[O]rgasm Denial || J.W
[ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴇɴᴄʏᴄʟᴏᴘᴇᴅɪᴀ - ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ O]
Summary: A classic enemies to lovers quarrel, except this time you get to discipline them.
Pairing: sub!Wooyoung x reader
Words: Eminem - Without me (0:31 - 0:50)
Genre: Smut; Angst; Fluff
⚠️If you need warnings don't read my stuff you never know⚠️
A partner being jealous of his lover's closest friend isn't unheard of, it is quite common, actually. The problem is, you weren't San's partner, and neither was Wooyoung, but the jealousy you had of each other's friendships made it seem like the three of you were in some weird love triangle.
San didn't understand why there was so much tension, he considered Wooyoung to be pretty similar to himself so the reason why you seemed to dislike Wooyoung was beyond him.
To be fair, if asked, neither of you had a good response as to why you hated each other so much, it was just small issues (like San telling you he couldn't pick up because he was face-timing Wooyoung, or him telling his other best friend he couldn't hang out because he had plans with you), that went unresolved and started piling on top of each other until it reached a point where you couldn't stand to hear each others' names.
San had given up on trying to get you to be civil with each other, and he would just make time to hang out with you both separately unless it was absolutely impossible to get that to happen, which would often lead to a disaster. The one time you saw him truly mad was when you and Wooyoung caused a scene on his birthday, the last time you had to be in the same building together, so when San decided to put together a small get-together in his house for friends that were coming to visit him, he lectured the both of you for a long time.
The long long lecture didn't stop San from getting anxious though, and the anxiety grew when his friends called him, telling him their car had broken down because by that time you had both arrived and the tension in the room was palpable.
San ran a hand through his hair and exhaled, looking at the two people sitting on opposite ends of the couch.
"Right guys, the car my friends were driving in broke down and I need to go pick them up, I am begging you to not behave like animals for once."
"They're the one who-"
"Wooyoung I just asked."
Upon hearing his friend's pleas Wooyoung stopped talking and just sank on the couch, pretending not to be bothered by the fact that he was apprehended in front of his "arch nemesis".
San grabbed his coat and keys and pointed at the both of you.
"I will beat the shit out of both of you, not joking."
You and Wooyoung raised your arms up in defense as if saying "I have done nothing!", and the man left.
The silence was heavy and the pressure in the room felt somehow dense. You could hear every single sound around you, even the faint sounds of the refrigerator, and neither of you dared move, afraid to spark a reaction that would lead to San giving you the beating of your life.
That was until Wooyoung grew tired of your mere presence as if your person made him physically uncomfortable.
"Right I don't need to be here with you, I'm grabbing a beer." He said, as he placed his hands on the couch for support and stood up, before stopping and glancing over his shoulder "That is if you'll allow me."
Allow him? That was a weird, confusing joke...
You heard him trash around in the kitchen, opening the freezer, then the fridge, and then opening and closing the several drawers inside the fridge.
"Where did you put the beers? Are they up your ass? Must be nice and cold since you're a frigid bitch."
You glanced at the doorway to shoot him a threatening look only to find that he was not there.
"I must look like a bartender to you."
"You look like many things to me, none of them pleasing, but I just wanna know where you put the damn beers."
"I put them nowhere why the fuck would I bring beers."
You heard the refrigerator door close, and a couple seconds of silence. You then heard steps come your way, and soon enough Wooyoung's phone was plastered in your face, specifically a text San had sent to the party's group chat "Y/N you're in charge of the beer, okay?".
"You are so fucking useless oh my God! One thing you had to do and you fucked it up! It wasn't even that hard!" He semi-yelled, holding up one finger in front of your face.
He was right, you did fuck it up, but you weren't about to let Wooyoung think he was right, let alone reprehend you for it.
"Maybe it's for the best that there's no beer because you're unable to just shut the fuck up when you drink and I can't stand to listen to that window-wiper laugh of yours." You said, slowly standing up and walking towards him.
"Oh, you can't stand my voice, really?" He asked, pouting and with fake pity dripping from every word "Maybe you should fucking leave then, problem solved."
"You're so fucking unbearably annoying I can see why San would need me, must be nice to get a break from you."
You definitely struck a nerve with that comment, Wooyoung gripped your arms and brought you closer, your faces just inches apart.
"You're fucking delusional if you think for a second that San prefers hanging out with you. You're the most fucking dull and boring person I've ever met!"
You pushed him away from you. Wooyoung's back hit the wall and his eyebrows furrowed in pain. You walked towards him, cheeks red and eyes teary with anger.
"At least I don't bitch about my problems at every given second!" You yelled.
"At least I'm not a fucking bitch!"
"Oh, you're not? Are you sure?"
Wooyoung took back control of the situation, grabbing your shoulders and pressing you against the wall.
"Yes, I'm fucking sure, I'm not the idiot who ruined a party by not bringing the fucking alcohol, you're so useless."
The tension in the room had slightly changed. Your breaths were heavy, there was barely no part of your body that wasn't touching and you were looking into each other's eyes with pure hatred and fury, but somehow there was a hint of sexual desire between the two of you. It wasn't that you ever desired each other, but there was this... need to be rough with one another, to punish the other.
It was spontaneous, and if asked "did you mean to do that?" Wooyoung would deny it to the end of his days, but he gripped your neck and brought your face closer until your lips smashed together.
His hands moved to your hips, steadily keeping you in place, while yours were tangled in his hair, slightly tugging on it (which Wooyoung enjoyed, but he wouldn't let you know you were doing something right).
You pushed him away slightly, enough to part the kiss and leave a little distance between your bodies, and gripped his throat. He didn't say it, but you could tell he was into it from the way he leaned his head back to give you more access. His jaw tightened and he took a deep breath.
"I knew you were into some kinky shit, I bet you'll love it if I call you a slut too." You said, pushing him backward by the neck until he felt the couch hit the back of his knees.
"Takes one to know one, doesn't it." Wooyoung said, as he sat down and pulled you to sit on his lap.
You slapped his cheek, hard enough for him to feel something, but not too hard as to not actually hurt him.
"I can tell what you like from a mile away," you paused, gripping his throat a little harder and grinding down on a (definitely) growing boner "and if you keep acting like that I will be having a lot more fun than you, I promise that."
Wooyoung chuckled.
"Let's hope you keep promises, bitch."
One of your hands worked on undoing Wooyoung's belt and zipper, as you kissed him harshly. There was no passion, no romance, or any trace of mutual tolerance in the kiss: it was pure tension and hate.
Once you managed to get everything out of the way, your hand slipped in between the jeans and his thin boxers. You could feel every curve and every vein of his cock on the palm of your hand, and this time Wooyoung didn't hold back any noises, knowing fully well that his moans and groans would work towards teasing you.
Wooyoung could be insecure at times, but if there was something he was sure of is that he sounded good. Really good.
You felt yourself getting warmer and warmer, and your stomach started clenching. Your hand slowly pulled Wooyoung's cock out of the confinement of his underwear, and as you did so, you climbed down from his lap and knelt between his legs.
You avoided his gaze. You had no intention of seeing him looking down at you sucking his cock with his shit-eating grin.
You took his cock in your mouth, letting his tip hit the back of your throat as you slowly moved your head. Wooyoung groaned and bucked his hips into your mouth.
As a consequence, you slapped his thigh and looked up at him.
"You're so gonna regret that."
"Oh am- shit." His sentence was cut off by your mouth on his cock again, sucking him off at a faster pace.
He stared down at you, eyebrows furrowed and mouth agape. He could feel something bubbling in the pit of his stomach, and his chest started moving up and down quicker.
When his voice started becoming whiny and his moans became more drowsy as he came close to a state of bliss, you pulled your mouth away and began pumping him with your hand. You met his glossy eyes and from your devious look, he could tell what you were about to do.
"Fuck, don't you dare."
Your hand sped up, the sound of skin slapping becoming more frequent.
"Don't dare, what?"
Wooyoung groaned and hissed.
"Please Y/N, fuck- please don't do this."
You smirked, bit your lip, and, just as Wooyoung's hips bucked, ready to cum on your hand, you pulled away.
The tip of his cock hit his stomach, still covered by his shirt.
Wooyoung watched as you removed your pants and underwear, but he didn't dare touch his cock as you did so. The man didn't want you to know how badly he needed to fuck you right then and there.
You straddled him once more, making sure to rub your crotch against his in the process, earning a breathy moan.
"Are you still going to act like a little bitch? Hm?" You asked as you teased his cock with your entrance.
He pretended to think, letting out a "hmm", as he pretended to consider the question, and, when he felt his tip right at your entrance, Wooyoung grabbed your waist, bucked his hips, and smashed you down on his cock.
"Fuck!" You yelled, gripping his shoulders tightly, shocked by the sudden contact.
Wooyoung bit your jawline and smirked.
"Yes, I am." He finally replied.
You gripped his throat, tightly this time, and with your free hand, your kept gripping his shoulder for stability, as you began to ride him.
"You're such an annoying asshole."
His eyes were locked with yours, and his hands gripped your ass.
"Sticks and stones baby." He said, tongue poking against his cheek.
You kissed him to shut him up, and secretly because he was a fucking good kisser. Wooyoung helped you by bucking his hips up against yours and slightly propping you up and down.
Neither of you held back any noises, you knew it wasn't worth the effort, and it didn't take long for Wooyoung to get close again, as he was already pretty sensitive.
"Y/N let me cum." He demanded, almost.
You stared at him sweetly and you caressed his cheek with fake pity, Your hand then descended to his neck as your lips approached his ear.
"No." You whispered.
"C'mon- fuck. Let me cum."
You smirked and stared right into his glossy eyes.
"Beg."
"Shit- what?"
"You heard me, I want you to beg." You said, between breaths.
Wooyoung's jaw tightened.
"Fuck you."
You moaned his name loudly and gripped his throat tighter, knowing the outcome would be the one you desired.
"Shit I give up, Y/N please please let me cum!"
His whiny voice was music to your ears.
"You can- you can cum."
Wooyoung's hands gripped your ass with full strength as he trusted deep in you and came.
His hands fell down to your thighs and he rested his head on the couch, as the both of you tried to regain your breaths.
From the corner of your eye, you two noticed a wide figure: San, that had entered through the back door.
"You know what? I don't care to know what happened, I don't even care to know if you used protection or that you're doing it in my couch, just clean up this mess and get fucking dressed while I stall the other guests so no one sees you fucking. If this makes you stop twisting my balls about each other's presence then it's fucking worth it."