The Good, The Bad, and Wooyoung.
You tear your eyes from Wooyoung's back as he washed up your plates, glancing towards the open bedroom as if it knew things you didn't. You take the first step, your feet following one in front of the other until you crossed the threshold.
The bed is the first thing you noticed, it was a king, covered in thick, charcoal coloured bedsheet, four pillows sat neatly against the headboard, his room was clean, mirroring the rest of his apartment—the complete opposite of how you left yours: makeup scattered all over the bench, clothes in a pile on the floor, dishes still in the sink. You think you'd be Wooyoung's worst nightmare if he got to know you personally.
Your eyes work around the room. He didn't play when it came to selling the image of not so quiet luxury, multiple pairs of expensive shoes that look like they've never been worn were set up on a shelf in the corner, clothes hung up on a rack rather than in a cupboard with more shoes underneath and on top—at this point you were convinced he had more pairs than you.
His desk was what caught your attention, he sported a very organised set up, his laptop closed, plugged in and actively charging, his headphones sat on a stand, also actively charging. Pens and a what looks like a diary are meticulously placed on the desk beside the laptop, everything was where it was supposed to be. Except you. You felt out of place, you felt way in over your depth.
This man was experienced. Put together in ways you couldn't believe were achievable, ways you've never even dreamed of. The most chaotic thing about him was that wicked smirk, the way he knew what drove you crazy. The most chaotic thing about you wasn't actually you—it was the life you lived—one that you were so sure would send Wooyoung into a coma.
You walk closer to the desk, gently moving the pen so you could see the word written on the cover. Your eyebrows furrow in mild annoyance, it was in another language—which ultimately meant—and that was the thing, you had no idea what it meant.
And as you know what they say...
"Do you like it?" His voice startles you. You quickly turn to face him as he stands in the doorway, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed looking as comfortable as ever as he smirks at your obvious discomfort.
"How long have you been standing there?" The question leaves your mouth before you could stop it. You sounded defensive. Wooyoung surprises you by deepening smirk instead of getting upset, after all, if anyone had the right to be defensive in this situation—it definitely wasn't you. He wasn't the one being nosey in a place he had no business being nosey in.
"Twenty seconds give or take," he tilts his head from side to side playfully as if thinking before pushing off the door frame, his arms still crossed. You couldn't help but stare down at the muscles on his tattoo clad arms, swallowing thickly as he moved closer to you, his elbow brushing yours as his eyes flick downward to see what you were touching a mere ten seconds ago.
"I'm glad you made yourself comfortable," there a hint of humour in his voice as his right arm reaches out behind you, his knuckles gently glide down the length of your arm, letting his fingertips graze the ends of yours. You feel yourself gasp, turning to look up at him, his hand drops and he looks down at you, serious this time. Using his left hand to come up under your chin, he walks backwards, the finger tip of his pointer finger gently but dominantly pressed under your jaw, leading you to him, "come." That one word had you doing whatever he wanted, you matched his pace as he walked you backwards to the bed.
His other hand firmly grasped your wrist as he took a seat on the end of his bed, looking up at you as he dropped his pointer finger from your chin. He gently tugged you towards the bed next to him, not liking the idea of keeping a respectable distance between you two any longer. You take the hint and sit next to him on his left, a little further than he was anticipating. He didn't like that.
Wooyoung lets out a small tsk of disapproval and shakes his head with that chuckle that sent a pool of desire straight between your legs. He lets go of your wrist, done with being patient.
"Are you always this much of a brat?" Wooyoung asks with a seductive undertone, wrapping an arm around your waist, the other under your thigh before pulling you into his lap, forcing you to straddle him as he lays on his back. You yelp in surprise as your hands come to bedsheets either side of his head, being careful not to crush him or lean on his hair. You look up into his eyes, your own full of fear. Your faces the closest they've been thus far.
Wooyoung does something you don't expect. He laughs at you as you straddled his hips, a large—real smile plastered on his face as he looks at your shocked expression, his hands rested on your waist like it was the easiest thing he's ever done.
His happiness was contagious, you realised as your lips pull back into a smile of your own, letting out a small huff of air in a half attempted laugh. But what you didn't realise, but your body was reacting to him. You weren't tense, you didn't mind that his hands were on your waist. It was easy. This, was easy.
"Look at that, I didn't know you were capable of laughing baby," you smile wider but get shy at his poor attempt of a joke. Baby. There it was again. Your eyes quickly dart to his plump lips, his pearly white teeth were poking through once again as he noticed your blush had come back for seconds, the corner of his lips were pulled back as he grinned up at you. He was teasing you and he loved every second of it.
"You have a beautiful smile," you feel the words slip past your lips without giving them a second thought. You watch as his eyes stir with an emotion similar to admiration, bringing his hand from your waist, he gently lets his knuckles brush against your cheek.
"Thank you, but it's no where near as beautiful as yours," he flirts back, taking his time as his eyes raked over your face.
He was admiring you, your playfulness, shyness, gentleness, the excitement you bought into his anticipatingly boring night. From your pictures he could tell you were the opposite of him, but usually the people that came into his life, the women he slept with, all knew what they wanted, they were so sure of themselves. You were different, the way your eyes innocently lit up when he called you a pet name, even if you didn't realise you were doing it, the way you dressed, you were girly, something he didn't ever think he'd be too fond of.
But quickly you were changing his mind.
He didn't like the way he was smiling more than usual. He knew he didn't want this to be a typical Wooyoung night once he laid eyes on you in person, he wanted to treat you gently, kindly—and typically, he would wine and dine a woman before bedding her, but the moment you walked through the door he knew he wanted you sober. He never had intimate moments like this with the other women he bought to his appartment. He was never laughing, genuinely laughing with a woman who made his heart stutter the way you did—and god. God you were beautiful. He wasn't expecting such a beautiful face to accompany such a beautiful body on an app like that. Usually that kind of app was where you could find predators, even the women on that app were questionable, which lead him to his first and only question...
Why were you on that app?
He wanted nothing more than to ask you, he needed an answer. Have you a previous encounter with a creep? Was he the first man you've fucked from there? Is that why you were so nervous? Or was it because his charm was working on you?
Wooyoung's thoughts were running wild. He needed to distract himself before he scared you away. In one swift motion you were suddenly on your back, Wooyoung hovering over you. Your legs were spread wide, your long dress now bunched up just under your ass. The fabric struggled to protect your dignity, fighting against your thighs to stay down. You could feel the cold air on your aching pussy as the compromising position left you exposed. He looked down at you from above, a silver chain you didn't realise he was wearing had slipped past the collar of his shirt and was now dangling dangerous close to your face.
He tilted his head as he hovered over you, taking in every aspect of your face. You take the time to do the same to him, in real time you neither of you notice how your smiles fade, slowly turning into deep desire. This was the moment you had planned, the moment he had been waiting for. You look over his face. His hair had covered his eyebrows, only a tiny gap of his forehead peaked through. You notice the way his asymmetrical eyes darkened as he took in every detail of your face. His jaw clenching and unclenching as he unknowingly noticed parts of you—parts you had let no one else get close enough to see.
He subconsciously leans closer and you take your opportunity, taking in more of his intimate details. You noticed the beauty spot that sat right beneath his left eye, you were drunk by lust, wanting nothing more than to reach up and kiss it. He was such a beautiful man, you didn't have to words to describe it.
You don't know how long you would get to look to him like this for, the thought was scary. You feel your eyes selfishly draw to that beautifully angled nose. You have never sat on a face before, let alone kissed a guy, and greedily enough you couldn't help but imagine how it would feel to sit on such a prominent nose. His nose.
You should want this. Want him. You should be doing this, you should be here. Yet here you were, lying underneath a stranger you had quickly gotten comfortable with, a stranger who you were stupidly about to give it all to. You didn't know if Seonghwa would be proud or call you an idiot. Either way you were too wet to care.
Your eyes flick to his lips for the hundredth time tonight. They were full, pouty—kissable. Even god knew how badly you wanted to kiss him. You look close enough, not realising how close you two had gotten, you were close enough to notice the small mole that sat on his bottom lip.
Wooyoung shifts his hips, and that's when you felt it, his desire for you was strained painfully against the inside of his jeans. It touched the inside of your thigh, silently begging to be released from its cage. He uses the hand beside the your head to hold himself up as he hovered over you, using his now free hand to come up and caress your jaw—finally. He was touching you properly. He cups it, his eyes firmly set on your lips and he subconsciously grinds against your thigh, desperate for some friction. Your legs shake with anticipation.
His eyes snap up to meet yours to see you desperately waiting beneath him. You smile shyly up at him, his thumb gently caressed your check in adoration as he returns it with a smile of his own.
"Can I please kiss you?" You blush at his words, your heart fluttering with admiration for him. You didn't expect him to ask to kiss you—you just expected him to do it.
You smile wider, nodding your head in agreement. You were having a moment of clarification. It clicks to you finally that taking what you wanted from someone else wasn't justified. It was wrong, inherently wrong. Your thoughts were cut off as he leans down. Your eyes flutter closed and you hold your breath in anticipation.
Finally, his lips meet yours.
They were just as soft as you imagined, he tasted faintly of strawberry chapstick and chilli from the pasta you just ate. His lips moved slowly against yours, he groaned into the kiss, savouring the taste of your lips. He ground his hips into yours, you gasped as his Jean clad cock came in gentle contact with your drenched panties, overstimulating your senses with the amount of friction. He moaned, using the opportunity to sensually explore your mouth with his tongue, his hand slowly sliding down your jaw to your dainty neck as he held you in place.
Wooyoung didn't know how he was going to hold back. Between the taste of your vanilla lips and his cooking on your tongue, he was going utterly insane.
He pulls back slightly, pressing another greedy kiss to your lips before murmuring against them, "I want to taste you." Is all he says against them before he pushes himself into a sitting position, his legs still either side of your waist. You look down, noticing your dress was now around your hips.
He lifts your dress up higher and you take the silent hint, sitting up on your elbows as your manoeuvre your body to help him get it off. He groans deeply, his eyes drinking in your body as he sees you looking exactly like the photo the swiped on, the same long hair, the same curves and the same damn two piece set that was driving him over the edge since he saw it on you.
"You're so fucking perfect, you know that?" He asks you, leaving you no time to answer before he was already leaning back over you and grabbing the back of your neck, pulling you up to meet him half way so he could kiss your swollen lips once again. He needed to reel himself in before he ravishes you right here right now.
Wooyoung was mad at himself, he wanted to take his time, give you the 'Wooyoung experience' you deserved. Reluctantly he pulls his lips from yours, you fall back lazily onto your elbows. Your chest rising and falling as you gasped for breath. You were so enamoured with the attention he was paying to your lips, it was like he couldn't get enough of kissing you. Almost as if you were two magnets constantly drawn to one another.
He pulls back, his hand tugging on your bra strap, "I want this off." He demands looking at you with hazy eyes. You waste no time with his command, using one hand to awkwardly reach behind and unclasp it in one swift motion before pushing it to the side, "good girl."
You shudder at the praise, looking at him with the same lust filled expression he was giving you. He smirked as he felt your body tremor beneath his. He has you exactly where he wanted you.
He leans over you, reconnecting your lips, you were too busy enjoying the taste of his mouth as he kissed you deeper, slipping his tongue in your mouth expertly to distract you from the fact that his fingers had curled around the switchblade he keep hidden under his pillow.
He opens his eyes mid kiss to locate your hands, grabbing them and pining them above your head, holding them there with one hand in case you realised what was about to happen. The last thing he wanted was you freaking out on him.
He kisses you deeper and you let out a small groan into his mouth, he uses the change in pace and flicks the blade open, hooking his thumb under the waist band of your panties before cutting through them on one side in one motion. He switches hands, moving the knife around you while keeping you busy with his mouth. He switches hands, this time cutting them completely off, you gasp as the cold air reaches your naked, soaked clit. Wooyoung grabs the scrap of your devastatingly soaked panties, he groans into your mouth, stuffing them into his pocket without you noticing.
Immediately claimed as property of Wooyoung. He tucks the blade back under the pillow, what you didn't know didn't hurt you. Wooyoung was a master of distraction with his tongue, and he couldn't want to show you what else he could do with it.
You shivered uncomfortably, you didn't know it yet but this would be the last time you ever saw Seonghwa's gift, in one piece at least.
Wooyoung moves from your lips, kissing your jaw, your throat, before moving down to your breasts. He groans and grabs them in his hands, kneading you and rolling your nipples in between his fingers, you gasp and arch your back involuntarily as you look into his desire filled eyes, he takes a nipple in his mouth while maintaining eye contact, gently sucking on you while continuing to massage your breasts.
You let out a moan, your knees bending on their own accord, your toes clench in anticipation. Fuck. You wanted to scream. You feel goosebumps rise against your skin, he was touching you everywhere but where you need him most.
"Please," you beg. You felt his mouth twitch against your sensitive nipple.
"I can't hear you," he murmurs, nuzzling into your other breast, deeper as he gently bites down on your nipple, a mix of pleasure and pain floods you, you let out a breathy moan.
"Please. Please Wooyoung. I need you," your girly whining and pleading was enough for him to surrender to your request immediately. He releases your sensitive nipple before moving down towards the end of the bed, sitting up on his knees before spreading your legs so they rested either side of him. Your clit was fully exposed to the cold air, your whole body ridden with goosebumps as you clutched the sheets of his bed tightly between your fists, your knuckles were flushed white, courteous of how tight your iron grip was. Your body bare while he was completely clothed. Your power dynamic on full display.
You didn't even realise he hadn't taken an article of clothing off until now. You were stripped bare in front of him, a stranger—a boy that you had only just met less than a few hours ago. It was almost humiliating.
He looked down at your body. Your nipples were red, irritated in the best way possible from his oral assault before trailing up to your pretty neck he so desperately wanted his hand around. And lastly, his gaze finally moved to your face. He almost came alone at the sight of your swollen lips and your pleasured out eyes, your hair was already messed up and that same blush that rose on your cheeks so easily for him. He was using so much self restraint to be gentle but when you looked the way you do... there were so many bad, bad things he wanted to say to you—wanted to do to you.
For you this was uncharted territory, but for Wooyoung you were territory waiting to be marked.
With those thoughts in mind he got off the bed, taking his shirt off first. He didn't want you to wait any longer than you already had, and truthfully—he didn't either.
You let your eyes rake over his chest, completely enamoured by all the tattoos, you could hardly focus on any as you looked over his muscly arms. You were shamelessly looking, coming to the realisation that he would be able to see how much you desired him once he finally paid attention to where you so desperately needed regardless. Your eyes trailed down his prominent v line, your knees involuntarily falling in towards each other at the sight. This man must have been carefully sculpted by god for centuries.
He smirks down at your shivering form, parted red lips, knees that were closing in on themselves. He knew exactly what he was doing to you. Truth be told he almost felt guilty for leaving you like this, but the disturbingly evil part of him wanted to deprave you of his touch for as long as possible.
You watch with anticipation mixed with fear as he unbuckles his belt, you were scared to see what lay beneath.
He watched your reaction with a smirk, already picturing the look on your face as he undoes the button on his jeans, not bothering to properly take off his belt before he pulled down the zipper, he tugged his pants and underwear down in one swift motion, his large cock springing free from its cage. You let out a whimper at the sight, your mouth parting in disbelief as you looked down at him.
He stood erect, his bulbous tip a darker red, angry as it leaked with pre-cum. He was thick, too thick. It was handcrafted, chiseled with veins, ones you wouldn't mind spending forever memorising. You have seen dicks before, multiple. But none as pretty as this one—none as big as this one and for your first—you didn't think it would even be possible to fit.
He gets on the bed, shielding you from the view of his cock. He noticed your sheer panic and didn't want to worry at this very moment. He wasn't going to fuck you right now, he would be kind and stretch you out with his fingers first. But before it got to that—he was long due for a taste of you.
His warm hands find your knees, spreading them apart to reveal a completely thigh soaked mess. He groaned at the sight, your pretty pink pussy was saturated in your own desire, he could smell it from here.
"Jesus Christ '___.' What are you doing to me?" He leans down and tenderly kisses the inside of your knee, unable to take his eyes away from your heavenly oasis. He stared down at you like a man starved of water.
"Wooyoung," his name falls from your lips in a pleading tone, you watch as he shudders his gaze snapping to yours with a silent threat. You shiver.
This man was going to destroy you.
"Say my name like that one more time," his tone comes with a warning as he stares down into your eyes, "go on, say it." He almost growls, your legs shudder as he holds them open, you could feel your pussy getting colder the longer he refused to touch it, you were almost about to cry, begging to be touched. But you refused to make a peep as he was threatening you with something you probably wouldn't be able to handle. Suddenly he leans forward, looming over you, solidifying your theory as he grasped your neck, adding a little bit of pressure as he whispered in your ear.
"If you say my name like that again, I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk straight until the day you die."
He pulls away, kissing your lips and jaw before settling back between your legs. He pries them completely open, holding your thighs down against the bed so you couldn't move. He looks down at your glistening clit, biting his lip, sucking that silver ring further into his mouth as he takes his time memorising the sight of you. You throw your head back against his pillows, they were soft and offered some comfort during the painstakingly long wait he was forcing you through.
His cock twitched, it itched to be inside you. He too was now done waiting. His warm tongue gently comes in direct contact with your clit, you let out a small cry of surprise, expecting anything other than him going straight for the jugular.
Your thighs attempt to close on their own accord. This was the first time anyone had eaten you out, your clit ached at its first exposure.
Wooyoung's eyes snap to yours as you lift your head, desperate to see what he was doing down there that had you so vulnerable. He was testing to see how you reacted. He was gentle, of course he was. Now he knew that you were hyper sensitive, he knew how to treat you, you were on edge, terrified of what he was going to do next between your very vulnerable area.
He maintains eye contact with you, moving downwards to start somewhere easier, somewhere he knew you'd be able to handle, he wanted to gain your trust.
His tongue gently reaches out, slowly dragging up against your folds, fathering your cold residue he had helped you create on his tongue as he bought it back into his mouth. He groans in satisfaction at the way you tasted. You were exactly what he needed, something sweet after a meal. Your back arches and your cry out in pleasure, overwhelmed by the new sensation as he goes back in for more.
His tongue was warm against your cunt, you could feel your body shake already, your toes clenched in anticipation at each stroke of his tongue, every contact Wooyoung made your body jolt. You wanted to close your legs so badly. What he was doing to you was torture. It felt so good—that it felt bad. You couldn't handle it, but he was making you take it.
You finally find your voice after panting and crying out in pleasure, "Wooyoung please," you manage to get the words out, you struggle to swallow, your throat was so dry. He ignores your pleads, nuzzling himself deeper between your thighs as he sticks his tongue into your soaked pussy. You cry out as his nose gently drags against your clit with his tongue swirling deep inside of you. Your head falls back against the pillows as your knees uncontrollably shake, you were so close to your release and he had barely been eating you out for two minutes.
He pulls back from your pussy and you can finally breathe, you gasp, trying to close your shaking, aching legs them but he doesn't budge, holding your thighs securely against the bed. "Look at me." He demands. You whimper and lift your head off the pillows to look down at him. He was devastatingly beautiful, the whole lower half of his face was drenched with your juices.
"Don't look away from me again or I can't promise I'll be as gentle as I want to be," his threat didn't go unheard, you nod your head in understanding, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth as you stared down at him pathetically, struggling to stop your body from its uncontrollable shuddering.
"Be a good girl for me and use your words," the sentence makes you want to fold in half as a shiver runs down your spine. A good girl. You wanted to be a good girl for him, you wanted to please him so badly.
"I'll be a good girl," you desperately try and appease him, desperate for him to do something—anything.
"Good," the one simple word has your relaxing slightly before his mouth comes in contact with your cunt again, eating it just how he was before, you were getting sensitive now. You ached but it felt so so good. He looks up at you, maintaining eye contact the whole time as he eats you out, your toes clench as he pulls his tongue away before giving your pussy a kiss, you watch with wide eyes, scared of what's to come as he moves up, his tongue darting out to circle around your sensitive clit, I cry out in pleasure, your body collapsing in on itself at the intensity of the pleasurable act.
Wooyoung smirks against you and gently blows cool air on your sensitive clit, you yelp and your hand darts out, fingers tangling in his hair as you do your best to push him away from your sensitive bundle of nerves. He was such a brat.
A small sound of surprise leaves your lip as your eyes rest on the newly discovered piercing that sat in the corner of his eyebrow. Fuck. You were fucked, you didn't think he could get any hotter—yet here he was. He wasn't mad that you grabbed his hair. No. He loved it. All he needed now was to feel you, to feel you snug around him, legs wrapped around his waist, nails clawing at his back, drawing blood as you moaned his name.
But first he needed to finish what he started.
You watch as the pulls back lifting his hand up to his mouth before spitting onto his fingers. The sight makes you freeze for a second, catching you off guard before you quickly realise what was happening, he slowly eases a finger inside of you, leaving one of your legs free, his tongue coming back to swirl around your clit, exactly how he knew you liked it.
You arch your back at the sudden intrusion, before you knew it his whole finger was in, it stung and bought tears to your eyes as you looked down at him, he looked at you with hooded eyes, groaning against your clit, amazing at how tight you were.
Was this a good time to tell him? Was it too late to tell him?
"God—you're so fucking tight," he groans against your throbbing clit, you could handle the double sensation of his tongue and the internal invasion of his finger either. He curled it up inside you and you cried out in pleasure as he found your sweet spot. "You can only cum when I say so princess," he warns you, knowing you were on the brink of having your first orgasm for tonight.
Your senses were sending you into overdrive and you struggled to keep your head up. You could bare to look into his pussy drunk eyes and be expect not to cum as his finger and mouth worked in perfect unison. He makes a change, pushing a second finger in. You were wet enough now to not need any spit, but your cunt ached as he stretched it open, it wasn't used to this much attention. you let out a small cry in pain, your leg closed in towards his head and you try to push him him out.
"Be a good girl. You can do it," Wooyoung encourages. Placing a kiss directly on your clit to distract you. Unsurprisingly to him, it serves its purpose. He watches as you yelp, jolting at the sudden direct contact. Your legs moves back to its original position despite the urge to snap your legs shut. He slides his fingers further into you without you noticing as you focus on your throbbing clit and wanting to obey his instructions.
He places a kiss on the inside of your thigh as he feels you shake. He knew you were close. He moves his thumb to stimulate your sensitive bud, replacing his mouth as his fingers curl upwards inside of you, stretching you open, preparing you for the main course. "That's it, you're my good girl," he moves his fingers in and out, gently at first, enjoying the way you clench around him.
He leans his cheek against your shaking thigh, looking up at you from under his eyelashes, watching as you slowly turn into the wrecked version of yourself he's been waiting to see all night. You look into his eyes, you were so overstimulated that tears were escaping your eyes as you stared into his, filled with unforgiving. You had been teasing him all night with those innocent smiles, and that damn blush that was now replaced by a sex crazed flush. He didn't feel mercy for you, more making you feel so good. Everyone knew there was no rest for the wicked.
You were also a beautiful mess, and it was all because of him. Wooyoung was struggling to hold himself back from taking you exactly the way he wanted. He would have loved it, but you not so much.
He quickened the pace, your fingers were still tangled in his hair, gripping the strands at his scalp, breathy moans left your mouth as his thumb expertly rubbed circling around your sensitive clit. He loved watching the way you twitched, the way you responded to well to him, the sounds you were making that were for only for him.
Wooyoung watches as you slowly loose yourself, sitting up as you start gaping, he doesn't let his hands falter in pace. He doesn't change a single thing. Your moans are shallow, your body tense, you were so breathtaking to watch, your knees were bent, your clenched toes barely touching the comforter as you struggled to fight off the most intense orgasm you were ever about it have.
God wasn't real. He wasn't real when heaven laid right in front of his eyes.
"Woo—fuck! I cant," a sob racks your body as you struggle to hold on for him, you were trying your absolute best to be the good girl he wanted you to be.
"Beg for it," Wooyoung's voice comes out deeper than usual, he was flushed out, his cock ached and twitched as he replayed the way you accidentally called him by his nickname, loving the way it sounded coming from your mouth. He was ready to watch you cum, he was ready to watch you come undone for the first time at his hand and unbeknownst to him he was the first person to watch you come undone—ever.
But first you needed to earn it. He needed you to hear you beg.
"Please. Please woo—please let me cum," there it was again. He felt precum leak from his tip, he needed to be inside of you. He wanted to you to cum for being such a good girl, he needed you too. He needed to taste you.
"Cum for me baby," his words cause you to let out a breathy moan, your back arches off the bed as he hits that spots inside you that sends you over the edge. You tighten your grip on his hair, slightly pulling him towards you as an orgasm ripples through your body.
Wooyoung watches intently as he makes you squirt, your body shudders sporadically, your legs shake uncontrollably as he helps you ride out your orgasm. You moans die down to helpless whimpers, your cheeks were a blotchy red, hair messy, lips puffy, your makeup was running and you were sure you looked like a hot mess. But as Wooyoung started at you all he could think was, what did he do right for once in his life to have you lying here like this, on his bed? Who gave him the right to be able to admire such art up close and personal?
You look down between your legs seeing the mess you've made of yourself, or rather, the mess Wooyoung made of you, "I'm sorry," you croak out softly, unsure if he actually heard it.
"Don't be. You did exactly what you were supposed to. You were such a good girl for me," Wooyoung's praise makes you relax slightly into the soft bed below, you hum in satisfaction, unable to give him a proper response as you swallowed dryly.
You watched as he tears his gaze from your face, looking at the damage he's caused your body, you finally let your head fall back against the pillow as your legs shake uncontrollably. You close your eyes as you struggle to close your legs. You quickly jolt and open your eyes as hands come down to rest on your legs, spreading them open again. You watch as Wooyoung's head disappears between your thighs.
You tense up and let out a whimper as he cleans up the mess you've made between your legs. You almost cry out as his tongue touches your sensitive bud. It was too much. You were too sensitive. He was being cruel at this point.
You loose track of time as he cleans you up with his tongue, and after what feels like forever he finally comes up for air, wiping his face with the back of his hand before crawling between your legs and leaning over you.
You look down between your legs to see his legs throbbing cock. Selfishly you wanted to curl over and die, you didn't even want to think about engaging in another sexual act at this very second. Wooyoung leans back into a kneeling position on his knees, a black water bottle now in hand.
You look up at him as he pushes it towards you, wanting you to take it from him. You do. Sitting up, you reach for it, shakily taking it from his hands. Your whole body felt like jelly, your cheeks were flushed, hair matted, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath.
Wooyoung looks over you, smiling down at you softly as you flick the straw up and start drinking, you maintain eye contact with him, wondering what was running through his mind. Slowly, he reaches out, gently running his hands over your hair, doing his best to smooth it down as you drank from his water bottle.
The one he never let anyone touch.
You finish drinking, feeling a lot better already, you shakily extent your arm out, offering him his own water bottle. Silently suggesting he hydrate himself. He takes you up on your silent offer, drinking from the same straw you just did a few second ago.
His gesture was intimate. You couldn't help but wonder how many other girls have shared the same straw you just did. You didn't want to think like that, not now. It didn't matter. This was a one night stand. He would forget all about you once he took another girl to the same spot you were occupying right now.
The way he looked at you. Like you were something worth savouring... it scared you. How could he look you in your eyes like that knowing you were only here to warm his bed?
He leans past you, putting his drink bottle back in the same place. You stay sitting up, his torso brushed your shoulder. Seeing him up close, his body this close to yours. You finally got a whiff of his body cologne, it was an intoxicating scent of cinnamon and oakwood. The tip of his still erect cock touched the bottom of your stomach, smearing precum against it.
Despite your legs shaking you could feel yourself getting wet again. Truthfully you were scared, would he be gentle? Would it even make a difference if you told him it was your first time?
You didn't have time to think before he was leaning back over to you, your faces now inches apart, you look up into his eyes, unknowingly giving him that same obedient look he goes crazy for, his eyes flick to your lips before he swallows, "I'm going to kiss you now," he murmurs, his jaw clenches before his next words, "and then I'm going to fuck you." His eyes snap up to yours.
Your eyes widen at the intensity of his stare. You quickly realise he wasn't playing around as his soft lips come crashing down onto yours. This kiss was different from earlier, he was faster, it was hotter, he was hornier. His teeth clash against yours as his hands move to under your thighs, pulling you down underneath him and onto your back on his bed. You gasp into his mouth and he moans, gently moving his hips against yours. You could feel the veins of his cock as it slid against your stomach.
"I have been so patient. I don't think I can wait any longer," he groans as his cock slides against your stomach one last time your legs shake either side of him as you struggle to keep up with his unpredictable kissing as he moans into your mouth, the sound of him had your pussy wet.
He kisses your lips once more, before kissing your jaw and moving down to your neck. "I'm gonna go slow, ok? Tell me if it hurts too much." You leave your eyes closed as you nod in agreement He gently sucks on your neck, trying to distract you from the looming presence of his bulbous tip that slid down between your slick folds, smearing more precum in its path before resting at your entrance.
You gasp as he pushes his hips forward, you knew he'd be big—but not this big. Tears prick your eyes as he slowly pushes in, you try your best not to make a sound as he sucks on the joint between your shoulder and neck. It was a good distraction, his tongue came out as he sucked, soothing some of the bruising skin. It felt good, it felt great.
You could feel yourself relax more over time. You were making progress, Wooyoung gently rocks back and forth slowly, wanting nothing more than to slam inside of you, to feel you clench around him, screaming his name. You were really putting his self restraint to the test. He knew he'd have to take his time, even if that meant being here all night—which he gladly would if that were the case.
"You're so fucking tight," he groans, forcing you to take a little bit more. You moan out in pain, your nails were digging painfully into his arms, he groaned as you did it, that twisted past in him loved the way it burned, knowing the reason behind it was because he was stretching you out. It was in Wooyoung's nature, He couldn't help the sense of pride that came over him, as he looked up at your pain contorted face, proud he was able to have you in such shambles over the stretch of his tip alone. He continued his assault on your neck, marking his territory as compensation for testing his sanity, for doing his best to not hold you down and pound you into the mattress like he was imagining.
Wooyoung gently thrusts forward, ignoring all the devil over his shoulder that was telling him to let you have it. You try and force yourself to relax, unaware of Wooyoung's inner turmoil. You wanted to make this stranger proud, you wanted to take all of him. You wanted to feel good. You cried out and clutched his shoulders as his tip pushed past your entrance, "you did so good baby. The hard part is over." Wooyoung consoles you as you arch your back. Naturally your body was trying to push him out, not used to the foreign feeling of something this size inside of you. You try and fight the feeling, trying to accommodate his tip regardless of the pain it was causing you.
He leans back up, wiping the tears you didn't know had fallen, "it's ok. It will feel good soon, I promise. I just need you to be a good girl for now," he kisses you on the lips, your eyebrows furrow and you close your eyes into the kiss, whimpering in agreement while suffering in silence. He holds your hips down, gently rocking his hips back and forth to create some friction, he kisses back down your neck, moving down to your breasts.
Wooyoung took it slowly, gently rocking back and forth, adding a small amount of length into you each time your walls would allow it. You became mute as his mouth came in contact with your nipple, sucking and swirling his tongue around his new favourite toy. Wooyoung looked up at you as he pulled backwards, his mouth coming off you with a clean pop, his unspoken look of possessiveness had you feeling stuck. You needed this man and you needed him badly.
"Kiss me," you almost beg. The way he slowly forced himself inside of you had your knees weaker than they already were, you were shaking uncontrollably, he was too much for you to handle right now, but you were going to take him, all of him, even if it was the last thing you did.
Wooyoung wasted no time, responding to your request, he leans over you, his lips meeting yours in an eager manner. His kiss was possessive, primal. His control was on the brink of snapping.
"I'm going to start moving now. It will hurt, but if I don't start pushing you further right now—I know soon I'll do something I'll regret." Wooyoung pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes closing tightly as his mind burns with imagines of hurting you out of his own selfish desire.
"Ok," your voice came out small, scared of that he could possibly mean by the ominous sentence. Your one word of acknowledgment sent Wooyoung into overdrive, he pushed forward into you, his large cock now half way inside of you within a blink of an eye as you painfully stretched around him. Your back arched and you whined out in pain, his lips moved to swallow your cries as he moved back and forth, pushing in and out of you at a torturously slow pace. He let out a strained moan as your cunt tried to push him out before he forced himself back in.
He starts to fuck you like this. Even if he only fit half way, it was a start. In a few minutes you would be full of him, Wooyoung was never so sure of something in his life.
Slowly the pain started to subside and you could feel him, you could feel the way your walls clenched around his thick, veiny cock, slowly starting to pull him in instead of pushing him out.
A person who was a stranger to you merely hours ago was now the closest anyone has ever been to you. He was the first and only person to be inside you, the only person who had made you burn so good that you craved more.
And god knows he felt so fucking good.
"Please," you beg as you cry, you didn't realise you were crying as he gently fucks you open, you didn't know what you were begging for, more or mercy...
What he gives you definitely wasn't the latter. He thrusts up into you, shoving his cock deeper inside, swallowing your screams of pain and surprise as he kisses you. He swallowed every cry and moan as he moved his hips, rocking them into yours, his cock delving deeper into you with each individual thrust.
"God—You're so fucking tight," he moans into your lips, his hips snapping into yours, forcing you take him. You felt as if you're were going to split in half. Your body racked with sobs as you did your best to accommodate his large cock, your nails dig into his back drawing blood.
"Please. Fuck me," your soft voice cries out against his plush lips, you couldn't handle it anymore. You needed it to feel good. Even if it meant you couldn't handle it for a few minutes.
"Fuck—baby. Just remember you asked for it," as soon as you said it you wish you could take back your words but it was already too late. With a sharp snap of his hips Wooyoung buries himself balls deep inside of your pussy, forcing you to take his whole length. You screamed but his reaction was quicker. His hand covered your mouth, your screams of discomfort were muffled as he worked overtime forcing you take his cock. He held your thighs up using his knees. Forcing his cock deep into your virgin pussy—fucking you deep into the mattress like you deserved.
The burn of Wooyoung's cock felt so good, it was becoming somewhat bareable in an uncomfortable way. He looks down at you, a small smile tugging at his lips as he pants, relishing in the euphoria of the way your virgin pussy fit him, as if it were tailored just for him.
Wooyoung doesn't let up, his pace doesn't falter as he fucks you harder. You were getting used to him, the pain was slowly subsiding, his breathy moans of both pain and pleasure met your ears as your tight pussy threatened to crush his cock. You could feel yourself giving in to him, loving the way you hear wet noises coming from your pussy as it suctioned him back in whenever he slightly pulled out. Your body was responding so well to him—you were responding so well to him.
Your breathy yells and cries turn into moans of subtle pain and pleasure as he fucked you. His hips snap into yours, meeting your pelvis harshly. "You think you can handle me now baby girl? You think you can be a good girl for me and take it like you were made to?" His words have you crying out in pleasure.
Fuck. Yes. Yes, you could, you wanted to scream at the top of your lungs, but nothing came out—you couldn't even speak.
"Be a good girl and use your words," he scolds you like a child, continuing to roll his hips into yours as he looked down at you with a threatening look dancing in his near-obsidian eyes.
"I'll be a good girl," your sexed out voice surprised you as you let out a small breathy moan. Your eyes fluttered closed as you gripped Wooyoung's back, the reason for it slowly shifting over from pain to pleasure.
"Whose?" Wooyoung's possessive tone didn't go unnoticed. You shiver at his question. He wanted to hear you call yourself his.
You weren't strong by any means while under his body, caged in by his tattooed, muscular arms. So you give in, you give him exactly what he wants.
"I'm yours," something in Wooyoung snapped. He sat up, lifting your shaking legs and sitting your ankles on his shoulders before leaning down over you, silently demanding your unrequited obedience as he folded you into such submissive and intimate position.
He leans down, giving you a gentle, long-lasting kiss on your lips, your knees pressed down into the mattress beside your head before he sends his first thrust down into you. The new angle was sharp and deep, you cry out in pleasure regardless of the new ache you mentally added onto the list of how Wooyoung found new ways to abuse and bruise the inside of your pussy. Your lust for him was growing stronger with each and every passing thrust. You got wetter, relaxing and finally giving yourself to him. Wooyoung was pleased with his earlier decision, the wait for you to get used to him was well worth it.
His thrusts never falter as he sets the pace, you have no obligation but to go along, he had you folded beneath him, trapped underneath him.
Not realising he was balls deep inside of you until they were slapping against your ass. Fucking you as if it were is own right.
You could feel every individual vein his cock had to offer. Clenching around his cock, desperate to keep it inside of you as he pulled back, "fuck baby, you're so fucking tight, you're so fucking good for me," he growls, his hand coming between your legs to grip your neck, you could feel the now warm metal from his ring on his middle finger press into the soft skin of your throat.
He bites his lip to stop himself from smirking as he looks down at his hand that was gently cutting off your airways. Loving the way you were so vulnerable and submissive underneath him. To Wooyoung, throughout the whole night you had always looked utterly breathtaking, but this sight of you, the flushed cheeks, your swollen parted lips, your messy hair, your expressive eyebrows paired with those pleading eyes—this was by far his favourite.
This was art no one could ever dare dream to recreate. His cock pulsed as your walls clenched around him. You were soaked, pain long forgotten as you greedily take every inch of his massive cock. You loved the way his ring clad hand felt against your throat, the way he looked down at you with nothing other than pure, carnal desire. You were soaked for him, you could feel your own juices running down through your legs, making its way down between your asscheeks to soak the bed beneath you.
You were utterly humiliated by how desperately you desired him. He knew it too. His cock was slipping inside of you with such ease. Never in his life had he had a woman quite like you. At least none equally as wet to beautiful.
His cock had stretched you to its max, pushing more of your desire out with each thrust, leaving you with an uncomfortably wet puddle beneath you, staining his charcoal bedsheets.
You were close, your hips and legs ached like never before. A dance practice—a show even, has never had you feeling this exhausted. You were both sweaty, both desperate to get what you wanted from each other. Wooyoung's long hair stuck to his forehead and the back of his neck. You could see it dripping down his toned, tattooed abs between the small gap between your bodies. You were going to cum just from the sight.
"You're so. Fucking. Perfect," Wooyoung growls as he starts to pound into you with an animalistic force. You cry out, your legs were shaking against his shoulders as he took you whichever way he wanted.
"Fuck—Woo—I can't handle it," you cry out, your clit was drenched by your own fault, his defined V line brushed against it with each brutal thrust he unsparingly sent your way.
"Yes you can, be a good girl for me. Do as your told," the last line was a threat as he clenched his jaw painfully tight, sending a warning thrust into you that had your pelvis clashing against his, you yelp in shock as he reached between your legs, using his hand around your throat to hold himself up as his fingers come to your already overstimulated clit, you choke out a gasp as his hand tightens around your neck, almost cutting off your airways as he uses it to keep his balance, keeping his brutal thrusts consistent as he shamelessly tortured your sensitive bundle of nerves.
You came to your consensus. Wooyoung was evil. You were sure anyone sane would agree. This act was unforgiving.
Your moans were uncontrollable as he used his fingers to pinch the plush skin either side of your clit, using it as a stimulant that had an uncontrollable moan leaving your lips as he thrusted into you, not once giving up his pace.
You were getting close, so close. You could feel him in your stomach, you could feel every twitch his cock made against your tight walls. Your throat was aching, it was bone dry. You were unaware of how undeniably void of air you were until Wooyoung slightly relaxes his hand that stayed pressed against your neck. You find yourself gasping for breath as his cock continued to hit that spot that made your toes curl, you could feel yourself starting to cramp from the constant flow of pleasure that made your toes temporarily stuck. Your nails were constantly fighting for a stable grip on his back as your body was forcefully thrown unequivocally deep into the mattress with each forceful thrust.
Wooyoung leans over you once again, eager to catch your lips in a desperate sloppy kiss as he selfishly leaves you struggling to breathe again, regardless, you melt into his needy lips. You were in bliss, both of you reaching a flow state of mutual sex and fuck—between his harsh thrusts that met your G spot with each motion, his fingers teasing your clit and his lips pressed harshly against yours—you were sure you were about to meet God prematurely.
You moan and cry out into his mouth, your body was shuddering as you reach close to your high. You knew that now was the time you had to ask for permission before you reached the point of no return. "Wooyoung please. Can I cum please?" You murmur into his mouth between his sex-drunk kisses, trying to think of anything other than the overwhelming pressure building up in your lower abdomen.
"Jesus fucking christ—say my name again," he demands as his eyebrows furrow pure pleasure, he himself didn't know if he could wait any longer as he thrusts desperately into you, all the blood rushing to his cock as it begged for release.
"Please Wooyoung. Please—fuck," you gasp as you twitch, courteous of the brutally forceful thrust he gifts you in response to his name slipping from your lips.
"Woo—please." You whimper into his mouth. You sounded so desperate. So pathetic.
That's exactly what Wooyoung liked about it.
"Fuck '___.' You've been so fucking good—cum for me baby." Telling you the words you've been so eager to hear, he pinches your clit, tipping you over the edge. The pleasure in your lower stomach was way too much, you cried out as you succumbed to your orgasm, your clit and cunt spasm simultaneously as you squirt for the second time tonight, coating Wooyoung's pelvis as if it was your personal blank canvas.
"God fuck. Baby. What are you doing to me?" He groans out, your pussy clenches and unclenches around him as he you come down from your high, your arms loosened around from around his back, falling down to his arm that held your throat. He removes his other hand from your clit, coming up beside your head for more stability. Wooyoung continues his thrusts, they were untimed, unplanned but came within quick succession. His grip on your throat tightened once again as he sat up a little, taking in as much of your orgasmed out expression as he possibly could. He let out a moan as he took in the sign of you, he was shuddering inside of you purely at how utterly wrecked you were because of him.
You were so blissed out, your brain was empty as Wooyoung chased his own release inside of you, sending you three more harsh—needy thrusts into you before knocking his hips harshly into yours once more. His knees were either side of your pushed back thighs, completely locking you down, the base of his cock pressed tightly against the bottom of your pelvis as his cock twitched hard, he pulsed inside of you, spasming as he came to his own high, incongruously sending rope after rope of cum as deep into you as he possibly could, despite his lack of seeking consent.
Wooyoung slumps forward as his hips twitched, his lips finding yours as he moans out your name into them. Slowly, he rocks his hips back and forth as your pussy clenches around him, milking him as it starts to become hyper-sensitive. You slowly start to come back from your high as Wooyoung begins the same process. You let go of his arm that was still wrapped around your neck, you felt so incredibly weak and you resist the urge to whine as your legs shake uncontrollably, your muscles ached after being folded in half for Wooyoung's pleasure for so long.
Wooyoung huffs in exhaustion while still on top of you, giving you one last lasting peck on your bruised, windburned lips before sitting up a little higher. He removes his dominating hand from your throat, looking down at you as he pants for air, his cock was starting to soften inside of you, his own legs shaking a little.
Wooyoung reads your expression, you were exhausted, and so so sexed out. He knew if he stayed in you any longer that it wouldn't take him long to get hard again. He knew you wouldn't be able to handle that. Not this time at least.
Slowly, he starts to pull out, not wanting to shock your body by the instant loss of his mass. A shameless sense of pride overcame him knowing you were filled to brim with his release. No one else got the privilege to say the Jung Wooyoung had cum inside of them, let alone fuck them without a condom. You were the only person who brought out another side out of him that Wooyoung himself couldn't even explain.
You look up at him with eyes half closed as he helped you slowly lower your shaking legs. Your cunt pulsed as it struggled to shrink back to its normal state. You were gaped, and truely and utterly exhausted. Wooyoung shuffled back slightly so he could turn you onto your side, taking his time to help you close your legs together as you curled into a somewhat fetal position on his bed. You didn't know what to say, you could barely even form a thought. It was a miracle you could keep your eyes open. You faced his bedside table, staring at the digital alarm clock that burned your eyes with its red LED. Nine thirty-seven. You had been here for over two hours, it was your first day of your new college today.
Wooyoung's tongue darts out of his mouth to lick his lips. He tries to suppress his smirk at the sight of your bruised and battered skin, and the way your whole lower body shook uncontrollably from how devastatingly fucked you just got. All of it was because of him. Your neck was impressively littered with multiple of Wooyoung's love bites, ranging from dark blues to purples—ones he knew you'd freak out over once you laid eyes on them. But in all honesty, his favourite mark was an already forming bruise where his ring had been pressed against your dainty neck. The others were a mark of possession, but that one was a mark of domination.
You were his sub, and now he had to honour his due diligence as a dom.
You watch as he tenderly moves your hair from your sweaty, swollen face, his hand coming up to cup your jaw, rubbing his thumb over your parted lip as you caught your breath. Your throat burned, you were grateful he hadn't crushed your windpipe.
Had it come time for you to take your leave?
He suddenly speaks, subconsciously answering your question, "you did incredibly. You were such a good girl for me. Rest now. Stay here and let me refill the water for you. I'll be back in a second to clean you up." All you could offer him was a small hum of agreement.
His duality of switching from almost choking you out to being so attentive and caring was impressive. He was probably used to it—he was good at it, he was a little too good at it.
When he walked back in you wanted to tell him that you needed to leave, that you had somewhere you needed to be early tomorrow. But right now you weren't even sure if you could move.
You could hear Wooyoung's footsteps in the near distance, realising he was coming back with the water he promised you. You watch the door as he walks back in, still as naked as the day he was born, even soft he was still huge, your release still remained on his abdomen. Admittedly it was one of the most attractive sights you had ever had the pleasure of laying your eyes on.
You couldn't get the image of him naked and erect, standing over you the way he was out of your head even if you tried. Your eyes finally flick up to his face, watching as he suppressed his smirk with a smile, noticing you checking him out.
Even though you weren't horny anymore you definitely agreed with your earlier sex crazed self—he was undeniably attractive. He had such a unique and breathtaking face.
"I got you the water," he holds up the same water bottle you were drinking from earlier, "I also have wipes and a cloth," he holds up the others in his other hand as he walks towards you, only offering you the water.
His soft smile makes your heart flutter as he joins you on the bed. You gratefully take the water bottle from his hands as you sit up on your elbow. Your legs were still shaking uncontrollably, it was almost embarrassing at this point. You were completely destroyed and he was perfectly normal. It was unfair that even after sex he looked so beautiful while you probably looked the you barely survived a high speed car crash.
"Thank you," your voice cracks, barely able to finish the words. You were humiliated. Clearing your throat you quickly flick open the straw and start guzzling down the water like nobody was watching. You make a mental note to never let yourself reach that level of dehydration ever again.
Wooyoung smiles widely at you, "it's really no problem. I'm more than willing." He didn't lie. He was more than willing. When he invited other women over to his apartment he would always offer them a wet cloth, making them clean the mess themselves, but not you. No. He was going to be the one taking care of you. Not just today. But each time you decide to come over in the future, he'll be here, a warm, damp cloth in hand to clean you up. Every. Single. Time.
"Spread your legs for me if you can princess," you shiver at the nickname as you drink, bringing your eyes to him to see if he noticed the way you reacted to his little habit of calling you pet names that drove you crazy.
Was he aware of the unspoken hold he had on you?
You struggle to spread your legs, he helps you, gently and slowly taking his time as he dragged the warm cloth between your thighs, cleaning you up as much as possible without disturbing your current relaxed state.
It was quiet between the two of you for a beat. It was comfortable. Wooyoung breaks the silence. "Music," he randomly says. You look up at him in confusion and pull your lips from the straw, flicking it back down into place as you give him your full attention, he looks up at you with that same grin from earlier on his stupidly handsome face, loving your confused stare. "It means music in Korean."
You hold your breath, looking back and forth between his eyes as you chew on your bottom lip, he glances down at your mouth. "What does?" You ask. Suddenly very confused. You didn't remember asking him anything.
He tilts his head in the direction of his desk, glancing over at it before talking again, "the book you were touching earlier."
"You write music?" You suddenly ask, your mind suddenly distracted from your overthinking almost entirely.
He nods. "I do. Maybe I'll show you something next time."
Next time. Your brain short circuits at his words. He wanted there to be a next time? Did you?
Wooyoung notices your slight panic. It was his turn to be caught off guard. But he wouldn't let anyone else catch that. He never brought the same woman back twice. It was always a one and done. You both intrigued him and confused him. Usually he was the one giving mixed signals, now he was on the receiving end. It was safe to say Wooyoung now knew how it felt, and now that he knew that information—he didn't know how to feel.
"That would be lovely," you manage to say out loud, putting on your famous award winning smile you do when you want people to believe something, when you wanted someone to do something.
Truth be told you didn't know if you'd come back and see Wooyoung again of course you wanted to, but you knew more than anyone that the guilt you were about to feel would possibly be too much.
Wooyoung perked up slightly at your answer, that wasn't a rejection. But your immediate response to his statement had him feeling iffy.
You felt bad, Wooyoung seemed like a sweet guy, his overall look and vibe would be enough to turn anyone away at the sight, not wanting to get caught up with someone who looked like trouble if they were anything like you. But for you—that's what attracted you to him, because he was everything you know you shouldn't want.
Wooyoung silently went back to finishing cleaning between your legs and thighs, making sure to get around the back part of you that pooled down onto the bed. He was taking extra care of you, as if anymore more would break you. Your legs were still trembling, at this rate you were sure they were gonna be stuck like this forever.
"Thank you," you smile at him as he gently closes your sensitive legs. You were getting cold, he noticed it too.
"You're welcome. You can stay here tonight, you won't be able to makes it home when your legs are like that, you must be exhausted," he offers, biting his lip before quickly letting it go. He didn't want you to see that he was nervous while he offered. He wanted to sit here and give you every excuse as to why you should stay. But he doesn't. He holds himself back. He didn't fully understand how or why he wanted you to stay but he couldn't bear the thought of you leaving so soon. He never let girls stay here. Wooyoung didn't do nights, he never stayed—never let the women who came here stay either.
But for you. For you, he'd make an exception for.
You were tired, crashing despite your small burst of energy while talking about music. He was right, you were exhausted. You knew you shouldn't, you had somewhere to be early tomorrow. But your legs. You really weren't going anywhere anytime soon. Even if you wanted to.
After a few seconds of contemplating—and against your better judgement, you nod your head in agreement, "ok," your voice comes out softly, "thank you."
He smiles down at you, "let's get you under the blankets," he doesn't bother you with small talk as he helps you get ready for bed. He helps you under the sheets and tucks you in before sitting on the edge of the bed next to you, pulling out a wipe before gently dragging it over your messed up makeup, cleaning your face for you.
"Thank you, for—all of this," you reference all of the aftercare, letting out a small chuckle of amusement as he cleans mascara off one of your eyelashes before moving onto the next. You watch his face as he cleans you up, he was so close to you, leaning over you with a look full of pure concentration. At your words, his eyes light up as his lips pull back into a look of happiness.
"I want to do this," he says sweetly before leaning down, placing a quick peck on your lips. Your chest tightens and your heart flutters as butterflies erupt in your stomach. You do your best to ignore the feeling. You knew this wasn't going to go anywhere and that he'd forget you even existed before moving onto the next woman that glanced his way. Your chest tightens at the feeling. Your hormones were all over the place. This was the first time you had some sort of a soul tie to someone. Of course you were going to feel a certain way.
He finishes cleaning you up, looking at your makeup free face in silent admiration. Your natural beauty was unmatched. His attraction for you sky rocketed as he took you in, being careful not to stare for too long in case he scared you away.
Truthfully he couldn't wait to lay with you in his arms. But first he needed to clean himself up. He walks over to the mirror that hung on the wall next to the bed. You watch as he starts the aftercare on himself, wiping your leftover juices from his abdomen, cleaning his soft cock. He knows you were watching him, silently admiring him. He tries his best not to smile, only the ghost of a smile gracing his lips before he turn around to find you tucked in exactly how he left you.
"Do you need anything before bed? You should probably pee, I can help you," he offers, already making his way to your side of the bed.
"No! No," you try more softly the second time, realising your voice came out more defensive than you intended it too, "I'm ok, I don't need to go."
He pauses in place before offering you a smile, his boba eyes full of understanding, he realised you were saying it because you didn't want him to see you in such a vulnerable state despite everything he just put you though. He was correct.
"Are you ready for bed?" He asks politely as he walks over to his side, "Is there anything else I can get you?" He pauses as he waits for your answer, not getting under the covers.
"I'm ok thank you," you tell him, making sure to face him with a smile as you clench your legs, eager for the shaking to die down. Your cunt ached, not used to being stretched anywhere near as wide as it was. You try to think of anything else to distract yourself but all you were thinking of was the way his man had you under him—begging for him—just over twenty minutes ago.
He smiles and you get nervous as he settles in the bed beside you, turning off his lamp, the room was dark besides the moonlight that shone in through the window and the glowing letters on his bedside table. You feel him shift beside you—closer to you. His arm finds your waist, dragging you into his side you clench your already closed legs tighter. He tucks his arm underneath your head, letting you use his bicep as a pillow.
Your post sex clarity slowly started hitting you as you laid in his arms. He held you close to his chest, his warm body provided you with much needed warmth that his blanket couldn't suffice. You were stressed. You did something irrational. You gave away a part of yourself you could never get back. You gave yourself to a stranger.
'That wasn't very Christianly of you,' you could hear your mother's voice replay in the back of your mind. She would have a heart attack if she knew what you just did, the sin you just committed. You were Eve, and Wooyoung was your apple.
The slow and relaxed rise and fall of Wooyoung's chest was putting your body at ease compared to your overly active mind, as if he could sense your unease, his arm moves to lean on your waist, slowly starting to lazily trace circles on your back with his short painted nails. It did its job.
"Goodnight princess," his voice breaks through the silence, somehow much more gentle than you had previously heard less than an hour ago.
"Goodnight Wooyoung," you let out softly, closing your eyes as you let yourself get closer to him, your nose brushed against his chest and you breathed in his signature scent of cinnamon and wood.
The small act of kindness as he softly scratched your back was calming you in a way that was almost addictive. After time your eyes start to grow heavier. When tomorrow came, you knew the possibility of rushing around was high, but you will deal with the consequences of today when you wake up tomorrow. For now, you were going to get the well needed rest Wooyoung knew you deserved.
