#so like yeah

“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