Wooyoung.thirst - Tumblr Posts
warning: nsfw under the cut, fingering, slight choking, pet names (little slut, pretty girl, babe, baby), brat & dom hybrid!wooyo, 1.7k wrds
"don't stare at me like that"
"like what?" your fox hybrid responds with a sly grin while you gently massage shampoo into his hair, your fingers deftly maneuvering through his dark locks.
"you know what i'm talking about" you remark with a pointed look, shifting your hands to the area around his fox ears, delicately massaging the black fur with the soap that carries a hint of cocoa butter fragrance.
you're perched on a little stool, rocking a pair of baby yellow panties and a matching camisole, slightly damp from hybrid!wooyoung's antics in the water. it's the midst of june, and the relentless heat had transformed both of you into perspiring wrecks. despite wooyoung's ability to shower independently, he consistently pleaded for a bath, cunningly aware that his cries for assistance about not reaching his back would invariably prompt your kind aid. he had discovered the undeniable truth that once you began helping him, you would steadfastly carry on until the task was completed.
you had hastily gathered your hair into a disheveled bun, yearning to prevent it from clinging to the nape of your neck, yet a sense of regret lingers within you. regret, because that impromptu decision leaves you defenceless against the intensity of wooyoung's unwavering gaze. it's as if he can see right through you, piercing your very soul. you can't look away, especially when he gets horny like that. subtle signs emerge, his ears twitching in sync with each movement you make, as if anticipating a forthcoming spectacle, his tail fluffing up in response to the growing tension. normally, you would witness this captivating display, but his tail is concealed beneath the water's surface. however, it's the transformation in his eyes that truly captivates you. his pupils dilates, swallowing the colored hues that once adorned his irises, while his eyelids gradually descend, granting his gaze a mesmerizing allure.
a mischievous smirk adorns his face, growing wider as he beholds your irritated countenance. with a swift motion, he withdraws his wet arms from the water's embrace and reaches out to encircle your waist, swiftly drawing you into the capacious bathtub. your startled voice erupts into a scream, caught off guard by the suddenness of his actions. instinctively, you cling to his form, seeking solace in the unexpected plunge. as the initial shock subsides, your head snaps back up, a glare etching itself upon your features, only to be met with a feigned inoffensiveness emanating from his gaze. a mixture of disbelief and frustration bubbles within you, prompting a muttered "what the fuck" as the sensation of damp clothing clinging to your skin adds to the discomfort.
"no i don't know what you're talking about," he retorts to your previous statement, his head tilting innocently to the side. just as you're about to rebuke him, a jolt of surprise courses through you as you feel his hands firmly grasp your ass, drawing you closer to him. his fingers trace the contours of your undergarments, delicately pressing against the supple flesh beneath. in that moment, the innocent expression on his face morphs into a self-satisfied grin, as he revels in the subtle blush that tinges your cheekbones.
"w-woo, not now, you have soap in your hair, it's gonna fall in your eyes" you speak, trying to maintain a firm tone, yet the desire that unfurls within you cannot be denied. your thighs instinctively find their place between his, pressing together intimately, seeking respite from the blossoming sensation of pleasure that courses through your body.
"but i want you," he pouts, playfully nudging your face with his nose, displaying his half-feline nature, "let's play a game," he suggests, his voice laced with mischief.
you raise your gaze to meet his, a whirlwind of confusion swirling in your eyes. a soft gasp escapes your lips, your eyes flutter closed, surrendering to the sensations that flood your body as, his fingertips expertly make contact with the delicate fabric that separates you, effortlessly tracing the contours of your pleasure, stimulating your clit with a touch that sends shivers of ecstasy through your very core.
a delightful smile spreads across his face, mirroring the joy he derives from observing your reaction. his tail, a striking combination of black and white, sensually coils around one of your supple thighs, exerting gentle pressure as it squeezes twice, further igniting the sensations that course through your body.
"if i manage to make you cum before you finish washing my hair, i get to do whatever i want with your body," in a hushed whisper against your lips, he unveils a daring proposition that sends a surge of anticipation through your veins. his words hang in the air as his tongue darts out, teasingly licking your lips. sensing your agreement in the subtle nod of your head, he captures your bottom lip between his sharp teeth, an exhilarating mixture of pleasure and controlled dominance. with a firm grip on your wrists, he guides your hands, placing them on his wet curls, beckoning you to indulge in the intimate act of washing his hair. simultaneously, his skilled fingers begin their own sensual dance, expertly tending to your needs. as the intensity builds, he swiftly removes your hairtie, allowing your curls to cascade freely upon your flushed and breathless face, a disheveled visage that causes his length to stir and harden between his thighs.
with a possessive grip, he firmly grasps the nape of your neck, drawing you nearer to him. inhaling deeply, he indulges in the captivating fragrance that emanates from your body, the unmistakable scent of your arousal mingling with the air. in response to this intoxicating aroma, a primal growl escapes his chest, resonating with a primal desire that further intensifies the already overwhelming wetness between your thighs.
he skillfully loops two elongated fingers into the delicate fabric of your panties, effortlessly sliding them down your legs, the suspended water facilitating the process. the discarded underwear finds its temporary resting place on the bathroom floor. as you tug at his locks, you mutter a command, "you'll clean that up after."
"of course i will babe, 'cause you won't be able to walk when i'm done with you," he responds with a smoldering gaze, his eyes crinkling with a mix of affection. without hesitation, he presses his middle and index fingers into the welcoming warmth of your core, eliciting a powerful response that causes you to double over, succumbing to the intense penetration. a dry laugh escapes his lips, reveling in the sight of you, his owner, surrendering so completely in his embrace,
"my little slut, look at you, so pretty for me," he murmurs, too focused on the sight of your pussy greedily taking in his fingers. "i wonder who's gonna wear that fucking collar when we're done huh," his other hand sensually encircles your neck, exerting calculated pressure against the side, emphasizing each word. "me or you, mmh baby?" he playfully inquires, teasing you, fully aware of the way you can't find the strength to answer him, too focused on the overwhelming pleasure surging through your velvety walls and the slight suffocation he blesses you with.
his fingers caress the spongy spot within you, causing your attention to stray from the task at hand, flinching at his "come hither" motions. instead of focusing on washing his hair, your hands find their way around his neck, guiding his face towards your chest as you hug him with all your might. a soft sigh escapes his lips as he connects against the wet fabric of your camisole, his mouth enveloping your right nipple through the material. the sensations intensify as his touch becomes more fervent, more urgent, his thumb exploring your small bud of pleasure harshly, while still maintaining a level of tenderness. pleasure escapes you in fragmented whispers and whimpers, and his thrusts against your thigh grow more urgent, driven by an unquenchable desire that even the cascading water fails to slow his humping down.
your knees are rubbing harshly against the floor of the tub, yet you remain oblivious, lost in the haze of your own thoughts. a soft fuzziness envelops your mind, causing you to gradually detach from reality, your entire focus fixated solely on wooyoung's every move.
wooyoung, growing increasingly frustrated by the barrier of your camisole and yearning for direct skin-to-skin contact, forcefully tears it off your body. without hesitation, he presses his lips against your sternum, indulging in open-mouthed kisses that relish the sensation of your racing heartbeat pulsating beneath the heated flesh. sensing you tighten on his fingers, he smirks and lets his tongue trail from the center of your chest to the base of your neck, leaving a soft bite along the way. with heightened intensity and speed, he applies pressure to your sensitive clit, eliciting increasingly high-pitched moans from you, while his own whimpering "come on pretty girl, give it to me baby" echoes in harmony with your rhythm throughout the bathroom.
the water splashes gleefully onto the floor surrounding the tub, creating a watery canvas beneath you. in the midst of pure bliss, you let out a final moan, his name resonating with the intensity of your release as it merges with the cascading liquid. your breaths come in heaving gasps, and wooyoung brings you closer, embracing you in a passionate, uninhibited kiss where your tongues dance in harmonious rhythm. with tender affection, his hands lovingly stroke your thighs, guiding you to gently settle upon his waiting lap. soft and tender kisses rain upon your skin, causing you to surrender to the blissful moment, your eyes closing as you rest your head against his glowing, blushing chest. time stands still for a few precious minutes, allowing you to bask in the afterglow. then, wooyoung's hand cradles your face, his fingers delicately caressing your cheeks. as you gaze up at him, you're captivated by the ethereal sight of iridescent soap bubbles, adorning his eyebrows, fox ears and cheekbones like whimsical ornaments, adding a touch of enchantment to his already captivating features.
"you," he murmurs affectionately, planting a gentle kiss on your nose, his lips conveying tenderness. "lost," he continues, taking hold of your hand and guiding it to feel his firm, throbbing length, a mischievous smirk playing upon his lips.
masterlist
hard hours thought LORD all I can think about is cocky and mean dom wooyoung who teases the poor reader until their overstimulated and crying (if you can't tell I'm a slut for mean doms oh my god I'm foaming at the mouth)
warnings: nsfw under the cut, fem bodied reader, dom wooyo, slight dumbification, clit play, use of pet names (woo, wooyi, baby), mean wooyoung!!!, slight dacryphilia, overstimulation, unprotected sex (don't do that), multiple orgasms, dirty talk, reader lowkey has a degradation kink, cream pie, slight hair pulling, slight manhandling, 3.3k wrds author's notes: yes yes YES, bae you're a visionary i was alr writing something like that be4 you even wrote that request, mean doms r the best masterlist
"you're not going out wearing that dress," he says, as you step out of your hotel room and into the living room, having just finished getting ready with your makeup and hair done, holding your heels in your hands. perplexed, you glance down at the small, flowing white dress, then back up at him.
he sits on the white couch before you, legs spread wide, meticulously adjusting one of the cuffs of his snug white dress shirt. the shirt clings tightly to his well-defined chest and biceps, which flex as he tries to fasten a button at his wrist. you try to ignore the effect his physique has on you and focus on the matter at hand.
"what's wrong with it?" you inquire, a hint of uncertainty in your voice. you gaze down at yourself again and then turn to the floor-to-ceiling mirror beside you, searching for any flaw in the dress.
"you're just not going out dressed like that," he repeats, his eyes fixated on your exposed legs. the dress barely covers your buttocks, accentuating your thighs. once again, you shift your attention to the mirror, puzzled about what he finds objectionable.
"but it's a cute dress, bought it especially for our trip in venice," you reply tentatively, unsure if he genuinely dislikes the garment. your hands smooth over your stomach and love handles in an attempt to flatten any bumps caused by the fabric. "don't you think it's pretty?"
"yes, baby," he sighs, rising from the couch. he runs a hand through his purple locks and approaches you from behind, standing tall and strong as he gazes at your reflection in the mirror. he places his hands atop yours, just above your navel, and leans in to whisper in your ear, "the dress looks stunning on you. that's precisely why i don't want you to wear it outside. don't want men seeing all this, only i can do that baby"
suddenly, realization dawns upon you, and what wooyoung thought would be a sweet compliment strikes you in the wrong way. you push his hands away and turn to face him, gasping and lightly hitting his firm chest.
"you bought it for me!" you exclaim indignantly, and he responds with equal surprise, a pout forming on his face.
"i gave you my card, but i didn't buy shit," he places a hand on his chest, playfully brushing off imaginary dust.
"i showed you the picture before i ordered it!" you remind him.
both of you were lounging on the couch in your south korean home, shoulders brushing against each other. he was engrossed in the game displayed on the large tv screen, controlling virtual players as they chased after a basketball. his thumbs moved forcefully over the buttons of his controller, while you found yourself fixated on an online shop, absentmindedly nibbling on your thumb as you scrolled through various dress colors. "babe, should i go for the pink dress or the white one?" you had asked, holding the phone up to his face, partially obscuring his view of the nba 2k23 game. he whined, shifting to the side and slumping on the couch in an attempt to get a better glimpse of the ongoing match. you playfully straddled his lap, feeling the strength of his thighs beneath the shorts he wore, pouting at the lack of attention. when he continued to ignore you, you reached out and placed your hand on his bulge, successfully capturing his focus as he turned to you with surprise. he pushed his gaming headset microphone up, muting himself completely, and raised an eyebrow at you. biting your lip, you ground against his bulge, your skilled fingers knowing just how and where to apply pressure. he tossed the controller aside onto the couch, his now-free hands finding their way to your waist, pressing firmly against your flesh. just as he leaned in to kiss your neck, you pushed his chest away, firmly holding him against the couch. you thrust your phone in front of his face. "pink or white?" you scrolled between the two dress pictures, and wooyoung glanced at you, a hint of annoyance in his expression. he quickly glanced at the phone in a disinterested manner before snatching it away and tossing it beside his controller. "white, baby. now move and let me fuck you. my dick hurts," he exclaimed, his voice filled with desire.
wooyoung rolls his eyes, fully aware of what you're trying to do. "you damn well know i wasn't looking at no picture."
you move past him, making your way to the couch he had occupied just a moment ago, and begin slipping one heel onto your foot, struggling with the pesky little latch. you bite your lip, forcefully closing your mouth, briefly contemplating asking wooyoung for help with the heels. "i'm not changing, woo," you assert, not even bothering to look up from your task.
"baby, come here. let me show you something," he calls out in a gentle tone, beckoning you with two fingers. reluctantly, you get up, leaving one foot bare on the floor.
once you're within his reach, he swiftly grabs you and maneuvers you so that you're facing him. he bends you slightly, placing a hand on your shoulder and another on the lower part of your back. as you're bent, he moves his nearest hand to your face, forcing you to turn and gaze at your reflection in the mirror.
as you continue to stare at yourself, your eyes fall upon the edge of your dress, which does absolutely nothing to conceal the flesh at the bottom of your buttocks. you were aware that the dress was on the smaller side, but you didn't realize it rode up this high.
embarrassment floods your face as you imagine how mortifying it would have been to walk outside like that and only notice later. you notice wooyoung's smirk as he witnesses your expression crumble, and you bite the inside of your cheek. he's right, but you'd rather perish than admit it. so, you push his hands away, feigning indifference.
"my butt looks cute," you shrug nonchalantly, staring back at him. he gazes at you with annoyance, clenching his jaw, "i don't mind if people look at it." his tone is firm and leaves no room for argument as he issues his order.
"well, i do mind, so go put on some pants."
"or what?" you smirk internally, observing how his ears start turning red and the veins in his neck become more pronounced. he's so adorable when he's angry, and you can't resist challenging him. besides, he always fucks you exceptionally well when he's like this.
"watch your tone, i'm not playing with you."
bingo. now all you need to do is push him a little further until he snaps, and you know you're in for an unforgettable night.
"you're so insecure. do you think 'm going to find someone better than you out there? is that why you're acting like this?" you giggle mischievously, managing to attach the little strap to your ankle, stretching your foot as you admire your recent pedicure.
"one more word," he reaches for his patek watch, unlatching the lock and removing it. you stare at him, letting out a small hum of confusion. he remains silent as he places the silver watch on the nearby furniture, gripping the wood tightly until his fingers turn white. he chuckles, "one more word, and i'll fuck you until you're crying on my cock."
he notices the subtle clench of your thighs, but his expression remains composed, his gaze piercing through you. innocently tilting your head, you look up at him with big doe eyes for a moment before dropping the act and revealing a sly smirk.
"do you think i'll find a man with a bigger dick than yours out there?" you ask, resting your chin on your palm. in just two strides, he's in front of you, gripping your hair tightly in his fist. you bite your lip, fighting the urge to smile.
"such an attention whore," he whispers, and you hold your breath in anticipation. "should i fuck the attitude out of you? you'd like that, would you?"
you nod, and he snorts, but there's no amusement in his eyes, and his laughter feels purely mocking. "what a slut. i bet you're already soaking," he mutters, clicking his tongue disapprovingly. he lifts you up by your hair, making you whine before ordering you to be quiet.
he turns you around and forcefully bends you over the sofa, your delicate hands finding their place on the armrest. without giving you a moment to think, he swiftly pulls your dress up and yanks your lacy panties down to your heels. a dry chuckle escapes him as he notices the glistening trail of your arousal connecting your panties to your swollen pussy, and you flush with embarrassment.
"don't tease," you whisper as you feel him collect your wetness on his finger, gliding over your folds but intentionally ignoring your throbbing clit. he delivers a harsh slap to the inside of your thigh before tightening his grip on your hair.
"do you really think you’re in a position to give orders? know your fucking place," he growls, his voice laced with a commanding edge, as he swiftly retrieves the abandoned panties and tucks them away in the depths of his pocket. asserting his dominance, he places a strong hand on your back, urging you to arch your body in submission. enthralled by his forceful touch, you release blissful moans, your face seeking refuge in the shelter of your forearms.
"no you don't get to hide."
he raises you from your previous position, effortlessly hoisting you onto his shoulder, your body perched upon his frame. in a bold display of dominance, he delivers a stinging slap to your butt, evoking a surprised squeal to escape your lips. as he strides into the room, you find yourself airborne for a moment before landing upon the bed, the impact causing a playful bounce. your dress rides up, revealing your bareness, laying it bare for his eyes to behold.
with a gaze filled with smoldering intensity, he casts his eyes upon you. nonchalantly, he unfastens the top buttons of his shirt, revealing a glimpse of his chest, and methodically rolls up his sleeves, exposing the sinewy veins on his forearms. the sight of his pulsating veins elicits a whimper from deep within you, anticipation building as drool pools within your mouth. without hesitation, he seizes your ankle, firmly dragging you towards the edge of the bed.
"didn't shut your mouth when i told you so i'll shut it for you," he asserts firmly. swiftly retrieving your black lacy panties from his pocket, he presses them into your mouth with a forceful intensity, effectively stifling your cries, while the taste of your essence lingers upon your tongue. unzipping his pants, he exposes his fully aroused and throbbing member, its vibrant hue accentuated by its eager glisten, "so fucking loud."
he positions the tip of his member, allowing it to penetrate only an inch before he locks eyes with you, "beg." a smirk dances upon his lips, knowing full well your current predicament leaves you unable to utter a word. the fabric restricts the passage of air, pressing against the beginning of your throat. as he catches the sound of your muffled whimpers, he feigns concern and queries, "you don't want this dick? thought you were my dumb cockslut, thought you were my cum dump, you don't wanna beg?"
as you begin nodding frantically in response to his words, a smile creeps across his face. he observes the tears streaming down your cheeks, evidence of the ache within your pussy. despite his proximity, there remains a tantalizing distance between you, heightening your sense of helplessness. as you clench around his crimson tip, you feel the faintest of thrusts, the motion minuscule yet undeniably present, intensifying your sobs. his grin widens as he witnesses the drool spilling from your lips, relishing in the control he holds over you. "fuck, i love it when you cry, makes me so hard."
responding to your fervent plea, he swiftly retrieves the panties from your mouth, granting your desire to speak. without missing a beat, you launch into a desperate plea, your voice filled with longing and need. "pleaase please pleaseee, wooyi i need it so bad, give it to me." your begging appears to have an effect, as he places a hand upon your trembling thighs, parting them gently to create more space, heightening the anticipation. yet, despite the enticing position, he remains motionless.
"who's my dumb slut, mmh?" he grunts. in response, you mumble a string of submissive affirmations, your voice barely audible as you confirm your role with each whispered "me." finally, yielding to his desires, he thrusts deeply, fully penetrating you. "i've been too nice with you, too lenient you forgot your place." with each snap of his hips, you emit a piercing cry, your fists clenching tightly onto the blanket beneath you, lost in a whirlwind of overwhelming sensations.
"such an attention whore," he moans, "i thought you were mine alone, but clearly, for a cock-hungry slut like you, nothing is ever enough." his relentless thrusts reverberate through the room, the rhythmic collision of thighs filling the air, while his pubic bone grinds harshly against your sensitive bundle of nerves, sending waves of pleasurable fuzziness cascading through your body.
"'m sorry nngh only you," you whine, feeling the tightening in your stomach as your next orgasm looms near. "please, let me…mngh, cum. please, please?" you babble out, your desperation evident in your words. wooyoung responds with a hearty laugh, his large hands pressing into the soft flesh of your thighs.
"you're so fucking dumb, i can't even understand you. always talking back now look at you, y'can't even speak," he pants, his tone dripping with a mix of condescension and control. bringing his thumb to your swollen clit, he rubs it with a cruel and unyielding pressure. "baby wanna cum?" you nod eagerly, your hair swaying with the movement, tears streaming down the sides of your face, "then cum."
in just a matter of seconds, the overwhelming intensity engulfs you, causing your stomach to tighten and a high-pitched whine to escape your lips. expecting him to cease his actions and provide respite, you attempt to take a deep breath, but to your dismay, he continues without relenting. panic grips your senses as you desperately try to convey that it's becoming too much, that you need him to stop. yet, as you lock eyes with wooyoung's hooded gaze, a smirk playing across his face, the realization dawns upon you. this is your punishment. you should have known better. it had been far too easy to coax him into fucking you. normally, he would relish in being just as much as a brat as you, drawing out the tantalizing foreplay for hours, until your begging reached the point of voicelessness. fighting fire with fire.
"s'too much, woo, no, please," you plead, the desperation heavy in the room. however, since you haven't used your safe word yet, wooyoung's pace remains unyielding. he pinches down on your swollen clit, causing a silent scream to escape your lips, your back arching from the bed. your nails dig harshly into the skin of his hands. "why would i listen to you?" he taunts, his words laced with a hint of retribution. "you're nothing but a brat who refuses to listen to me, s'only fair if i get back at you, don't you think so? isn't that what you wanted."
you find yourself devoid of the strength to respond, only broken gasps escaping your trembling lips. your eyes roll back into their sockets as he lifts one of your legs, positioning your white heel on his shoulder, allowing him to hit a deeper spot.
the climax engulfs you once more, sweeping you away in a torrent of pleasure and desperation. a cry escapes your lips, a fusion of ecstasy and yearning. as you gaze back up at wooyoung, your chest rising and falling rapidly, he returns your gaze with a gentle smile. his cold hand brushes against your cheek, caressing it tenderly. finally you're done. you smile back, matching the softness in his expression. however, his laughter startles you, shattering the illusion. "you really thought we were done huh." your eyes widen when he snaps his dick into, the collapse harsh on your clit which makes more tears come out of your face.
the pain courses through your body, causing tremors to ripple across your trembling form, yet you know that the discomfort will soon transform into pure pleasure. wooyoung tenderly takes hold of your ankle, planting a gentle kiss upon it, momentarily offering a contrast to the intensity of his actions. a flicker of hope ignites within you, driving you to beg once more, maybe he'll stop after this one if you manage to convince him. "w-woo, baby, please," you stammer, your voice fractured and strained, your tongue heavy and uncooperative. "i c-can't do it anymore mnngh 'm sorry so sorry sorry s'too much,"
"my baby's so dumb, of course you can take it. i know your body more than you do. you can give me another one. acted like a slut now you get to be one, so take it." with a hand pressed firmly against your stomach, his thrusts begin to slow down, each one deep and forceful, "need to cum in you baby, can't stop until you're filled with my cum, need to see it dripping from your pretty pussy, need to see you cry."
as you nod, you release uncontrollable sobs, your tears intermingling with the shared intensity of the moment. your desperate desire to please him consumes you entirely. as he begins to vocalize his own pleasure, moans escaping his lips, you know that he's nearing his climax. your mind flickers in and out of consciousness, the sheer magnitude of pleasure rendering you temporarily lost in a blissful haze.
"you're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me. only me, nobody else," he rambles, as he releases himself inside you, his head falling back to reveal the inviting expanse of his neck. the sensation of his warm seed filling your quivering walls pushes you to the precipice. overwhelmed by pleasure, your body convulses in a powerful climax, marking your third orgasm of the night.
after withdrawing from you, he maintains a firm grip on your ankle, using his thigh to keep your legs open. as he tucks himself back into his pants, his gaze remains fixated on the sight of his cum slowly oozing out of your well-used hole. a silent contemplation lingers in the air before a smile graces his lips. he tenderly pulls your dress back into place, ensuring your modesty is restored. bending down over you, he gazes at your exhausted visage, wet with tears and traces of drool clinging to your chin.
he affectionately licks your chin, savoring the remnants of drool before capturing your lips in a passionate and messy kiss. despite your exhaustion, you muster the energy to respond, your tired lips meeting his. within the intimate embrace, he smiles, his satisfaction evident.
"did so good for me baby, next time just shut your mouth when i tell you to."