pearltinyy @minjaeum @chasevixx @bomi-ja @onedumbho3 @sanglix @cursedeastern @itza-meee @pinkies-things @atinism @mxnsxngie @nenefix-on @therealcuppicake @annafeebou @sharksandminhos @@lixies-pixieboy @@vampzity @0rangemilk @yellow-foxxing @claimmeyourprincess
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