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Wooyoung x Reader (afab)
warnings: minors DNI, smut/minor plot, Reader is trying to complete an online quiz, hella teasing, nipple play, fingering, slight strength restraint, pet names (baby, pretty baby) Wooyoung is a bit of a meanie but not full extent, desperate emotions, unprotected sex, creampie, Heavy make-out, aftercare and fluff, (1st person pov), I believe that's all...
Word count: 2.8k
No Relation to actual Jung Wooyoung, simply works of fiction
My gaze was fixed on the quiz questions as the warm hand caressed my shirt, lingering over my nipples in a playful manner. Wooyoung came home and crawled into bed next to me, pulling me tightly against him. I told him that I was working and that it was critical that I complete each question within the time limit. He mumbled that he would wait and just relax while I was working, but the longer the quiz went on, the more impatient he became. His fingers traced over every inch of my body he could reach. And here I sat, reading the same question for the third time, trying to ignore his wandering hands.
His thumb brushed against my nipple again, causing it to pebble. He hummed, pressing his lips to my shoulder as he felt it rise and harden beneath my shirt. Letting out a soft sigh, his hand paused, warming the flesh of my breast. He had reached the limit of his silence. He felt that he needed my attention right now. Pinching the raised bud lightly, he caused me to jerk back into his embrace. My face warmed as I tried not to react in the way he expected. He was testing the waters, desperate to see me fold under the lingering pressure.
"Woo." My voice trembled as I warned him. I was working hard to refocus and tune out his taunting touch. In response to my warning, he lightly kissed my ear. Need began to seep into the small space between my thighs. His light breaths fanned across my ear, and the rise and fall of his chest kept me distracted. His hand moved again after a few moments, this time with a purpose. His forefinger and thumb again found my nipple, pushing at the still-hardened bud, then he pulled and squeezed it tight. I let out a yelp, caught off guard. My hands gripped his, and my head dipped back to meet the surface of his shoulder.
"Take a look at that. I assumed you'd continue to ignore me, "He said this while slipping his hand under my shirt. "I'm sure one bad grade will not ruin you." His rough fingers cupped the curve of my breast and gently massaged it. Whining softly, I despised his power over me. Just for him, I'd turned into a melting mess in an instant. His lips traced the column of my neck, softly kissing the sensitive skin. I could feel his hardened member pressing into the softness of my ass as I rocked my hips. Hands and lips worked on me slowly, and I was pressing my legs together for some type of relief.
"Wooyoung, please." Shifting, the laptop slipped from my lap and away from where we were pressed against each other. He let out a soft chuckle. My face flushed at hearing the soft noise. He began to softly rut his hips to meet my gentle but desperate winding. I wanted nothing more than to toss my laptop out our bedroom window and ride this man to oblivion. Somehow, I knew that's exactly what he wanted. He'd come home with the intention of turning me inside out. He'd normally be teasing, complaining, and trying to get a rise out of me—anything to get my heart racing and hopefully yank me under him with all the pent-up tension, but because I was working, he forced himself to wait quietly. Knowing him, he couldn't help the heat that was slowly cooking him inside out; instead of saying it outright, he made it to where I was begging.
"I want to take you like this." He murmured in my ear, his hand moving down to the tops of my thighs and pushing them apart. When his fingers passed over the soaked cloth that covered me, my cheeks burned. He teased my clit, while the wet warmth of his tongue tasted the skin of my neck, passing over the bud and lips with soft, delicate touches. I groaned, not wanting to be teased, but he wanted slick all over his hands and sheets if he could. I felt like I was going insane as he pressed his soft lips against my cheek. I wanted him to make a mess of me right now. He was right about my work; one bad grade wouldn't kill me.
