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synopsis ; when you come home to find wooyoung battling with his insecurities you take it upon yourself to prove to him that he is the prettiest boy that you've ever known.
pairing(s) ; bf!wooyoung x f!reader
☆ ── wc. ; 2.2k
☆ ── genre ; smut, comfort w/ fluff
☆ ── tw. ; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, kissing, petnames (baby, babe, my love, doll, pretty boy...), body worship, praising, subby wooyo, a tiny bit of edging, dirty talk, use of a mirror, a smidge of skin/cuticle picking, mentions of insecurities, oral (m. receiving), slight overstimulation, biting/marking, a pinch of dacryphilia, teasing, lmk if I missed anything!!
☆ ── notes ; my sweet boy 😞 just in case y'all weren't aware I would actually go to war for this man, like john wick style 😻 also this was inspired by this wooyo drabble by @wommysoup I read the other morning!
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Thursday's had always been your favorite day of the week. Although it's nothing compared to the tranquility of the weekends, it did come in a close second. It was the day that started your tranquil weekend, and you've got to spend the evening with your boyfriend. Wooyoung had only two classes that ended before noon, whereas you had three, so you got back home shortly after him. Then neither of you had to work until the next day, so it was the perfect day for the two of you to chill together.
However, the silence that filled the apartment when you walked in was nothing short of strange. Normally, Wooyoung would be sitting in the living room, watching TV or playing a game, maybe even listening to music because he swore up and down he'd go insane otherwise.
But it was silent.
"Wooyo? You home, babe?" You called out as you kicked off your shoes and dropped your bag on the hook hanging on the wall. Walking further into the apartment, you found him sitting on the couch, his back to you. "Wooyoung?"
When you didn't get a reaction from him, you knew instantly that something was wrong. You recall San telling you that Wooyoung suddenly went quiet but wasn't sure what was wrong.
Pursing your lips, you move towards the couch, carefully planting your hands on the back of the couch and leaning down to kiss the top of his head. The action causes the redhead to jump, his head whipping around to look at you with wide eyes. Then you caught sight of his bloodshot eyes, worry instantly coursing through you.
"Baby..." You breathe out softly before moving around the couch to sit beside him, hands reaching up to his face to brush your thumb along his damp cheekbone. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"
Wooyoung's jaw clenches under your palm as you cup his face, his teeth digging into his tongue to keep the tears at bay. However, as he took in your gentle eyes, filled to the brim with worry, he felt his resolve slip.
"It's stupid, don't worry about me, doll." He manages to choke out, tears still stinging in the corner of his eyes.
"Wooyoung, if it's making you upset, then it's not stupid." You murmur, palms squeezing his face just enough for his lips to part slightly. At first, he doesn't say a word, eyes downcast and nails picking at the skin around his nails. "Baby, look at me." Your soft voice coaxed his fox-like eyes up to yours, nails still continuing their assault on his already raw skin. "What's wrong?"
And just like that, he's spilling everything as the tears he fought so hard to keep at bay flowed down his flushed cheeks. He went on about a nightmare he had the night before. Then, nothing he wore seemed to fit right, and he couldn't even stand to look in the mirror. Then he mentioned the comments he'd heard about his appearance from those around him, and normally they wouldn't reach him, but today they did.
Anger and annoyance surge through your veins like molten lava, and your hands, which had fallen to Wooyoung's lap, squeeze his. It wasn't aimed at him, and Wooyoung knew that, but he couldn't help the way his stomach dropped when your eyebrows furrowed.
It angered and hurt you so much seeing how cruel people could be, especially to someone who didn't deserve an ounce of it. Then your eyes caught sight of the mirror that was hung up on the wall behind the TV, and an idea popped into your mind.
You didn't say a word as you stood and made your way towards the bedroom, leaving Wooyoung sitting there, confused. Inside the bedroom, you grabbed the full-length mirror that sat opposite the bed and moved it to the empty wall by the desk. With a small nod, you looked towards the bedroom door.
"Woo, baby, can you come here?" You called out, waiting to see if your boyfriend would comply, and when you heard the soft sound of his shuffling feet, you knew he was coming.
"Sit down." You motion to the roller chair in front of you when he asks what you're doing. He gives you a skeptical look, but sits nonetheless, and a sharp gasp falls from his lips when you start to push the chair.
"Hey!" He exclaimed, hands flying to the armrests, holding on for dear life. Then he felt his stomach turn in knots when he caught the sight of his own reflection in the mirror, "babe-"
"Nope." You all but push him back into the chair when he tries to get up, resulting in an annoyed grumble from your redheaded boyfriend. Your fingers gripped his shoulders as you leaned down, lips brushing over the shell of his ear and causing him to shiver. "We're doing this because I'll be damned if you start to believe them. Voices and people alike."
"It's not that serious," Wooyoung grumbles, eyes shifting everywhere but his own reflection and you sighed deeply.
"Wooyoung." Your tone was curt as you caught his chin in your grasp, forcing his gaze back to the mirror before him. His grip on the armrests tightened as he met your eyes through the glass. "You know, it pains me that you don't see yourself the way I see you."
“How do you see me?” He asks, his voice barely above a hushed whisper.
You press a kiss against the curve of his jaw before sitting your chin on his shoulder, "Well, for starters, you're the most handsome man I've ever met."
Wooyoung couldn't contain the small sigh that fell from his lips when your fingers moved from his jaw, down his neck, before settling right over his collarbones. Your warm hands are sending a flurry of goosebumps across his skin.
"Your face... far too pretty to be real." You start, eyes holding his gaze as you continue, "The first thing I've ever noticed was your eyes. The most beautiful pair of eyes I've ever seen." You kissed his temple, causing his eyes to flutter, grip slowly loosening on the armrests.
"Then your beauty mark, my favorite place to kiss because you always get so giggly and flushed when I do." You murmur against his skin as you let your lips trail to his cheek, his body starting to squirm in the chair.
"Babe..." He breathes out when your lips brush over his cheekbone, and you couldn't help but smile at the soft whine in his voice.
"Oh, and your lips, so soft, so full, so kissable. Not to mention they're the same ones that'll have me laid out seeing stars when you're between my thighs." Your voice came out surly as your eyes flicker back to the mirror, catching his flushed face and the very evident tent in his sweats. Yet you continue to whisper praises and filth into his skin, letting the words soak in until he is trembling.
"Baby, please." He whined, head lolling back when your lips catch the column of his throat after moving to his front. Your fingers graze down his now bare chest, nails catching the ridges of his abs, causing him to whine.
"So beautiful." You murmur into his skin, lips trailing down his chest, leaving a trail of wet, hot kisses as well as blooming red splotches in your wake.
Then you were nestled between his parted thighs, hands resting on his thighs as he looked down at you with glossy, hooded eyes. The closer you got to the band of his swests, the louder his whines got, and his hips bucked up.
“Stay still, love,” You told him, pressing your hands down flat on his hips to push him back down onto the chair. He groaned, head falling back as you continued to tease him, fingers tracing over his aching bulge, and he swore that he would end up cumming like this.
Looking up at him once more, you brought your hands to the waistband of his sweats, hooking your fingers around it. Without prompting him to, Wooyoung lifted his hips, allowing you to pull not only his sweats down but also his underwear. Once they were around his ankles, you sat up on your knees, raking your fingernails up his bare thighs, towards his throbbing erection.
"F-Fuck." Wooyoung groans, fingers digging into the armrests, eyes fluttering when you trace your fingertip up his aching shaft.
"Even your cock is pretty, baby." You praise him, relishing in the way his body trembled under your touch. His tip was swollen with small beads of precum leaking from the slit, flushed an angry red.
“Please… baby, please.” He pleaded with a whiny tone, causing your chest to swell, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips as you brought your mouth closer to him.
"Keep your eyes on the mirror, or I stop, okay?" Your voice was sickly sweet, and Wooyoung bites back a whimper when you squeeze his cock. Words dying on his tongue, he just nodded his head rapidly, "good boy."
Your praise has him in a daze, tears beginning to collect at the corners of his eyes. Then your tongue was on him, licking over his leaking slit, the taste of his precum spreading across your wet muscle. He hissed through his teeth at the sensation, his dick twitching in your hand while his stomach tightened.
His eyes caught his own in the mirror, his chest heaving with heavy breaths as he watched you take him into your mouth from a different angle. He tried to keep his gaze where you wanted it, but the warmth of your mouth around his throbbing cock was too much.
“B-Baby, fuck!” He cried out, his hand flying to your head as you took more of him in your mouth, sucking gently.
You hummed around him, resulting in his hips bucking up, whimpers cascading from his plush lips. However, as soon as his head tipped back, his eyes leaving the mirror, you were pulling away, and Wooyoung whined pathetically.
"Why?" He whined, but it quickly caught in his throat when you squeezed his shaft.
"Eyes on the mirror, pretty boy." You told him, waiting until his teary eyes moved back to the object behind you, before you took him in your mouth again.
Relaxing your jaw and throat, you started moving up and down his length, soaking in all of his noises and the tears that were still falling from his eyes. His hips buckled, causing you to gag slightly, but the way your throat contracted around his swollen cock had his eyes rolling back, pleas falling from his lips.
"You're so perfect, baby. Every part of you." You cooed as you began to jerk him off, the mixture of your spit and his precum making it easier to move. Wooyoung moans loudly, his body feeling like it had been set afloat as you brought him closer to the precipice of his high. You laugh softly as you bring your mouth closer to him, blowing a puff of air on his swollen head, eliciting another moan from his parted lips. "That's it, my love, let me hear you."
Then your mouth was on him again, tongue kitten licking over his slit before wrapping your lips around him. Your movements pulled more of his pretty moans and whines from his chest, sounds you've come to love.
Wooyoung's eyes flickered back to the mirror; even through his teary vision, he could make out his flushed skin. His thighs began to tremble on either side of your body as his high crept closer.
“I’m so close, please baby, please.” Choked cries fell from his lips as you continued to suck him off, his fingers threaded through your hair. Never pushing, but just reminding himself that this was real and grounding himself.
It wasn’t long before he started twitching in your mouth, telling you that he was close, so you hollowed your cheeks, causing another string of whines to fall from his lips. Then, with a choked warning, his high washed over him, and he was cumming, hard, a flurry of whines falling from his lips. But his eyes never left his own reflection, watching his pupils dilate.
"F-Fuck!” He cried out weakly as you continued to suck him off until he was shaking in your hold, soft sobs leaving his lips. It wasn’t until his hand tugged on your hair that you finally relented and pulled away from his abused cock with a wet ‘pop'.
You sat back on your hunches, eyes taking in the sight before you. Wooyoung's red hair stuck to his forehead with sweat; his hooded eyes were still on the mirror, watching as his cock began to soften. With a small smile, you move forward, kissing up his body before finding his lips, swallowing the whimper he let out.
"See, you're perfect, my love." You whisper against his lips and Wooyoung nods, head already gone in the pleasure. Then his shaky hands found your hips, pulling you into his lap and wrapping his arms around your waist, tethering you to him.
"Thank you doll," His voice was hoarse as he kissed the warm skin of your neck, tongue jutting out to lap at the trail of spit and cum that escaped your lips. "I love you so much, and now..." You bit back a moan of your own when you felt him harden underneath you, "let me return the favor."
idk bro, the way that wooyoung gets so shy whenever someone gives him a compliment makes me actually feel insane. so much so i had to write my feelings out like tumblr is my diary or something
cw; oral (m receiving) and it takes place in front of a mirror. this is just something short like it just popped into my head. srry, if i keep writing things these tags will get better omg
“look at how pretty you are…” you say, your voice gentle and barely audible even in the quiet room. your hand wraps around his cock, hard and flushed pink. he’s dripping at this point, because you’ve been at this for a while. he loves the praise, he loves to hear what you think of him but it’s so overwhelming for him.
wooyoung’s gaze flickers between yours, your pretty eyes looking up at him so innocently, and his own reflection in the mirror you have him sat in front of. you can’t fight the smirk that creeps on your lips when you catch him looking at himself, using this lack of attention on your actions to lean forward and swipe your tongue over the head of his cock to lap up the arousal that’s gathered there. he hisses above you, taken off guard, his cock twitching at the new sensation.
you look up at him through your lashes, watch as his eyes flutter, still going back and forth between you and the mirror. you watch his jaw go slack when you fully take him in your mouth, his plush kips parting to let out the quietest of moans.
“you’re so perfect, baby, every inch of you,” he moans again, a little louder. the combination of your words and your mouth is pushing him to the edge. you can both feel the way he throbs when you say it, you can taste the bead of precum that leaks out again, he’s watching his own chest start to heave, his face getting flushed. “that’s it, lemme hear you,” you say, coaxing the sounds you love to hear out of him
when he cums, he cums hard, with hands buried in your hair (not to push you, but to ground himself), and he’s watching himself in the mirror.
idk bro, the way that wooyoung gets so shy whenever someone gives him a compliment makes me actually feel insane. so much so i had to write my feelings out like tumblr is my diary or something
cw; oral (m receiving) and it takes place in front of a mirror. this is just something short like it just popped into my head. srry, if i keep writing things these tags will get better omg
“look at how pretty you are…” you say, your voice gentle and barely audible even in the quiet room. your hand wraps around his cock, hard and flushed pink. he’s dripping at this point, because you’ve been at this for a while. he loves the praise, he loves to hear what you think of him but it’s so overwhelming for him.
wooyoung’s gaze flickers between yours, your pretty eyes looking up at him so innocently, and his own reflection in the mirror you have him sat in front of. you can’t fight the smirk that creeps on your lips when you catch him looking at himself, using this lack of attention on your actions to lean forward and swipe your tongue over the head of his cock to lap up the arousal that’s gathered there. he hisses above you, taken off guard, his cock twitching at the new sensation.
you look up at him through your lashes, watch as his eyes flutter, still going back and forth between you and the mirror. you watch his jaw go slack when you fully take him in your mouth, his plush kips parting to let out the quietest of moans.
“you’re so perfect, baby, every inch of you,” he moans again, a little louder. the combination of your words and your mouth is pushing him to the edge. you can both feel the way he throbs when you say it, you can taste the bead of precum that leaks out again, he’s watching his own chest start to heave, his face getting flushed. “that’s it, lemme hear you,” you say, coaxing the sounds you love to hear out of him
when he cums, he cums hard, with hands buried in your hair (not to push you, but to ground himself), and he’s watching himself in the mirror.
