After Dark (+18) Day 11

Who: Jang Wooyoung x Reader

What: Smut

Story: N/A

There was a soft rapping at Wooyoung's door that drew him from his office. Barefoot he walked across the wood floors shirtless with white sweatpants. He cracked the door to see Y/N behind it, her innocent puppy dog eyes looked up from the floor and locked with his. He opened it wider looking at her concerned,

"Y/N, what happened? Are you okay?"

Her eyes were red from crying, he couldn't help but notice the faint glow they had. She looked defeated, all her enthusiasm that was normally there was gone.

"Can I come in?" She asked.

Her arms were folded, she held herself tightly behind a somewhat thin jacket. It wasn't sufficient enough to keep her warm especially for this year's winter.

"Yeah, come in."

He stepped aside for her to walk in and she took off her shoes while he closed the door. She looked back at him and that look of deep sadness pained him. He placed his hand on her upper back, gently running it up and down in short soft strokes to offer comfort. Just with his touch she was starting to feel better but she was still hurt. He led her to the couch and as she sat down he excused himself to put tea on the stove and grab a blanket to warm her up.

"Tell me what's wrong," he said as he wrapped the blanket around her.

She turned to him, her eyes heavy and then she started to cry again. She was deeply upset and Wooyoung felt somewhat out of place. Without knowing the problem, he didn't know what he could do to fix it.

"I got into a huge fight with my parents and stormed out of the house," she said through tears.

"On Christmas eve?"

She nodded and wiped her nose with the tissue he offered her. She took a deep shaky breath and looked him in the face.

"They think I'm worthless Wooyoung. They said I'm not going anywhere in life. That I need to get married, to quit my job-" she started crying even more.

Wooyoung sighed, her parents were harsh; from what he understood, they always had been. They demanded more from her than she could give. She felt like she couldn't live up to their expectations. She loved her life, her job, her friends but her mother and father always had something to add. He understood she felt like no matter what she did it was never good enough for them.

"I can't stand this," she agonized, grabbing her chest because her pain was so overwhelming. "I finally get a job I like, I start living my life the way I want. I finished school like they wanted me to but they just want me to marry some rich guy. 'Drawing pictures isn't a job it's a hobby.' She said. I mean can you believe that? My own mother."

The pain in her voice made his own heartache. He hated seeing her look so hurt. She couldn't control her tears.

"Y/N, you and I both know your job is more than just drawing pictures. You're an artist, your work is known all over Korea. You work long hours of the night trying to meet deadlines, you have to argue with writers and adjust things for editors. Being a comic book illustrator is more than just a job. It's your career and you're wonderful at it."

She smiled faintly,

"Well at least you think so."

"You don't have to listen to your mother. You don't have to give up anything just to meet their expectations. Who they want you to be isn't who you are."

"Who am I?" She asked.

He took her face in his hands. She was so sweet, she was such a beautiful creature to him. How long had he hoped to hold her and kiss her. The moment never seemed right and even now he wanted desperately to confess how he felt about her and explain his feelings that have grown for her this past year. The closer they got the more he fell for her but again it wasn't the right time.

Yet there was the urge...

"You are Y/N, the most wonderful," he kissed her forehead, "loveable," her right cheek, "talented," her left cheek, "generous," the tip of her nose, "sweetest human being in the world."

He gazed into her eyes and there was a look in hers that made him feel as if he were floating in space. She had the galaxy in her eyes, pools of rich honey drawing him into the black holes of her pupils. He slowly leaned in while saying,

"You're not a ball of clay meant to be molded by your parents imagination. You're unique all on your own."

He noticed she had moved in closer as well. What he didn't know was that her heart beat had sped up. Her cheeks were starting to get hot; they were getting closer to each other. The promise of a kiss lingered in their minds. They were hesitant, not sure weather they were reading into the wrong actions or taking advantage of a moment. There was curiosity that peeked between both of them, each wondering what it would be like to mold their lips together and feel their tongues wrestle with each other. They were almost their, an inch from a glorious awakening.


The tea kettle began to whistle, Wooyoung tried not to look disappointed in the moment being lost. He stood up promising to be back and prepared the tea. He cursed to himself partly wishing he had felt her lips and the other part feeling stupid for trying to kiss her while she was hurt. He came back into the living room handing her the tea as he sat down next to her.

"You can stay here tonight," he said bluntly.

She looked at him, she looked taken aback. He figured she worried about what others would think. He was tempted to tell her no one had to know. She gave him a soft smile though.

"Thank you," she whispered.

He nodded with a smile.

They turned on the TV and drank their tea together. She laid her head on his chest, getting warm from the tea, blanket and his body heat. He realized that she had walked to his place rather than stopping for a cab. He knew it was because she could think better if she walked and she didn't want to feel like she had an audience when she burst out in tears. She could ignore the faces she passed by on the street but the face of a cab driver looking at her through the rear view mirror she couldn't. It wasn't long before he offered her his sweater to change in. He placed her clothes in the dryer to steam fresh them for her tomorrow. He always had spare tooth brushes so he showed her where they were before he left her in the guest room to sleep.

But she couldn't.

She was lost in thought, thinking about what could've happened. Her mind had long forgotten the heated debate with her parents and had gone to the quivering in her heat. His lips looked soft, his hands were smooth and even leaning against his bare chest had made her heart throb and her blood rush. Her fingertips nearly felt like they were vibrating. She nibbled on her finger nail, careful not to bite it off. She was still cold even under the blanket. All she wore was his sweater he gave her and her all black underwear. So she went into the kitchen to get some water. As she passed by Wooyoung's room again, she saw it was slightly cracked.

Her curiosity peeked and she looked through seeing the tone in his muscles. The structure of his build. He was doing push ups in his boxers before standing up to stretch and get in the bed. She got a little too close to the door and drew his attention. She covered her mouth embarrassed and looked away but Wooyoung had already made it to the door before she could think to go back to her room. He opened the door,

"Y/N? Are you okay?"

"Aren't you getting tired of asking me that?" She sighed.

He chuckled,

"It does become taxing after a while."

She looked up at him with big eyes. She knew he was joking just by the way he said it. He looked at her with such a caring face like he actually saw her for who she was. She resisted the urge to immediately kiss him even though she stepped up closer to him.

"The guest room is a little cold," she said.

He saw her cheeks get a little red and found her unbearably adorable. So he took her hand and led her into the bed with him.

"You can stay in here with me," he said

He wrapped his arms around her and it finally dawned on her that he just ran hot. She was warm now; she was comfortable. He smelled like soap. He kissed her forehead whispering to her goodnight but she looked up at him staring at his jawline. She noticed the definition of his Adam's apple. Without thinking she had kissed the buldge of his throat. She looked at his face as he looked down at her like he was questioning if what happened had really happened. Y/N swallowed nervously and reached up to caress his face. Her fingertips were as soft as feathers. He couldn't control himself anymore. He swiftly switched their positions until he was on top of her.

"Y/N," he whispered, "You don't know what you're doing to me."

"Then show me."

Her eyes never faltered, they were locked with his. He knew what she was saying and he was elated she was saying it. 'Don't let this be a dream' he thought to himself. He dipped his head down and kissed her on the lips. Their tongues greeted each other, chasing each other like two dogs meeting for the first time. She moaned on his lips and it was the most beautiful thing in the world to him. His heart leapt in his chest, he felt like he'd been picked up in a storm of desire.

His hand slid under the sweater she was wearing and it was all he could do not to call out "dear god" because she wasn't wearing her bra. He didn't remember them being in the clothes he put in the dryer and he didn't care. He felt the fleshy mounds, her nipples puckered at his touch. His fingers sweetly pinched the buds, twisted them and flicked them with his finger while he watched her look him in the eyes and bite her lip.

"Fuck," he whispered.

It just came out. He wasn't in complete control over himself. He slid his other hand under the sweater until he could bunch the fabric up to the top so that he could expose her breast. Beautiful, supple, bigger than any other girl he slept with. His mouth hungrily covered one bud while his fingers occupied another. He felt her twist and writhe beneath him. Her mews were music to his ears. Her fingers ran through his hair as she moaned his name.

"Wooyoung, ah! Woo--young. Oh god,"

Her voice was so delicate, she was an angel. He nibbled on her nipples, careful to cause just enough pain to instigate pleasure. Her hips rolled against his as if begging him to be inside her. Unable to with stand it any longer, she lifted his head from her breast and said,

"Ravish me."

She needn't say any more. He pulled the sweater off of her and then yanked down her panties. He slipped two fingers inside her, testing her waters and stretching her out. He dipped his head between her legs and she couldn't help but feel her body blossom with the erotic sight.

"Fuck," she breathed.

She didn't curse much but that word coming off her lips was too cute. He could feel the heat within her. His fingers continued their stroking, even and slow tempered, curled just to make sure he hit the right spots. His lips collapsed around the bundle of nerves that controlled her pleasure. He looked for the sweet spots, sucking her thighs, biting her lips, covering her delicious mound in his saliva. She tasted better than he could ever imagine. He felt as though he were devouring a drug, he was losing his senses. He drew his fingers back from her and she reached for his hand weakly, begging him to continue.

"Please, don't stop."

Her legs moved restlessly on the bed, her thighs rubbed together as her pussy ached to be filled again. Her clit throbbed wanting desperately to be kissed, sucked and licked. She bit her bottom lip again when she saw him lower his boxers. He was hard and long, precum had budded at the top of his member. He reached for the dresser drawer next to her and pulled a condom out of the top drawer. She took it from him and ripped it open with her teeth. That made his swollen heat jump. She sat up just enough to slip the condom onto him with one hand. He found her skill incredibly sexy. He lifted her leg onto his shoulder. She was still sitting up as much as she could.

Wooyoung kissed her as he entered her body. He gave her time to adjust to him. Her womb could feel him knocking at the door asking to go deeper. She tightened around him as the wave of pleasure crashed into her. She pulled him to her lips and kissed him feverishly as he began to rock into her a little faster. Moans were up in the air from both parties, the bed creaked with their movements. She was engulfed in his warmth. His was aiming for her release, he wanted to watch her erupt. He wanted to see her eyes roll in the back of her head.

Wooyoung lowered his head to her neck as he laid her down on the bed. He kissed her collarbone, he bit her neck then sucked on the flesh being sure to leave his mark. He was being flooded with carnal desire. He moved harder, rocking into her body as if to overthrow all common sense in her mind. He wanted to over take her, make sure every cell in her body knew him and craved him.

"Y/N. Y/N," he moaned.

She brought him closer to her. She clawed his back moaning louder. She was falling deeper into the throughs of passion.

"I want you. All of you," he groaned in her neck.

"Have me. I'm yours."

He kissed her lips again as if he were going to eat her. He bit at her lips; his tongue overthrew hers and claimed its dominance. He lifted her butt a little to get deeper, explore her caverns even further than before.. He wanted to drive her crazy, have her feigning for more. He wanted her clawing desperately to have him on top of her. She suddenly pushed him up and topped him. He looked up at her a bit surprised. He saw the darkness of her blown pupils, the galaxy within them was sucking him in again. Was he looking at a succubus that knew exactly how to lead him to the devil or was he looking at an angel that had just freshly fallen?

She locked fingers with his, she smiled in his face as she began to roll her hips in a ride. She wanted to feel him destroy every inch of her and then rebuild. She wanted him to create something knew within her while keeping her own identity. She wanted to be his. She started to bounce on his throbbing phallus. He moaned like it hurt but in fact it was so good he was close to exploding within her. He wanted to wait, to savor it but she was driving him to the edge.


He reached for her succulent breast again. He played with them and started to buck his hips up into her each time she came down on him.

"Oh my god I'm going to come," she warned.

"Just let go."

She leaned over panting, heart jumping out of her chest. She was losing her mind in the whirlpool of sex and passion. She was overcome with the harsh twisting inside her. Her thighs tensed on him as she came down on him once again and a cry of electric release was sent out into the room. Her body erupted in spasms as she threw her head back enjoying the moment of euphoria over taking her.

He grabbed her and pulled her to the bed again, driving himself into her faster while her spasms continued to make her tighten around him. The pulsing of her fiery depths sent him jumping over the edge shortly after her. He collapsed on the bed beside her breathing heavily. He turned his head to look at her and with half lidded eyes she chuckled.

"What?" He asked.

She shook her head like it was nothing,

"Just funny how things work out."

He cupped her cheek in his hand.

"I'm in love with you Y/N. I have been for a while."

She smiled and said,

"That's good. Recently I wondered if I would risk our friendship if I said anything to you about how I felt."

He brought her head to lay on his chest and he said,

"I'm glad you feel the same."

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