#Jung Wooyoung x Male Reader

[star-suh]

Brat and Brattier

Jung Wooyoung x Male Reader

cw: idol au, dom top woo, bratty bottom member reader, rough sex, brat taming, slapping, spanking, fingering, auralism (attempt), degradation, sex toys, edging, sir kink, double penetration, breeding, marking, feminization.

an: need those arms around my neck 👹NOW👹

since they debuted until today, wooyoung has always been recognized as the brat of the group, but everything changed some time later when a new member joined the group, yn. he was a cheeky motherfucker, always teasing and getting on wooyoung's nerves. “yn can you please shut up, i'm trying to watch this series” wooyoung's blood boiling of anger seeing how he has no peace not even in his dorm, that he now shares with yn, “this is my dorm too, i can do whatever i want” the other replied with a cocky grin. “what was that you punk? i'm older than you, you know... you should be respecting me”. his face covered in a red hue, the anger could be felt throughout the room, the tension in the air was palpable.

"meh" yn just shrugs and ignores him.

this was wooyoung's last straw, he was tired of yn attitude so maybe it was time to teach him how to behave. he silently went to the dorm's door and lock it, thankfully the rest of the members were out shopping, then he walked towards yn's bed and grabbed him by the collar “you're being such an annoying bitch right now yn. would you be a good boy and shut the fuck up? let me finish watching my series” yn was lowkey scared of wooyoung's right now but he still wants to rail him up more, the sexual tension between them growing up too. the older let him go and went towards his bed when something made him stop right there, “make me”...

wooyoung smirked, he knew what he was doing and he wasn't going to waste the opportunity to teach the boy some manners.

“sure”...

yn now was on woo's lap, with no pants nor underwear, the only thing that kept his ass warm was the spanking that the other was giving him. each spank being rougher than the last one. “... 18… 19… and 20, ok that was the last one” woo comments rubbing the bright red ass trying to soothe the pain. meanwhile yn was containing his tears but he couldn't let wooyoung win “that's all?” he asks. a sudden slap landed on his ass making him swallow his next words, “you love being a bratty whore, aren't you? i was thinking on going easy on you but well…” wooyoung laughs “brace yourself slut, you asked for this”.

a cold liquid dripped down yn's ass, wooyoung's hands smearing all of it, then he introduces a finger all at once inside the other's hole, no warning. “is this what you wanted, attention whore?” woo asks, introducing the other two fingers. yn ignores him, focusing on hiding his whimpers. “come on” the older sighs “answer me when i ask you” he starts speeding up the movement of his hand, ruining the boy's hole. after the sudden change of speed yn started moaning louder, “there you go”, the wet sounds making woo's cock hard.

“turn around” commanded wooyoung but the other didn't obeyed. the older grabbed him by his arms and forced him to turn around, watching how rock hard he was. wooyoung's face went near the other's ear, his breath sending pleasurable shivers down yn's body. “damn, aren't you a nasty pervert?. getting off on people being rough with you..” each word being whispered with some kisses here and there.

yn tried to hide his face with his arms but wooyoung avoided it “what happened attention slut? are you shy now? aww”; “shut up” yelled yn “just let's get over with this asshole" tears threatening to come out of his eyes. suddenly he felt a stingy pain on his right cheek, wooyoung just slapped him “what the fuck did you just d-” he was cut by wooyoung's lips clashing against his, “that's not how you should address me” he says in between kisses. wooyoung's lips were soft and his tongue was doing wonders inside his mouth “sorry sir” he blurted out. “mm-mm i didn't hear you, say it louder”; “yes sir” yelled yn with all his strength.

“there you go” says wooyoung proudly, “now let's make the rules clear”, wooyoung stands up going towards his closet. he takes out a box from there and then sits down on the bed near yn again, from there he takes out a ring and places it at the base of yn's dick.

“rule number 1, i own you”.

he grabs a dildo, apply some lube on it and insert it on yn's hole.

“rule number two, you don't get to choose what to do or don't. i decide how to use you”.

the dildo going in and out, the squelching sounds mixed with the whimpers was like music for wooyoung's ears.

“rule number 3, you're gonna be a good slut and be grateful for whatever i give you. understood?”

yn just nods, then he feels another slap on his left cheek.

“understood?”.

“yes sir”.

“that's a good little toy”.

wooyoung unzips his pants discarding it along with his underwear, slapping his fat cock against that slutty hole.

“do you want this cock baby?”.

“yes sir”.

“tell me how badly you want it”.

“i want it so bad sir, please”.

“that doesn't convince me” wooyoung keeps on rubbing the tip around the already stuffed hole.

“please sir, i want the real cock and not this piece of plastic.. please”.

wooyoung keeps doubting, he doesn't reply anything.

“i'll be a good whore sir, please make this pussy yours. make me yours”.

“so desperate” wooyoung gets closer to yn's face and kissed him while introducing his cock, “so fucking tight”.

wooyoung's thrusts were rough, yn's hole was being stretched to the max being stuffed with a cock and a dildo at the same time. “sir you're gonna break me” he pants, tears rolling down his eyes and his tongue out.

“you look better like this so fucked up, squirming with my dick inside you. you were made for this.. to be used by me”; “yes sir, i'm just a hole for you to use” replied yn quickly, the overstimulation already hitting him.

“let's get rid of this” wooyoung pulls out the dildo with no warning making yn squirm in pain. now with just his dick inside woo can move more freely “i'm gonna obliterate this pussy”, he looks down, “damn you wanted me that bad? look how you're pussy is gripping me so hard” he laughs “it's like it doesn't want me to pull out”.

“sir i want to cum, please take it out” yn signals towards the cock ring.

“did you learn your lesson? are you gonna behave?”.

“yes sir”.

“who's your owner?”.

“you my sir, i belong to you”.

“such a good toy”, wooyoung removed the ring of the dick and watched how it squirted all the cum, the orgasm making yn's ass squeeze hard on woo's cock making him cum inside of him. “i'm fucking cumming” a mixture of grunts, pants and whimpers filled the room. wooyoung rode his high but kept the dick inside “you're so cute when you're so fucked up. makes me want to wreck you even more” he kissed the dumbified yn and resumed his thrusts, his dick getting hard again inside the smaller's ass. “next time you act like this i'm gonna edged for all the week, so stop being a brat okey?”.

“yes sir” he responds, eyes rolled back feeling woo's tip brushing his prostate.

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months later fans noticed how yn stopped acting like a brat, or at least not that much. they also noticed how just a simple touch or stare from wooyoung is enough to make him behave. so they came to the conclusion that maybe wooyoung is in charge of making yn behave while he takes back his title of the group's brat.

[joonggphilia]

☼Who’s in Charge☼ (J W.Y)

☼pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Male reader ☼genre: smut ☼prompt: “you really thought I would just fall into your arms?” ☼CW: school au!, enemies to idk, dub con, blowjob, meany Wooyoung ☼a/n: I love him <33333 also rip readers, no fluff from me or Jubin.

Read jaemmphilia’s version here!!!!

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M/n l/n. The schools popular guy, the athlete type, everybody loved him except for Jung Wooyoung, the student council president. The two had been going at it since elementary school. No one knew why you two hated each other so much, it was just common knowledge. Some people say you two are polar opposites, some people think it’s a fight over grades, or maybe teacher’s favorite. Others, say you two like each other, but that’s bullshit….. “Cmon m/n, just do it. I’m sure you’ll get an answer if you charm him.” Your friend Yunho, pushed. He wanted you to find out if Wooyoung really did like you. Absolutely ludicrous. “Shut up, he’ll hear you.” You groaned, nudging yunho as you passed the student council office. “Just go.” Yunho cackled, pushing you into the door. Oh fuck. “Excuse me?” Wooyoungs sharp voice rang out, his fox eyes scanning your form. “U-uhm, Woo! I wanted to ask you something.” You asked in your best flirty tone. “M/n, I really don’t have time for you.” He said, almost like your name in his mouth tasted bad. “Oh cmon, just listen.” You grinned, sitting on the edge of his desk. He looked up at you through his glasses, raising an eyebrow. “You like me don’t you.” M/n sneered, leaning down to look in Wooyoung’s eyes. “Come here.” Wooyoung hummed, motioning for you to come stand in front of him. You were so ready for his answer….excited almost? Wooyoung smiled at you, his eyes sweet and playful. “M/n you…….really thought I would fall into your arms?” Wooyoung cackled, his laugh was piercing and cruel. “Well I-“ you started, but got cut off. “It’s ok. I see the way you look at me. Sit.” Wooyoung demand, pushing your shoulders down so you fell to your knees. “Since you like me so much, why don’t you do what you want. I’m right here.” He said, grinning as he sat on his office chair. “Wooyoung, I promise, I didn’t mean it like this.” You persisted, massaging your knee slowly. “Just suck me off m/n. You want it. I’m frustrated.” Wooyoung shrugged, leaning back farther. You looked at him in shock and disbelief, was this really Wooyoung talking. The sweet, innocent, and kind student pres. was pushing you onto your knees and demanding you give him a blowjob. It was hot. “Woo-” You muttered, but he placed his hand on his zipper. “Good boy, I knew you liked me.” He sneered, his voice dripping with hate. You slipped his pants down and his cock immediately hit your cheek. He didn’t wear any underwear to school? You let it slip your mind, carefully grabbing onto his erect penis and bring the tip to your lips. “I don’t have all day.” Wooyoung mumbled, placing his hand on your head. This caused you to rush a little bit, taking him into your mouth and swirling your tongue around his agitated tip. You took him deeper and deeper, inch by inch, using your hands on what you couldn’t reach. Slurping noises rang out around the room. “You’re not very good at this.” Wooyoung fake yawned, pushing you all the way down on his cock and holding you there. You gagged and gasped as he laughed. Tears brimmed at your eyes, threatening to fall. He then pulled you up by your hair and made eye contact with you. “Now make me cum, or everyone will know about how you like me soooo much.” Wooyoung laughed, and pushed you down back onto his cock.

“have you seen m/n?” Yunho hummed, asking one of his soccer teammates. He hasn’t seen m/n since he pushed him into Wooyoung’s office. “He stayed overnight to study with Wooyoung. Maybe Wooyoung does like m/n?”

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[spicyseonghwas]

chocolate stash - jung wooyoung

pairing :: jung wooyoung x male reader genres :: fluff, angst, fluffy suggestive au's :: bf!wooyoung, established relationship viewer rating :: 15+ content warnings :: light cursing, nightmares, all nighter, food mentions, kissing, spiders, arachnophobia, crying, an all-nighter, pet names (baby, darling, woo boo, my prince) word count :: 894 credits :: divider - @cafekitsune networks :: @preciousillusions-net @timenote-library @cacaokpop-fics

your sleeping form tossed and turned in bed as you whimpered and sobbed in your sleep; the only soul who knew exactly the horrors you were experiencing was wooyoung's poor thing who was experiencing it. 

wooyoung opened the door, being as quiet as he possibly could as he stepped into the hallway. the toe of his shoe hit the bottom corner of the apartment door as he stepped around it, and he involuntarily inhaled, his spine shaking in a pained cringe. 

wooyoung's hand drifted up to cover his mouth as he let loose a wide yawn. he put his hand on the door knob, but before he could turn it and enter the room, he heard your sleeping cries for wooyoung's. he heard you begging desperately for... someone or something not to hurt you, and the sound of that made his heart fall and shatter. wooyoung hurried into the room, dropping his things on the floor next to the bed as he crawled up over you and lay down at your side.

“hey,” he whispered, scooting closer to you and began to gently run his fingers through your hair, leaving little butterfly kisses on your neck, face and the tip of your nose as he pulled you as close to his chest as he could get you.

“baby, wake up, it’s just a nightmare,” he whispered into your hair, hugging you tight and biting his bottom lip as he tried to hold back from crying himself. 

wooyoung's resolve didn’t last long however, crumbling to pieces when you sobbed into his chest and began to scream. he squeezed his eyes shut and bit down harder on his lip as he felt the first tears roll down the side of his face and across the bridge of his nose. 

“m-m/n, wake up, please...” he whimpered, unconsciously pulling you closer to him as he hid his face in your hair. “m/n, it’s j-just a nightmare, baby, wake up, please...”

You continued to sob and plead into wooyoung's chest, and for the longest time he just cried with you. But when he heard one particular word slip from your lips, he finally understood the horrors you were experiencing.

spiders.

you were afraid of spiders. that was what was plaguing your minimal hours of rest --- you had texted him about four hours ago that you were going to bed after a two-day all-nighter working on an essay for one of the core classes you were taking for your psychology major. 

wooyoung let out a shaky breath he hadn’t known he was holding, squeezing you even tighter if possible as hot, salty tears continued to spill down the side of his face and into your hair. his hand strayed up to the back of your head, and he gently pressed you impossibly closer. 

soon enough, your sleeping sobs and pleads faded away, melting into the silence. wooyoung's tears soon stopped coming as well and, not knowing what to do or say, he simply continued to cuddle you, hugging you as tight as he could, fearing that you would just melt away.

the two of you just laid there that way for a while, not exchanging words for what could have been hours before he felt an arm slowly worm under his side as you exhaustedly wrapped your arms around him. a smile forced its way through wooyoung's cracked and crumbling defenses, and he took a soft hold of your chin between his thumb and pointer finger as he leaned in and let his lips touch yours. 

“are you alright, my darling?” he asked, unable to get out anything more than a whisper as he tried desperately to control his heart and beat back the tears.

“n-no, not r-really...” you whimpered, nuzzling into the center of his chest as you tried your best not to start crying again.

wooyoung really didn’t wanna say it, but it was clear at this point that it needed to be said. he knew you needed to hear it, so with difficulty and a deep breath, he forced himself to say,

“You gotta stop doing this, m/n.”

“doing what...?” you asked, unhiding yourself and looking up at him through your still-wet lashes.

“skipping the second half of your blasted written communications class and staying up all night doing work that you should have had done in class.”

“but --- don’t wannaaa...” you whined.

“i don't give a flying fuck m/n, it’s bad for you!” pouted wooyoung, giving you his signature angy puppy eyes. you being in the soft, emotionally fragile state you were in, easily caved. 

“fine.” you sighed dramatically, giving him a cute, weak pout. “i promise i’ll stay the whole class.”

“aaand?” 

“HUUUUUUUGHH, FIIIIINE,” you groaned, letting go of wooyoung and flopping onto your back under the thick blankets that adorned the bed. “and i promise i won't pull allnighters anymore, and i'll do all my work in class."

wooyoung let himself smile, finally at ease. 

“good...” he murmured, pressing another kiss onto your lips before pulling you back into his arms.

“i love you, woo boo.” 

“i love you too, my prince.”

“can I have some chocolate?” you asked, giving wooyoung your own puppy eyes. 

“no, absolutely not!” he giggled, “you cannot get into my chocolate stash right after a nightmare!” 

you huffed and pouted, your eyebrows wrinkling in mock anger. 

“hmph.” you puffed, putting your face back into his chest.

© bouncyyunho 2023-2024.

[a-soft-hornytiny]

It's raining.

Summary: San wants Wooyoung’s attention and you make sure that he gets it, and then you decide to watch. 

Word count: 2.2k+

Genre: Smut

Pairing: OT8 x neutral!reader, Wooyoung x San (poly relationship)

Warnings: sub!san, dom!woo, shower sex, unprotected sex, use of kitten and master, slight degradation and humiliation, M x M, male penetration, anal sex, masturbation, voyeurism, cum, cumming untouched (let me know if I missed something) be careful while reading.

Notes: uhmmm yeah ive noticed that I don’t have any WooSan comtent on here so I decided to change that. Have fun reading haha

Taglist: under the cut (let me know if you wanna be added) 

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“Y/n!” You heard your name called right as you finished cleaning the kitchen. It was San’s voice, and it was his pouty one. You smiled softly as an image of pouty San appeared in your head. And unsurprisingly, when you found him in the living room, he looked just like you had imagined.

His arms were crossed and his legs were spread apart while he barely sat on the couch anymore. He had slid so deep that his chin was laying on his chest, which perfectly underlined his pouty lips. He was adorable. 

“What’s wrong little one?” You asked as you sat down next to him. Before answering, he turned towards you and pulled himself back up.

“Y/n…” He whined. “Wooyoung hasn’t given me any attention today.” 

You couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. He was getting so worked up just because he didn’t receive enough love, for his standards, from a single person. But Wooyoung and San’s relationship has always been special and you knew that. 

“Baby.. if he doesn’t give you enough attention, you need to tell him! He can’t read your mind.” You tried to comfort him a bit by gently patting his head. Without any hesitation San pressed his head into your hand and let out a satisfied sigh. Like a kitten. 

“Okay Sannie, get up. We’re gonna find Wooyoung and tell him to give you attention alright?” You said while standing up, not really accepting no as an answer. San nodded slowly and sloppily removed himself from the couch. You chuckled again. 

You held out your hand, which he immediately took, and walked him to Wooyoung’s room. But to his disappointment, Wooyoung wasn’t there. Only Yeosang looked up from his laptop, confused.

“Can I help you?” He asked, a loving smile on his face. The picture of you and San holding hands made his heart grow warm. 

“Where is Wooyoung?” You responded, sending him a small kiss. Yeosang received it with a dramatic gesture, holding his chest as if he was shot before he answered.

“Oh Wooyoungie is in the bathroom, I think he wanted to take a shower.” You quickly thanked him before leading San to the bathroom. You had an amazing idea. Right before the bathroom door, you stopped.

“Knock on the door honey.” You told San and his cheeks immediately turned red. 

“But- but what if he’s naked?” San asked, his mind obviously going places. You laughed a bit. As if San had ever cared about nakedness. “You’ll have to find out.” You giggled and knocked for him.

“Come in, the door is open!” Wooyoung’s voice sounded out of the room in response. You opened the door and gently pushed San forward. 

You entered a steamy room. Wooyoung always liked his showers hot. And before you could say anything, Wooyoung had pushed open one of the shower doors and popped his head out. As he realized it was you and San, he was confused.

“What’s wrong?” Wooyoung asked, sounding a bit worried. San just blushed and watched his feet. You gave him a little nudge. “Wasn’t there something you wanted to tell him, Sannie?”

Curiosity lit up in Wooyoung’s eyes and San was stepping from one foot to the other. 

“Uhm I- I want-“ San stuttered “I need your attention.” He was nearly whispering as he finished his sentence, but Wooyoung heard him loud and clear. His eyes darkened immediately and he shot you a small glance to make sure you were okay with what was about to happen. Oh and you definitely were. You nodded.

“You need my attention Sannie? Then get rid of those clothes and get it.” Wooyoung smirked as San flinched at his tone but instantly started undressing. You smiled. This is gonna be a nice show you thought while closing the toilet lit and settling down on it. Your premium seat gave you a clear view of the shower and even through the foggy glass you could perfectly see the outlines of Wooyoung’s naked body.

You had purposely left the door open to make sure everyone knew what was going on.

You watched San as he got rid of his last piece of clothing and stepped towards the shower. As cute as he liked to act there was no denial of how hot he was and he knew that very well. There was nothing that Yunho loved more than wrapping his big hands around San’s small waist while.. you know during what. Every member had their favourite part about San and if you had to choose it would be his broad shoulders.

His muscles were moving under his skin while he opened the shower door to get in. You were mesmerised by his movements. San was about to close the door behind him but Wooyoung interrupted him.

“Leave it open. I’m sure Y/n wants to watch.” 

Wooyoung had moved to the back part of the shower, leaving enough room so San could get himself wet. Having a big shower definitely had its advantages. 

But right when it looked like just a normal shower, Wooyoung took the body wash and squeezed a good amount into his hands before starting to gently massage San’s back. You watched as San flinched under the sudden touch but soon relaxed into Wooyoung’s hands.

A familiar tingle appeared in your belly as you followed Wooyoung’s hands with your eyes. He had started at San’s back before moving on to his shoulders and arms making sure every centimeter of his skin was covered in a thin layer of gel. Then he let his hands glide down San’s sides and stepped a bit closer to caress his chest and stomach. Their body’s were close, so close it looked like Wooyoung was pressed against San’s back while his hands were slowly wandering lower and lower. 

You smirked as you heard a well known little moan. 

Wooyoung had reached San’s crotch and began to stroke his dick gently. San had been hard from the moment he stepped into that shower. They had shut off the water before using body wash so you could clearly hear every little sound.

“Is this what you wanted, kitten?” Wooyoung asked, chuckling as San just nodded furiously. He loved that nickname. But that’s what he was to all of you, a little kitten.

San’s pathetic little moans from being jerked off echoed through the bathroom. Fuck this is too hot you thought as you felt arousment building up in your stomach. And you weren’t talking about the temperature in the room, which was also quite high.

Wooyoung was completely pressed against San by now, obviously rock hard as well. San could feel his boyfriend’s length press against his back and it made him go crazy. Wooyoung’s touch made him shiver, again and again, as he felt pre-cum dripping out of his own dick. 

“Do you want me to fuck you kitten? Is this the attention you need? If that’s the case, just say so~” Wooyoung teased San, letting one of his hands move to San’s butt while the other still gently jerked him off. 

You were in awe. You loved watching your boyfriend’s fuck each other. They were so ethereal and yet so pathetic, doing everything for the pleasure that they were getting. San send you an unsure gaze. 

“Can he?” San was breathing heavily. You smiled. He was such a good boy. Even asking for permission in this situation. You nodded.

“If that’s what you want, then feel free.” You answered calmly, even though you were burning inside. You wanted someone to stuff you with a dick or have someone sit in front of you eagerly waiting to satisfy you. Anything was fine. And you could’ve just asked one of them to come and help you out. But you decided to wait. Something about watching them without getting off yourself made you incredibly horny. 

Wooyoung didn’t hesitate a single second after he got your permission to fuck San. He had taken some of the lube that was standing in the shower for obvious reasons and started to carefully prep San. 

And San was shaking under his touch. He let out a deep groan as Wooyoung pushed a second finger into his entrance, slowly stretching him. 

“Enough…” San moaned. “Fuck me already.”

Wooyoung smirked. “Oh eager, are we?” But he didn’t need to ask twice. Wooyoung pulled his fingers out, making San complain about the emptiness, and turned on the water slightly to wash off the remaining body wash. After washing his hands under the light stream he lubricated his dick and positioned it at San’s entrance. 

San immediately reacted by bending over slightly and holding on to anything he could find. You couldn’t help but let out a big breath at the overwhelmingly exciting position they were in.

Wooyoung then let one of his hands wander around San’s waist to his front, gently grabbing his dick, and the other sank into San’s hair before he slowly pushed his hip forward. As his dick disappeared in San’s clenching hole, he let out a relieved sigh. Not only San had been waiting for this all day.

You sharply inhaled as your hand moved towards your crotch, eager to touch yourself, knowing that it would make them go even crazy. But you stopped yourself.

Seeing you glance at them with burning passion in your eyes, barely able to control yourself, made San even hornier. His dick was already dripping when Wooyoung finally started to move. 

“You’re such a dirty little kitten for me Sannie. All worked up just for my dick.” Wooyoung growled while picking up the pace. San was clenching around him, making it hard not to cum right then and there. Wooyoung was glad they had a non-slip mat in their shower because otherwise he wouldn’t be able to pound his pulsing cock into San’s little hole this steady. 

“I am..” San answered, his eyes rolled back, nearly drooling. “I am just a little attention whore.” He moaned loudly. He was deep deep in subspace. You had to suppress a chuckle. You knew he would regret this later. He always felt like nobody would take him seriously after stuff like that, but in the end he couldn’t help it. And he would get back at the others when he was in dom mode anyway. 

Wooyoung’s moans got louder as he felt himself getting closer to his high. He started jerking San off in the same rhythm as he was thrusting into him to make sure he wouldn’t be the first one to cum. 

And it worked. San was a panting mess. The double stimulation had overtaken all of his senses and all he managed to do was whine and moan Wooyoung’s name. 

“Please make me cum.. please master..” As soon as that little word slipped out of San’s mouth it was over for him. Wooyoung groaned deeply as he got faster and faster. At that point he was just mindlessly fucking San, chasing after his own orgasm. 

“Can I.. ca-“ San interrupted himself as he turned his head to you. Something inside of you changed as you memorized every single feature of his fucked out face. 

“Can I c-cum?” He then managed to say, begging you with his eyes to say yes. You immediately felt pressured building up in your stomach and electricity running through your veins. Fuck why is he so good.

"Yes, of course. Both of you can.” You responded, holding down the lewd sounds that wanted to come out of your mouth. 

After getting your consent, San’s eyes rolled back and his back arched as white liquid shot out of his tip. His whole body was twitching as he painted the shower wall white. The pleasure that was washing over him was immense and he immediately started clenching around the throbbing dick in his ass. 

Wooyoung began letting out high pitched moans, replacing his relatively calm self from before. He let go of San’s dick and hair and held him by his waist, making it easier to reach the places he wanted to reach. San was shaking under him because of the overstimulation but Wooyoung didn’t care. He needed to cum.

Your body was moving on its own, grinding on your seat, trying to get every bit of pleasure possibly. And then something happened to you. Your body started shaking, tensing up while this familiar feeling was washing over you. You held onto the counter on your right as your high finally wore off. You had cum, untouched. 

Wooyoung glanced over to you for one second and it was over for him. The way you were sitting on the toilet, legs pressed together, completely fucked without even having been touched sent an impulse through his body. He pushed himself into San one last time before filling him up to the brim. His cum was leaking out of San’s hole before he gently pulled out. 

San immediately collapsed under him. “Are you happy now?” Wooyoung asked, still panting. San nodded weakly. After collecting yourself from what just happened you immediately got up to help them get cleaned up. 

After making sure they were all clean, you lovingly pet their heads. “You put on an amazing show for me, such good boys.” You smiled, giving them each a kiss on the forehead.

Just as you were wrapping them up in big towels, Yeosang walked into the bathroom.

“Need any help?” He giggled as he recognised the state Wooyoung and San were in. “I’ll make sure they get enough rest.”

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[hwashotcheeto]

𝑰 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝑩𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔

BadBoy!Wooyoung X masc!prep!reader

Summary: You have to say good bye to the boy who lit up your world.

WC: 2.2k

CW: Angst, crying, hugging, kissing, mentions of sex, homophobic time period (70s-80s)

AN: This hurt so bad to write, but I couldn't get it out of my head. Homophobia/transphobia is so fucking awful.

But I still hope you all find a way to enjoy my painful ideas. I'm gonna go lay down and cry now.

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Late August is a time like none other, especially the summer after high school. It’s not quite Autumn but not quite Summer either. It’s warm enough to wear t-shirts and shorts, but not cold enough to wear sweaters and pants. The perfect temperature to just go enjoy life. 

To drive down the highway with your friends right at sunset, when the sun’s almost disappeared behind the horizon line, and the gorgeous oranges and pinks are thrown across the skies like a desperate painter, stretching towards the growing, inky black night. 

Laughing with your friends as you blast your music, singing along badly, laughing at how awful you all are, slapping each other’s arms. 

It felt like how teen summer should be. 

“We should stop by the drive-in!” One of your friends suggested. It was met with uproarious agreement, and that’s exactly where you ended up. 

The car stopped under one of the awnings, and your friends all took turns clamoring to order their food. You elected to wait until they were done to place your order, deciding to avoid being talked over and misheard. 

You learned your head against the cool glass of the car and looked around the drive-in. There were other groups of teenagers hanging out as well, in and around their cars. There were some families and couples as well, all laughing and having a good time. 

Your eyes came back to the building, and your gaze landed on an all too familiar man. 

Black slicked back hair, sunglasses on his head, eyes that could kill if they wanted to. He had not just his ears, but his eyebrow pierced too. He wore all black, with chains around his neck. 

His black leather jacket sat on his shoulders as he leaned against the drive-in wall, a cigarette between his lips. 

You gulped as your eyes ran over Wooyoung’s body. Your breath caught in your throat when his eyes landed on yours. He froze for a moment before he put out the cigarette. You felt your heart crack inside your chest. 

“Hey man,” your friend nudged your shoulder. “What do you want?” The whole car was staring at you, waiting for your answer. 

“Oh, I’m not very hungry,” you mumbled. “Just get me a drink.” 

“Are you sure-Hey!” 

Your friends called after you as you got out of the car, but you weren’t listening. 

Wooyoung. One of the stereotypical “bad boys” of your high school. He skipped class, he broke the law. He wore black clothes, he wore chains, he flirted with all the girls in school. 

And then there was you. A boy. 

You didn’t care for Wooyoung. You kept up with your studies. You were productive, trying to do better for you and your classmates. You even considered running for student president, but you decided it was too stressful on top of everything else you were doing. 

You’d flirted with a few girls in the school, kissed a few, but nothing ever clicked. Nothing felt like how all the books said it would, it never felt special like the movies showed. 

Until you and Wooyoung were tangled up. 

You never wanted anything to do with him. You didn’t dislike him, you two were just opposites. You cared about school and your future, and Wooyoung cared more about himself and his pleasures. 

But if you didn’t care, then why did you get butterflies when you saw him? Why did your body get hot? Why did your heart flutter? 

Why did you silently beg him to look up at you and shake the stray strands of hair out of his eyes to properly look at you before he’d give you a little smile and go on talking to his friends? 

If you didn’t want Wooyoung, why did you two end up together after school in an empty classroom? 

As you stood in front of him at the drive-in, with his head tilted back against the wall as he looked at you, you were thinking back to that moment. 

You thought of the moment where Wooyoung trapped you against the classroom door and locked it, and his lips hovered over yours. You didn’t push him back. And when he kissed you, you kissed him back. 

And fireworks exploded all around you. This was the moment. This was the magic moment when you realized why the girls never felt right. Your heart swelled and your limbs felt like jelly. You had to wrap your arms around Wooyoung to stay standing. 

You whimpered when his hands locked around your waist and he pushed you further against the door, kissing you harder, deeper. It was Wooyoung’s magic moment too, and he never wanted it to end. 

So all the uncomfortable feelings with every girl he fucked wasn’t supposed to happen? Sure, it felt good, but he thought that every uncomfortable feeling was supposed to be there. After all, isn’t sex for pleasure a sin? Of course it wouldn’t feel perfect. 

But it did that day. It felt better than it ever did before. For both of you. Every kiss, every touch, it was euphoric. When Wooyoung kissed down your neck, he was lighting a fire in you. When his hands ran over your skin and gripped onto you, it was like he was meant to be there. 

It could never have been one time. Not when the world felt right when you two were together. 

The next thing you knew, you were sneaking out to meet up with Wooyoung. You’d walk down the street to where Wooyoung was waiting on his motorcycle for you. You’d sit behind him, hug him tight, and you two would disappear into the night. 

You’d find some secluded place to divulge in your sinful fantasies all over again. Wooyoung’s house, a park, anywhere that you two were hidden from the hateful world. 

Somewhere where Wooyoung’s lips could blissfully press against yours. Where your hands could run through his hair. Where you two could be one. 

And when it was over, he held you. You laid on Wooyoung’s chest as he held you close. He’d rub your back as you two would recover. He’d make sure you were okay afterwards. He’d kiss over the hickies that you’d cover up tomorrow with your clothes. 

It went on for months. Months that you’d secretly meet up with each other. Eventually, sex became a bonus instead of the main event. You both would just cuddle, and talk, and kiss. Laying in Wooyoung’s bed and just talking about anything with some kisses thrown in the mix. 

Wooyoung wasn’t just a good for nothing, fucked up boy. That was part of him, but not all of him. He did care about more than himself, because he went out of his way to spend time with you. He picked you up, he took care of you, he listened to you. 

He never smoked around you. He always put it out when he saw you. 

He let you wear his jacket when you were cold. 

He kissed your neck in the spot you liked. He held your hands when you were pinned under him. 

One day, he even surprised you with flowers. Just like the books and movies promised someone like him would do. 

But you weren’t in his arms right now. You weren’t all over his pretty lips. You hadn’t been in months. 

Wooyoung finally lifted his head off the wall as he turned to you, pulling his hands from his pockets. 

“Why’d you disappear?” He asked. You gulped nervously as you shifted around. You knew this was coming. “You ignored me at school. You never even gave me a chance.” He leaned a little closer as you looked down, not being able to look him in the eyes anymore. 

Wooyoung looked around for a moment before he grabbed your arm and pulled you behind the wall of the drive-in, trapping you against the bricks and leaning close to you. 

“I waited for an hour every night,” he growled, the smoke on his breath washing over your lips and going up into your nose. “Every goddamn night, I waited for you. And you didn’t give me anything.” 

Your heart cracked in your chest again. Your nose burned as tears threatened to form in your eyes. 

“Did you not want me anymore?” He continued, “Did you think that if you ignored me long enough, I’d disappear? That you could walk away from me?” 

“You did it to every other girl in the school,” you shot back. 

“But not with you.” Wooyoung’s eyes turned glassy as the snarl in his face disappeared. “Never with you, baby. I could never do that to you.” 

The tears finally formed in your eyes as his words finally shattered your heart. 

“I didn’t want to,” you breathed desperately, your chest heaving as you tried to keep the tears away. 

“But you did.” Wooyoung swallowed back his tears as he gripped onto the wall beside your head. “But you left me and ignored me-” 

“My parents found out,” you sobbed, the tears spilling down your cheeks. 

Wooyoung’s face fell. His knees buckled and he nearly fell to the ground. His worst fear had come true. It’d been a theory he had from the moment you stopped seeing him and started ignoring him. 

But he still prayed to the god who condemned him every night that it wasn’t that. That you just weren’t interested, that you didn’t want him. He could accept a taste of his own medicine, no matter how bitter it was or how long it took to swallow. 

But knowing that it was unwilling, that you wanted to see him but couldn’t, drove a knife through his heart. 

Wooyoung grabbed you and pulled you into his chest, hugging you tighter than he ever had before. You hugged him back, trying to keep your sob quiet as you spilled them into his chest. 

More than anything, you wanted to run away with Wooyoung. Forget everything and jump back on his motorcycle and disappear into the night like you’d done so many times before. To be happy with the only person who’d lit up your life forever. 

But your parents were waiting for you the last time you were with Wooyoung. They knew you’d been sneaking out, and forced you to tell them where you were going. 

They threatened to disown you if you kept seeing Wooyoung, that they wouldn’t help you go to college. They threatened to take away your whole life. 

Unless you stopped seeing the man who made you happiest. 

You hated it. You hated that you couldn’t have both. You cried into your pillow for hours. Guilt ate you alive every time you ignored Wooyoung at school. 

But here you were. Crying in his arms because all you wanted was to be with him. And that’s all he wanted. To take you awake and keep you for himself. 

“We can still leave,” Wooyoung whispered onto your hair. “We can run away.” 

“No we can’t. I can’t.” You pulled back to look up at him. “I have my family, and school-” 

“Your family doesn’t give a shit about you.” Wooyoung reached up and held your face, pulling your lips close to his. “If they loved you, they wouldn’t keep us apart.” 

“Most of the world hates us, Wooyoung,” you protested as you leaned into his hand, relishing in the warmth. 

“Not all of them do,” he murmured, leaning his forehead on yours. You closed your eyes as you did, and so did he, as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours in the sweetest, softest kiss he’d ever given you. 

It hurt. It hurt so fucking bad. Your body felt like it was on fire. Your heart felt like it was being wrenched out of your chest. Your throat closed up and burned. 

The last kiss you’d ever get from your lover. 

You both reluctantly pulled away and looked at each other. Tears ran down both of your faces as your chests heaved. 

There was only one ending to this story. 

“I wanna be yours,” Wooyoung breathed against your lips, sniffling after. You nodded as you held his hand that was still holding your face. 

“I do too.” 

But you couldn’t. You couldn’t make it work. Not now. You both knew it. 

So Wooyoung swallowed hard before he pressed another kiss to your forehead as he held your face in his hands. Another long, loving kiss, before he whispered onto your skin: 

“In another life, sweetheart.” 

You nodded as another wave of tears ran down your face. You held his face and kissed his cheek, inhaling the last of his familiar cigarette and cologne scent. 

“In another life, Wooyoung.” 

In another life, years from now. Your souls would hopefully find each other again. 

And live the life you’re meant to live. 

It took all the strength you could muster to pull out of his arms. Wooyoung almost didn’t let you go. He helped you wipe your tears before he finally took his hands off you for the last time. 

Your skin screamed his name as you craved to be back in his arms. But you made yourself walk away. One step at a time. 

You didn’t tell your friends what happened. You couldn’t. 

You watched in agony as Wooyoung drove away on his motorcycle. 

You’d never see him again.

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Bad Roomates | k.hj & j.wy [REUPLOADED]

Roommates!WooJoong x male!Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: male!reader, member x member, polyamorous, blowjobs, color system, slight degradation, wooyoung is a brat, hongjoong is cocky, switch!hongjoong, bottom!wooyoung, top!reader

A/N: Hello all! This is a request for my dear friend @peachytangerines! Both him and I noticed that there is little to no male reader or gender neutral smut out there, especially for Ateez so I have decided to write my first male reader piece! It's also my first threesome piece lol. As I become more comfortable in my gender identity, and in my own sexuality I have decided to open up requests for male reader so I hope you enjoy! As always if you catch any mistakes please do not hesitate to send me an ask <3

THIS FIC IS NOT STOLEN BUT REUPLOADED FROM MY TERMINATED BLOG @/huiranghaes!

Fuck this.

Fuck everything, fuck Wooyoung, fuck Hongjoong. Fuck. Everything.

Why are you cursing at everything?  Wooyoung of course. Just earlier you were cussing out Wooyoung for stealing your food, again. Every week something goes missing. Ramen, chips, a whole tub of butter, you name it, it’s gone in a week. Labeling nothing helps, not even continuously yelling at him works. The asshole does whatever he wants.

What’s worse is that this has only been happening a month, before that he has been the perfect roommate, and Hongjoong too, until he started acting up as well. Just two weeks ago Hongjoong has started to get on your nerves on top of everything. Constantly blasting whatever he is working on at the latest hours of the night. Leaving his clothes everywhere. The clothes part may be normal of him actually, but as of late he has been leaving them in the living room and the hallway.

Other than all these things, their behavior has been strange too. Wooyoung has been way more flirty than usual, and more crude. Blatantly talking about his sex life, even making jokes towards you. Usually you would overlook it but for some reason its really getting to you. Hongjoong has been more touchy than usual too. He is usually one for minimal physical affection, but when relaxing in the living area he has to be near you, even have a hand on you or a finger.

Despite the strange behavior, you couldn’t stand it, you were at your limit, and finally you called both of them into the living room to sort everything out. Wooyoung, as if sensing the exact reason he called you in, had a stupid grin on his face. Of course he would get off on being yelled at, you weren’t surprised in the slightest. Hongjoong, however, was calm. You couldn’t tell if he knew what was coming because he had a blank face.

“Alright, what is the deal with you two?” You ask, clenching your teeth. Wooyoung takes a knowing glance at Hongjoong but you miss it, and Hongjoong starts, “What are you talking about?” There is a tone in his voice that you catch that tells you he is purposely playing dumb.

“I know damn well that you know what I am talking about. Wooyoung?” You look over to the man and he just shrugs, acting just as clueless as the man next to him. You can feel your ears heat up with anger. You figured Wooyoung would deny it, he is just a brat by nature it’s normal for him. But Hongjoong too? You swear you’re seeing red. 

Wooyoung does his best to hold back his smirk, he is really trying to hold in his emotions so he can drag out your reaction but he just can’t help himself. You’re kind of hot when you’re mad he thinks to himself. You catch his smirk, and you finally sense a shift in the air. “What’s so funny Woo?” You question him. He saunters up to you, and you see Hongjoong’s expression crack a bit, but immediately go back to unbothered. The brunette circles around behind you and places his hands on your hips, bringing his mouth up to your ear.

You startle under his touch, not expecting him to touch you so boldly like this. Wooyoung flirts, makes sexual comments, anything to get under people’s skin, but he usually doesn’t touch someone unless it’s one of his friends. You shiver, feeling his hot breath on your neck. “Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed.” He whispers in your ear, and as if it’s a cue, Hongjoong comes over as well.

“Noticed what? You being more of a brat than usual?” You scoff. They are both so close and you can feel your face heating up. Surely what was once an air of sterness has now faded into sexual tension. You wouldn’t let them overcome you, however. Hongjoong speaks up, “Y/n….Can’t you see? Even I’ve been more touchy than usual.” There is a slight whine to his voice, something more needy. Then you feel it. Wooyoung’s hard clothed cock brushing up against your ass. “I didn’t think I would ever have to be this forward with you, don’t you want us Y/N?” You have to admit, you’re really caught off guard.

Of course, there have been times while living with the both of them that you have thought about one or the other, sometimes both, in a sexual light. Who wouldn’t? Wooyoung just drips sex appeal, and Hongjoong has his moments too, especially when he is in work mode. You’ve always thought about fucking them, but you never indulged those thoughts as you didn’t think either of them would want to do anything. But now here you are, your two hot roommates teasing you, just begging to be fucked.

“I….” You trail off, thinking of what to say. You can’t let them take over, take control. “Of course Woo. Don’t you want me, babyboy?” You finally hear his breath hitch at the nickname. Finally, some control over him. You reach behind your self and grab his hip, pushing him further into you, and you take hold of Hongjoong’s hand, smoothing your thumb over the back of his fingers. “Is this why the two of you were acting like nuisances? You just wanted me to fuck you?”

Wooyoung is rubbing against your ass a bit more roughly, and you can feel your cock growing in your pants. The thought of the both of them thinking about you like this for months makes your head spin. Hongjoong pouts, “Of course we want you to, we have been planning this for a while.” You bring your hand up to his face and you brush your thumb across his lips, Hongjoong closing his eyes and falling into your touch. 

“Then I’ll give you what you want, but I have conditions.” Wooyoung pulls away and joins Hongjoong’s side, both of them ready to listen intently. Hongjoong grabs a hold of Wooyoung’s hand unconsciously and the younger man gives it a squeeze. “Firstly, you will only address me as sir, anything other than that isn’t allowed.” Shyly Wooyoung breathes out a small “Yes sir.” and Hongjoong does the same, but with a bit more confidence. Wooyoung can’t help but let his smile escape once again, excitement taking over and ideas running through his head. “Secondly, I am in charge, especially considering what you two put me through this past month.” They both nod, but judging by the look on Wooyoung’s face, you suspect he won’t listen that much.

“And finally, let’s use a color system, green for good, yellow for slow down, and red for stop, is that all good?” Hongjoong speaks first, “It sounds perfect to me.” And Wooyoung nods indicating he feels the same. Without saying anything you walk towards your bedroom and they follow behind obediently. “Then let’s start shall we? Wooyoung, get undressed, everything except your underwear.” Hongjoong looks at you with expectant eyes as Wooyoung undresses himself hastily. “Not yet Joongie, I have something special for you.” His eyes glimmer and a mischievous smile spreads across his face.

When you look back Wooyoung is finally undressed, his cock visibly straining against his black briefs. You walk up to him and kiss down his neck, brush your fingers over the waistband. “You were the worst one, so you get to waist longer, now be a good boy and go sit on the chair over there.” He lets out a whine and grabs your wrist but you pull away. “But-” “Chair. Now.” He mumbles out a yes sir and takes a seat, looking at Hongjoong he pouts and the older man sticks his tongue out jokingly. 

You walk over to Hongjoong and push him onto the bed, leaning over him and unbuttoning his shirt. He goes to touch you but you stop him. “Ah ah, only I get to touch for now.” Hongjoong whines a bit but he doesn’t question you, letting you take off his shirt and toss it aside. You work at his belt and pull his pants off too, taking his underwear off along with them and his cock springing free. Hongjoong wasn’t very big but he had some girth to him. His tip is already glistening with precum, and his veins are popping out around his abdomen. You run your hand from his chest to his pubic bone, stopping just above his length.

“Okay Wooyoung, come here.” Wooyoung eagerly gets up and walks over to you, and as you stand up and back away from the man underneath you, Wooyoung very openly looks down at your crotch, and eyes your cock visibly straining against your own pants. He looks up into your eyes. “Yes sir?” He asks impatiently, waiting for your orders. “I want you to suck off Hongjoong while I get ready. Wooyoung looks over to his older friend, eyeing his cock then looking into his eyes. Joong bites his lip at the thought of Wooyoung sucking his cock.

“Yes sir.” Wooyoung responds, walking over to the edge of the bed and lowering his knees to the floor in between the red heads legs. Hongjoong lifts his torso up so he is sitting upright, looking down at the crown of Wooyoung’s head. You take this time to undress yourself and gather some items. “And Wooyoung, don’t let him finish, if he cums you get the punishment.” He holds back a groan but simply nods his head, lifting his hands up to Hongjoong’s cock and stroking his length, getting a feel for what he likes. Hongjoong throws his head back in pleasure, and lustfully stares down into the younger man’s eyes.

Wooyoung takes his tip into his mouth, sucking gently and stroking his thumb along the veins, using his other hands to cups his balls and apply light pressure. Hongjoong has been pent up for so long that he can already feel the heat growing in his abdomen but he doesn’t hold back his moans. He is curious to see how Wooyoung would get punished so he allows himself to revel in the pleasure.

Wooyoung takes him into his mouth fully now, running his tongue along the bottom of his cock and letting spit bubble and pool at the sides of his mouth as his pace quickens. He thinks he can get Hongjoong to the edge, he wants to see him on the edge. Hongjoong looks fucked out already, and it just encourages the brunette to move faster, squeezing and massing his balls tighter, and hollowing out his cheeks. Hongjoong’s moans grow louder as he feels himself get closer to his orgasm, at this rate he knows he won’t be able to hold it.

Wooyoung moves the hand holding Hongjoong’s balls to his thigh, digging his nails in as he let’s Hongjoong throat fuck him, Hongjoong’s hand flying to his hair to push him down further. All the while you are nearly done, Fully undressed and your cock slapping against your stomach as you grab some lube and some rope. Wooyoung knows he doesn’t have very long before Hongjoong cums and as he is about to pull back Hongjoong grips his hair harder keeping him in place. The brunette tries to make noises of protest, probably proclaiming that he is cheating but the vibrations just send Hongjoong over the edge, letting his load coat the younger ones throat.

The younger man swallows every drop and pulls back, “That was cheating, you can’t do that!” He yells but Hongjoong just laughs. You walk back over to the bed, setting down your items. “I didn’t say Hongjoong couldn’t hold your head, therefore you get the punishment Woo.” All he does is whine loudly, but secretly he wants to be punished. You know this of course, Wooyoung likes being degraded, yelled at, anything that pushes someone’s buttons and he faces the consequences he loves, but you have something else planned for him.

“Go sit on the chair again.” You demand and he does as you say. You pull off Wooyoung's underwear and let his cock free. Wooyoung’s dick is a lot bigger and girthier than Joong’s, and a lot angrier. Just like his arms, veins decorate his cock and his abdomen. You take the rope you procured off the bed, and tie Wooyoung’s arms to the chair. His cock twitches at the sensation of being tied up. You bend down and place a soft kiss against his lips and ask him, “Color?” He whines out, “Green.” You grip his cock for a second, just to tease him and he moans out loudly, finally being touched for the first time, but just as quickly as you grabbed him you let go. “Now you get to watch me fuck Joongie.” You whisper in his ear and he grumbles. He wants to be fucked first, he already worked so much.

You make your way to the bed and lift a leg over Hongjoong, your cock directly in front of his face. “Spit.” Hongjoong spits on your cock and you lube yourself up naturally, spreading it around. “On all fours, do you want to be stretched first?” Hongjoong whimpers out, “Yes sir, please fuck me with your fingers.” He moves into the position and you pick up the lube, dripping some onto your fingers, and onto his hole. You circle his rim with your single digit, teasing him a bit before slowly pushing in. You avoid his prostate for the time being, just wanting to stretch him and work him back up to hardness. You’ve decided that Hongjoong gets to cum twice, but Wooyoung only once.

Hongjoong’s cock grows back to full length as you insert another finger, the feeling of you fucking his hole making him groan and writhe. It isn’t long before you insert a third digit, and start brushing against his prostate. His moans start to get louder and you can even hear Wooyoung whining, thrust his hips in an attempt to feel anything. You bring your other hand down onto Hongjoong’s ass, leaving a red mark and earning a loud yelp from the small man. “Are you ready for my cock?” He doesn’t say anything immediately, only focusing on your fingers hitting his prostate over and over. You hit his ass once again, “I asked you a question, slut.” Hongjoong whimpers, “Y-yes sir!” He yelps.

You remove your fingers and Hongjoong bite his lip at the empty sensation. You get up and walk over to Wooyoung, dragging the chair over to the edge of the bed. “Move your face over to where Wooyoung is, he needs a front row seat.” Hongjoong crawls over to the edge of the bed, Dangling his head over the edge, directly above Wooyoung’s angry cock. You move behind Hongjoong and line yourself up, spilling lube onto yourself and onto his fluttering hole. He whines as you press your tip into his hole, only filling in halfway to let him get used to the girth. 

The redhead has to bite his lip as you bottom out finally, filling him up. He feels so tight around you, so wet. You groan out before slowly rocking your hips back, starting at a slow pace so he can get used to you. Hongjoong is so close to Wooyoung’s cock that the younger man can feel his hot breath on it. You slowly build your pace, and feel your orgasm growing closer, seeing the way Wooyoung looks everytime Joong gets close to his cock is driving you crazy. “Hongjoong, suck Wooyung’s cock for me baby.” He does as you say, letting his tongue fall out, and licking and sucking on his tip sloppily. You can tell that Wooyoung is already close from watching you and Hongjoong fuck around, but you aren’t going to let him finish easily.

You pick up the pace, fucking into Hongjoong harder and forcing him to choke around Wooyoung’s cock. Both the men let out whines, tears even pricking at wooyoung’s eyes from the pleasure, the ropes feeling tight around his wrists as he thrashes about, wanting to grab Hongjoong and make him take in his cock further. “Joong please…. Take in more. I can't take it.” Wooyoung begs but the redhead knows better than to do what he asks, he only takes orders from you. You are slamming into Hongjoong at this point, your orgasm only moments away, Hongjoong’s as well. With just a few more strokes you finish inside of him and bring your hand down to his throbbing cock and he finishes as well, rope after rope of cum falling onto the bed and your hand. You can tell that Wooyoung is right at the edge too. “Hongjoong pull away.” He pulls away with a popping sound, and after a few seconds pass Wooyoung starts moaning again, tears in his eyes. He spills onto Hongjoong’s face with loud moans. You laugh, proud of yourself for effectively ruining his orgasm. One last rope of cum lands onto Joong’s face and Wooyoung comes down from his high.

You slowly pull out of Hongjoong’s now aching hole and he whines at the feeling. You go to your bathroom to grab a couple of wet washcloths to clean all of you up. When you come back you hand one to Hongjoong and go to wooyoung, untying his ropes and cleaning him up. “That was mean.” He huffs. You can clearly tell that he loved it though. “That’s what you get for being a brat. Play nice next time and we will see how I treat you.” A mischievous smile covers his face, “Next time?” His eyebrow wiggles and you just roll your eyes. You throw the washcloth at his chest. “Clean up you heathen.”

“I would love for there to be a next time.” Hongjong says brightly, cleaning Wooyoung’s cum off of his face in the mirror on your nightstand. “I would too.” You say, kissing Hongjoong on the forehead.

© Choism 2023. do not repost or translate.

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MAYBE HOMO || JUNG WOOYOUNG

Part two of 'No Homo'. Read part 1 here: No Homo

Genre: smut

Pairing: Wooyoung x male reader

Word count: 2.0K

Warnings/tags: Highschool!AU, Wooyoung and reader are 18!!Legal age!!, dirty language, kinda enemies to lovers?, porn with plot, needy schoolboys, loss of virginity, blow job, fingering, anal protected sex, bottom!Wooyoung, Top!reader, mentions of using an object for sexual matters

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You laid in your own bed that night, thinking about the events of that afternoon. You had never done that with anyone before and you never ever imagined you'd have your first sexual experience with Jung Wooyoung. Why did you do this? Why did you have to do this?

"Y-Y/N!" Wooyoung moaned out, body trying to hump against you again, fucking your fist. It didn't take long before he was moaning louder, coming over your hand, panting out.

Oh my God, you thought as you ran your hand over your hardened cock. The power Wooyoung had over your mind was insane. You weren't supposed to be feeling this. Wooyoung was probably just sleeping, forgetting about the whole situation.

"Yes, yes, god," he moaned out. "F-fuck Wooyoung, Wooyoung!" "Y-yes, fuck, so good, Y/N!" Wooyoung moaned out. All the memories of Wooyoungs thick veiny cock, his breathy, whiny moans, it wouldn't leave your mind. You wanted him again, although you didn't want to admit it. Your hand would just have to do for tonight.

-

The next day in class was awkward. You sat next to him, voluntarily for the first time in forever. Wooyoung looked at you, a slight smile on his face. His big brown eyes stared right into your own, making your breath hitch for a moment. ''Hi,'' you whispered as a slight blush creeped up on your face. ''Hey, Y/N, about yesterday... I was worried about us not being able to w-''

''I can't stop thinking about it,'' you stated. Wooyoung looked at you, but you could not read his expression well. Was he shocked? Amused? Disgusted? No, why would he be disgusted? He started it.

''Me neither,'' Wooyoung confessed softly. Miss Kim began her lesson but the two of you wanted to talk so badly. You wanted to touch him so bad. You were startled by the feeling of Wooyoung's warm hand covering your own, resting on his thigh. You closed your eyes, feeling butterflies in your stomach.

Wooyoung let go of your hand and scribbled something on a piece of paper, sliding it over to your table.

'Meet me behind the school by the green bushes after class'

You looked at him and nodded, signaling that you agreed to meet him, and so you did. You walked up to Wooyoung after class, who was already waiting on the spot. ''Hi,'' he kindly smiled. This was a different Wooyoung than you expected. He had never been this kind. ''Hey, Wooyoung,'' you greeted him, coming closer.

Wooyoung closed the gap between you two by kissing you deeply. You were surprised, but you were quick to reciprocate the act, cupping his face in your hands gently. The kiss you shared was rather sweet, compared to the needy make-out you had yesterday, which made you wonder if Wooyoung felt the same for you.

After a few minutes you pulled back from the kiss, smiling softly. ''Y/N, I...,'' Wooyoung started, but you cut him off. ''I never meant to grow feelings for you, but I... God you're so... you give me butterflies, Wooyoung,'' you confessed. Wooyoung couldn't help but smile. ''I have feelings for you too... I couldn't stop thinking about us last night and I... I kept thinking about having you... in my bed and you know, inside me, I want it so bad, so, so bad,'' Wooyoung breathed against your ear, giving you goosebumps. You swallowed thickly and nodded, ''Me too, Wooyoung, me too.''

''What do you think about coming over Friday night? I'll be home alone, til' like... at least midnight I think,'' Wooyoung whispered as he ran his hand over your chest and stomach. Your breath got heavier as he rested his hand on the waistband of your pants. 'Okay, Woo, 'I'll be there.''

-

It was Friday night and you had just arrived at Wooyoung's house, ringing the bell. Wooyoung opened the door and he looked hot. Insanely hot. He wore black ripped jeans and a loose black t-shirt. It was the most simple thing in the world, but you felt like you could just climax at the sight of him.

''Hey, Y/N, come in,'' he said cheerfully. You now got to know the cheerful Wooyoung when he was with you too. Normally he was just like this with his friends, you noticed. ''Hi, Woo,'' you said, stepping inside the house, taking off your jacket and shoes. Wooyoung grinned at the nickname. ''Do you want a dri-,'' Wooyoung started, but you quickly cut him off by crashing your lips on his, pushing him against the wall.

He moaned against your lips when your hands travelled from his hips to his thigh onto his butt, groping it slightly. You pulled back and looked him into his eyes. His big, pleading eyes. ''You sure are excited,'' he stated, making you roll your eyes.

''It was hell, waiting for it to be Friday night, Woo, I've never been this horny before in my life,'' you said, pulling his body against yours. ''Let's move to my bedroom,'' Wooyoung answered, taking your hand and leading you to his room. Although he was sure to be home alone until at least midnight, Wooyoung closed his door carefully.

He guided you to his bed as you lied down like last time, embracing each other as you kissed for what felt like hours. Wooyoung gave in before you did, taking off his jeans and t-shirt, revealing his toned abs again. You followed him, taking off your sweater and pants, folding them rather neatly, unlike Wooyoung who just randomly threw his clothing the other way.

He laid in top of you, hard cocks pressed against each other, only seperated by the thin underwear fabrics. Wooyoung whined as you bucked up your hips, showing off his submissive side. ''Please, Y/N, I wanna... I wanna feel you.'' Before you got into this business, you never imagined Wooyoung like this, this needy and pleading.

''I have to tell you, I've never done anything before, I mean, last time was my first sexual experience,'' you confessed. Wooyoung smiled. ''Me too... but... we can do it. I'm prepared,'' he said, caressing your cheek, making you feel comfortable.

He discarded the two of you from your underwear, taking your length into his hand. ''O-oh,'' you moaned out as he rubbed his thumb over the tip of your cock. Before you knew it, his mouth was on you. Wooyoung swirled his tongue over the sensitive tip, causing you to whine.

He started to bob his head down your length, driving you crazy with hollowed cheeks and slurping noises. ''Oh, yeah,'' you groaned as he used his hands to touch the part of your cock that he couldn't fit into his mouth.

Your hands were tangled in his hair, pulling it ever so slightly. Wooyoung hummed at the taste of your cock on his tongue, sucking you off as if his life depended on it.

''Baby, Baby, Woo, fuck! I'm c-close, s-stop,'' you moaned, pulling him off your length. ''Shit,'' you panted, ''have you really never sucked dick before in your life? You're so good.''

Wooyoung laughed and gave a few kitten licks to your cock. ''I like to practice before I do the real things,'' he admitted. Your eyes widened. ''On what?'' ''Deodorant bottles, those work, not gonna lie, I watched porn while using the bottle to practice for tonight,'' Wooyoung laughed. You were shocked. ''You're insane,'' you rolled your eyes and laughed.

''Do you have lubricant?'' you asked, rolling Wooyoung over on his back, who nodded, grabbing a little bottle from his drawer. You squirted some of it on your finger and some directly onto his bare hole. Wooyoung hissed at the cold feeling, clenching around nothing.

''Now, I've also never done this before, so if it hurts or feels bad please tell me,'' you warned him. Wooyoung nodded and spread his legs for you. ''I've fingered myself before, Y/N, it's okay,'' he smiled softly.

You entered his hole with your middlefinger, pushing it in deep, making him gasp. Pumping your finger in and out slowly, you gradually picked up the pace and added a second. He whined softly when you hit a bump, deep inside him. ''Right there?'' you asked as you kept hitting it.

''Y-Yes! T-there, oh god, there, there, there,'' Wooyoung whined loudly. You made sure to hit the spot with your fingers while you took his heavily throbbing cock in your other hand, pumping it up and down at the same pace your fingers pounded his hole.

Your confidence grew with the seconds as Wooyoung squirmed under your touch, not being able to keep still, moaning out your name. ''Y/N, oh my God, yes, fuck me with your fingers, fuck, yes, yes!''

Your cock was so hard it was nearly painful, and there was so much precum dribbling down your shaft you found it hard not to replace your fingers with your dick just yet.

''Oh, Y/N, that feels so good!'' Wooyoung moaned out. You entered a third finger inside his hole, scissoring him open as you took care of his cock with your hand. ''Give me your dick, please,'' he cried out loudly, on the verge of orgasming.

You let go of his cock and retracted your fingers from his wet gaping hole. You fished a condom out of his still opened drawer and put it around your cock as Wooyoung kept his asscheeks spread for you, holding his legs up. You hovered above him and licked your lips, aligning your cock to his hole as he wrapped his legs around your waist.

''I'm gonna enter you now, please tell me if I hurt you, okay?'' you asked him. He nodded vigorously, whining when he felt your length stretch him out. It felt so different from his and your fingers, so big and rock hard. He closed his eyes as you bottomed out and pushed inside again. You pushed the entirety of your cock in his hole, making him whine out loud. ''Fuck, Woo,'' you gasped as he clenched around you, feeling a mixture of pain and pleasure.

After a few minutes of painfully slow sex, he signaled you that you could seriously move, the pain fading away. You picked up your pace, snapping your hips forward, causing Wooyoung to moan out loud. ''O-oh god, Y/N, s-so good, so fucking big,'' he whined. You were surprised with how good he took your cock in his ass for the first time.

''Y-You feel so good, baby, doing so well for me,'' you moaned, lifting Wooyoung's legs up and letting them rest on your shoulders for better access. You nearly folded him up in half as you quickened your pace, making him moan loudly. ''Y-Y/N! O-oh yes, yes, yes, yes, ye-YES!''

You thrusted into him so hard and fast you could barely breathe, feeling all the blood in your body stream to your dick. It was as if you couldn't breathe or think or do anything else than just pound Wooyoung's hole so deeply.

''I'm gonna cum, baby, gonna cum!'' you moaned. Wooyoung took a hold of his own length, pumping it quickly, trying to match your pace. ''M-me too, gonna cum, g-gonna.. cum, c-cumming, cumming, cumming, CUMMING!'' Wooyoung screamed, cumming over his chest as you spilled inside the condom with a loud groan.

You rode out your highs and then pulled out, tying the condom and throwing it away. You laid next to the spent boy, pulling him in your arms, not caring about getting his messy cum over your body.

For a while the two of you just laid like this in each others arms, trying to get a grasp of what has just happened. You caressed his hair and kissed his head, feeling a wave of affection for him hit you. ''I liked this... I like you,'' you confessed, finally. The boy in your arms nodded and smiled widely.

''Maybe... this is not so 'not homo' after all,'' Wooyoung giggled.

[asherthehimbo]

Guardians

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Demons: {immortal} Demons are created when supernatural creatures die in battle while fighting for a loved one. Demon’s usually stay in the underworld and rarely interact with the human world. Demon’s only interact with Banshee’s, and hold quite a soft spot for them The connection Banshee’s have to death connect them to the underworld, which in turn connects them to demons. The demons view Banshee’s almost like a pet or a companion.

Guardians:{immortal} Every element (Water,Fire,Earth,Wind) has a guardian born for it. Only four guardians can be born in circulation at a time, when one dies another is born and so on. No one knows who the guardians are or where they hide, except for The elder council (the ancients) .

Banshee’s: {immortal} Creatures with pale skin and long white hair, you can identify a Banshee through it eye’s which does not have a pupil. Banshee’s have powerful screams and can sense death. The connection that Banshee’s have with death is a complicated one, they can sense when a person dies, when death is near, they can push death away for a short time period as well, they can also communicate with the dead, whether that be human, supernatural or animal.

Shifters: {Mortal} Shifters can appear human, but shift into whatever animal they are, when in their human form they still have some heightened senses retaining to their animal form. Examples; a dragon shifter would naturally be more warm than others, wolf shifters would have heightened sense of smell, snake shifters would be able to produce venom from their fangs, ect.

Vampires: {Immortal to a degree} Vampires can walk in sunlight without getting harmed, just not for a long period of time. The limit is usually around 10 hours depending on the vampire themselves. Although they dont die after these hours are up they do experience extreme pain and rashes on their skin.Vampires have heightened senses, and while they do need blood to survive, by taking certain Iron and Vitamin D supplements they don’t need too much of it. Vampire’s have the ability to create a soulmate like bon with their lover, if both party’s agree by biting each other's necks and injecting their venom into one another they become bound to each other. This bond can not be broken, not even if one side dies. We call this bond ‘venenum est amor’ which is ancient tongue ( Latin) for venom to love.

Elementals:{has a choice} When an elemental becomes of age (27) they can choose whether or not they want to be mortal or immortal, this choice can not be reversed later on. Elementals know the basic magic that is taught to witches but have an extra connection to a certain element that allows them to harness that element in any way they see fit.

Siren:{Mortal} There are two different types of sirens, freshwater sirens and salt water sirens. Freshwater sirens were children of the moon and salt water were children of the sun, although lately freshwater sirens have flocked to the sun, leaving the moon in her lonesome. A fresh water siren's voice is more hypnotizing. The person does not realize what's happening until it's over where a salt water sirens voice is more commanding, you can't control your body but your brain is still active.

Seer: {Mortal} Just as Banshees are seen like pets or companions to demons, seers are to banshees. Seers can not prophesize or get visions at will, seers are very close, because while they get visions they do not possess any actual magical power. Seers are very rare, they are usually marked with a Moon shaped birthmark on the back of their shoulder.

Werewolves: {Mortal} Werewolves, not to be confused with Wolf! shifters, are a product of a vengeful witch who tied a pack of Wolf shifters to the full moon, which means they can only transform then. Werewolves and Wolf! shifters do not have good relations, Wolf! shifters see werewolves as the weaker version of themselves, and werewolves resent Wolf! shifters because of how ‘animalistic’ they act. Where wolves have the ability to grow claws and fangs at will, but can not be in the half transformed state for more than 7 hours at a time, this is because they are tied to the full moon. Werewolves wolf form are also much smaller than that of Wolf! shifters because of werewolves breeding with humans, causing less and less of their original bloodline to be present.

Witches: {Mortal} Witches act as a border between the human and supernatural realm, while their powers are extraordinary they are so low on the list because they are simply not needed in the big battle. While a lot of people love witches, their power is simply lacking in terms with elementals. Witches are like level one in terms of magical spell power, whereas Elementals would be level 8 and demons level 10.

Humans: {Mortal} Most humans do not know of the supernatural world, and those who do despise it, Humans mostly reside in the inner states and refuse to acknowledge the fact that the supernatural could be good. While the supernatural may be strong, they do not easily reveal themselves to humans specifically for the fact that humans have much bigger numbers than them. The ratio of supernatural to human is 1 to 10, if a war was to be created between species the humans would win, solely because Witches, Elementals, seers and Banshees are by the law of nature required not to be prejudice against races, therefor not able to pick a side and demons simply don't care about what happens with those not in the underworld.

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[joong-tori]

tw: cheating

the gala has been going amazing so far. the second round of donations have only just started and you’ve already raised more than enough money for two of the featured charities of the the event.

you shuffle around the venue with a polite smile on your face as you greet several of the guests as you make your way to the appetizers bar, grabbing a small sandwich and a champagne flute. you spot mingi standing across the room, gently waving to him before walking over to him, careful not to spill your refreshments.

he smiles at you as you approach. “pretty great turn out huh?” he points out, his gaze scanning over the sea of celebrities and wealthy individuals.

you give him a nod, taking a sip of the champagne. “much bigger than last year’s,” you mumble around the rim of your glass. “we’ll definitely reach our goal of ten charities.”

mingi responds with a confident nod, a wide smile spreading across his face as he makes eye contact with san for the umpteenth time tonight. you couldn’t help the sly grin that crawls onto your face as you take notice of the light flush painting his tan cheeks.

the taller man had been going back and forth between helping keep the event on track and sitting with san and wooyoung. while no one would find it too weird that san lets his secretary sit with him and his boyfriend, you knew just how big of a deal it was, for mingi at least. your conversation with wooyoung left you a bit unsure just how deep him and his boyfriend’s feelings for mingi went, but you were sure it would work out. san is a romantic at heart and wooyoung would end up flirting until he actually catches feelings, so you had no doubt that the three would end up together.

“go over there,” you suddenly say, surprising mingi for a second as he turns to you in confusion. realization crosses his face as he watches you nod your head to the couple. “go. i’ll cover for you,” you smile before he could protest. with a tiny nudge from you, he nervously makes his way over, fiddling with his suit jacket as he walks.

you sigh in content as you watch san greet the younger man with a bright smile and wooyoung with a cheshire grin.

“they are so very cute and stupid,” you chuckle quietly to yourself.

“oh thank god, i found you.”

the sudden voice behind you makes you jump, almost spilling your champagne as you turn to face the person who almost gave you a heart attack.

your shoulders remain tense as you’re greeted with the sight of your boss, a small smile dancing across his face.

“sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you,” hongjoong apologizes, his eyes darting to your suit to make sure you hadn’t gotten any of your drink on it.

“it’s alright. i was the one who was distracted,” you wave him off, downing the rest of your drink to prevent any future messes. you turn back to your three friends, finding them laughing and joking with each other. “did you need me for something?” you ask, setting your now empty flute on a table. you’d take it back to the kitchen later.

“just some company,” hongjoong sighs, looking out over the party as he moves to stand next to you. “yujin ditched me to hang out with her friends and i’m in a bit of a rough patch with mine right now,” he laments quietly, his gaze a bit sad, “didn’t want to spend majority of the gala alone or kissing corporate asses.” you snicker involuntarily at the last comment, covering your mouth and turning away from your employer, effectively missing the soft look he gives you.

you clear your throat, turning back to hongjoong, “well i’d be happy to keep you company while you wait for your speech,” you reply gently, beaming politely at the ceo. “wouldn’t want you feeling lonely at your own party.”

hongjoong hums his appreciation and you could almost swear you see a light flush on his face but as soon as you blink, it disappears. you just chalk it up the lighting or champagne.

“i appreciate that. i know you’d probably rather spend your free time with your friends and not your boss,” the young ceo chuckles, his smile soft.

you simply shake your head. “i see my friends everyday. they won’t miss me if i hang out with you for a couple of hours.” that gets a shy smile out of him that makes your heart stutter in you chest.

you both chat about general work topics, mostly about the gala and your hopes of achieving the company’s goal of donating to ten of the charities in this years line up, before a soft rumble emits from hongjoong.

“sorry,” he’s bashful, his lips pulled into a small grin as he places a hand on his stomach, “i haven’t eaten much besides that sandwich you gave me earlier.” he seems to feel as if it’s not too big of a deal until he looks at your face and is met with a fairly terrifying glare.

“you’re almost as bad as mingi,” you grumble quietly, missing the breathy giggle from the older man as you grab his wrist and pull him to the buffet table. it seems all professionalism you had was thrown out the window as you quickly fix hongjoong a plate of grilled vegetables, rice, and chicken, gently handing it to him as you grab his wrist once more to lead him to the table you both were originally standing next to. you pull out a chair, gesturing for him to sit when you finally look back at him.

he had the widest and brightest smile in the world as he held back his laughter, free hand covering his mouth. your eyes widen in realization.

“oh my god, i’m so sorry mr. kim-“

“it’s fine,” he cuts you off with a chuckle, taking a seat after he sets the plate down. “you just reminded me of seonghwa. he used to do the exact same thing to me back in school.

“still i shouldn’t act so unprofessional. you literally sign off on my paychecks,” you groan, hands covering your face.

he waves you off. “i’m not gonna fire you over something like this. especially because that would mean i’d have fire san,” his chest fills with pride at the snort that gets out of you, “it’s fine, really.”

you let the breath you were unaware that you were holding, shoulders finally relaxing as you sit down with hongjoong, continuing to chat until one of the curators announces him for his speech.

adrenaline is rushing through hongjoong’s veins, his mind moving a million miles a minute. he was practically vibrating with excitement. treasure reached its goal of getting ten charities over a hundred billion won in donations. and in the middle of his speech too!

hongjoong had to pause just to take in the fact that he had just hit his biggest goal since starting treasure. he didn’t even finish the last of his planned speech, completely improvising his closing statements to highlight the accomplishment his beloved company just made. the cheers of the crowd filled his ears, san being the most prominent among them as he had ran onto stage shortly after hongjoong finished speaking, tackling him with a hug as he congratulated his friend continuously.

he had turned his gaze to the left finding you and mingi celebrating as well, you basically jumping in place as you looked at the screen showing the charity and its donation amount. he couldn’t help the way his eyes traveled across your face, taking in the large grin and the apples of your cheeks, the look of absolute joy gracing your features and mingi shakes you by your shoulders.

god, you looked stunning.

but you weren’t his to look at.

and he was painfully reminded of that when yunho joins you and mingi on stage, placing a gentle kiss on the corner of your lips in congratulations. you look to him in awe, your bright eyes turning away from the screen to stare at the man before you.

hongjoong looked away before his heart could turn in on itself. figured if he didn’t pay it any mind, then the feeling would go away

however, that was around twenty minutes ago and the feeling is still very present. so he decides to seek out his beloved girlfriend to share the amazing news with.

at least that’s what he tells himself.

the young ceo wanders the hall of the museum they had rented for the venue, in search of his partner. he knew she wasn’t in the banquet hall as that was where the gala was officially being held.

“she must have run off somewhere with her friends,” he thinks to himself, walking up the stairs.

hongjoong stops when he hears what sounds like her voice, quickly following it to the end of the hall. he arrives in front of a door, eagerly opening it, ready to greet his girlfriend and share this lifelong milestone he and his company just achieved.

only to pause at the sight he’s met with.

yujin, sitting half naked on top of her friend and fellow influencer, zico, who was in a similar state of undress.

it’s only then that he realizes that the sounds he heard were her moans and gasps of pleasure. which he could still hear as they hadn’t bothered to stop yet.

“what the fuck,” he breathes, seemingly loud enough to catch the attention of zico, who looks over and almost chokes on his spit at the sight of hongjoong standing in the door.

this makes yujin halt her movements, an annoyed twitch of her lips as she gets ready to ask what’s taken zico’s attention from her before following his gaze.

and she looks as if she was about to shit herself when her eyes meet hongjoong’s.

she gapes at him dumbly as she remains planted on zico’s lap, evidently still processing her boyfriend’s presence.

“joongie—,” the nickname feels like poison coming from her now, tears of anger welling up in hongjoong’s eyes as his hands quiver. “joongie wait—,”

he doesn’t let her finish before he’s bolting down the hall, his footsteps quick as his dress shoes click on the linoleum floor. as he reaches the ground floor, he’s bombarded with press asking him questions about the donations and what this means for the company and who he’s wearing and if he’d be celebrating with yujin.

hongjoong holds back the sob at the mention of her name, pushing his way through the sea of journalists as he makes his way to the door. he manages to get to the door, quickly opening it and slipping through. leaning against the door and taking a deep breath through his nose, he does his best to keep himself from breaking down right then.

god, all he wanted to do was cry. to just let go of all the emotional stress and anguish he’s been holding onto the last couple of weeks.

but he has a party to host.

yet the thought of going back out there with all those people, with all the journalists and paparazzi, with her…

it made him sick to his stomach.

so he called the one person he knew could calm him down.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸??

what the fuck

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[sorikkung]

good boy gone bad | txt, skz & atz social media au [m.list]

genre: fluff, comedy, a pinch of angst but mostly just lots of pining, polyamory, suggestive content but (probably) no actual smut

au: non-idol au, fake dating au, bad boy makeover au

What's more outrageous to a conservative family than one bad boy rebel boyfriend? Five of them. Hell, why stop there? Sick of pining over your childhood bestfriends and wanting to stick it to your old folks, you decide its time to find as many fake boyfriends as you can to bring along to your sister's wedding. If they're too good on their own, that's fine - you can make them a whole lot worse.

a/n: if you enjoy this, please do reblog and/or give any feedback or reactions you might have! it makes a writer's day and keeps us writing :)

intros

1. two nerd best friends

2. felix is just, a really good friend :)

3. yeonjun does not hesitate, taehyun hates his friends, beomgyu narrowly avoids getting knifed in his sleep

4. hyuka isn't the best at keeping secrets - even his own.

5. y/n has bitches?!

6. felix lee joins the party!

7. bad boy makeover step one: fit check!

8. step two, taking "be gay, do crime" to a whole new level

9. call that the y/n effect!

10. realisations yet to be had

11. other side of the coin

12. one day. for now, welcome to superhell

13. taehyun remembers things and felix is a natural blonde

1. bickering like boyfriends already

15. thirst trapped in the gc

16. mutual blackmail.

17. just bros being bros (dancing gay little circles around each other)

intros [ii]

18. gay update: getting gayer

19. hongjoong likers club

20. intervention, interrogation, indirection

21. a queer indie production film. totally.

22. prove it.

23. for you.

24. the "auditions"

25. matchmaker extraordinaire, jung wooyoung

character checkpoint [i] (for keeping track of all the characters and relationships so far!)

26. so much can happen in so little time

27. bad bitch lessons, a.k.a the "audition" [4.8k]

28. amidst the chaos, new challengers approach!

29. lix gets every bitch except the one he wants

[more to come...]

[star-suh]

🎃 The Posessed 🎃

jung wooyoung x male reader

cw: top priest wooyoung, profanity or sacrilege(?), hierophilia, exorcism porn, slapping, voyeurism, a sprinkle of yunho at the end.

an: i don't know much about how fathers talk yk like when they use those words like 'shall' so i won't use them.

—

y/n was walking to his home when a paper sheet hit his face, it was in an ancient language, he just folded it, saved it in his pocket and went home. while walking he felt his leg burning, the paper sheet was burning and some type of seal was imprinted on his leg. he decided to walk to his home and rest hoping the feeling would dissipate soon. it was night and y/n was sweating a lot and feeling immense heat and his dick was rock hard he started to hump his bed but nothing calmed his needs. hearing growls and moans y/n's friend went to his room and there he was, y/n was crawling in the walls and ceiling "the fuck are you looking at?" a demonic voice coming out of y/n's mouth, scared of what was happening to his friend the dude decided to go to the nearest church and ask the father to practice an exorcism on him. "hello, i'm father wooyoung in what can i help you?" he asked, a tired guy trying yo catch his breath responded "my… my friend i think… he's possesed. he was crawling the … fucking walls", "don't say bad words in the temple of god, son" the father responded "where does he lives?"....

y/n was now with his hands and feet tied up with ropes to each corner of the bed, "i suggest you to leave the house, i don't want another person to get possesed" suggested the father to the other guy who ran immediately from there. "so… where are you going to start?" asked the possessed y/n, "what do you mean? start what?" asked the father, "start to break this hungry ass" laughed y/n putting his thighs together trying to get some friction for his hard dick "it feels so hot inside just put inside please, it's already wet down there no need for lub" he says while sticking out his tongue and licking his lips. father wooyoung started to sweat those nasty words going straight to his dick who it's starting to get hard "what's your name demon?" he asked in a demanding tone "fuck yeah daddy, i like the dom ones" mocked y/n moaning and biting his lower lip. father wooyoung was starting to feel frustrated and horny too, something in the air was making him dizzy "what's your name demon?, leave this innocent person alone and go back to where you belong" he started to read the bible and point a crucifix towards y/n.

"wait" said y/n in his normal voice "what is happening?" father wooyoung looked at him surprised "i'm trying to save you son" he says but y/n's face turned into a mocking smirk. he laughed hysterically "c'mon i know you want it too" says the possessed guy breaking the ropes "honestly i don't know why people keep using ropes to tied possessed ones" he says rubbing his hands "aren't they supposed to have super strength?... anyways" y/n sat in a doggy position and rubbed his ass on father wooyoung's bulge "fuck it is so big, give it to me please" says y/n being a blushing mess and sticking out his tongue "you're a slut, get the fuck away from me" father wooyoung slapped y/n's hands very hard making him moan "fuckk~ i love that" y/n then grabbed his pants and ripped them apart showing his inviting hole craving for cock "fucking bitch" says father wooyoung with his notorious bulge forming a tent in his clothes "go back to hell and leave this person alone. the power of christ compels you" he repeated that last phrase three times and everytime he says it y/n moaned as if he was enjoying it. feeling defeated father wooyoung fell to the floor not knowing what to do, he stared at y/n's hole clenching while he was fingering himself "come and replace this fingers with your thick veiny cock father. exorcize me with that holy meat" he moaned while humping the bed again, as if he was possessed too father wooyoung just stood up, discarded his clothes and slapped his cock between y/n's ass cheeks "look what you're making me do" said the father worriedly, "don't fight the feeling, let yourself go and enjoy the feeling" moaned y/n with the father's tip inside of his ass already "fucking slut!!!" yelled the father slamming all his meat inside y/n at once making him see stars "hngh…. shit, i love this" says a cockdrunk y/n.

father wooyoung kept banging y/n's corrupted hole "i'm gonna expulse that slut demon out of you with my holy cock" he says with a mix of disgustment and pleasure on his face. y/n started to jerk off feeling that sensation in his lower tummy "you know for being a father you surely fuck good", father wooyoung slapped his face "shut the fuck up" he says with hatred, then grabbed y/n's dick and stroke it as hard as he could making him cum at the spot, it looked like a fountain of white sticky cum painting everything around it in white ropes. he doesn't realize it but y/n's eyes turned back to his normal color and the seal of his leg dissapeared "take this sacred seed and repent from your sins, manwhore" he says feeling his cock throbbing inside y/n filling him up with thick cum. feeling exhausted he positioned his hands on the side of y/n's head, both making eye contact, father wooyoung's sweat falling onto y/n's skin "father what is happening?" asked y/n feeling confused bit the sight in front of him was majestic, father wooyoung is hiding a smoking hot body under all those clothes, y/n just locked his arms on father wooyoung's neck and kiss him, the older corresponding to the kiss and started to thrust again going for a second round…

demon yunho was sitting on a tree, all this time he was watching the pornographic event while jerking off. with a movement of his hands he made the seal disappear and therefore recovered the part of his soul "that father fucks so good, damn" he says as he prepares to return to his lusty kingdom…

people were surprised seeing how y/n, someone who almost never went to church on his own, is now the first to go when it opens. what they don't know is that he is going to kneel but not exactly to pray "forgive me father for i have sinned" says the boy, father wooyoung just caresses his cheek and then slap it gently with his thick veiny cock "i forgive you my son" y/n just open his mouth and he starts to mouthfuck the boy. they spent the rest of their lives committing profanities giving in to their sexual desires and fantasies.

[yourfatherlucifer]

WHO IS EXCITED FOR SUB WOOYOUNG WOOOOOO

[spicyseonghwas]

punishment sex; with - jung wooyoung

pairing :: jang wooyoung x male reader rating :: 18+ genres/au's :: smut, drabble; boyfriend!wooyoung, established relationship au content warnings :: bottom!wooyoung, dom!top!reader, spanking, choking, brat!wooyoung, degradation, slut shaming, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids!), woosan, hints that wooyoung cheated on reader with san word count :: 338 network tag @preciousillusions-net

wooyoung whimpered into the pillow as another loud smack reverberated through the air, biting his lip and hiding his face in a futile effort to hide the sounds he was making. he didn't want you to know how much he had been enjoying the punishment you had been giving him.

what did wooyoung do to earn this punishment, you ask?

well, he cheated on you, his boyfriend.

with your best friend, choi san.

"you gonna fuck my friends again, bitch?" you snarled into wooyoung's ear, "let alone with san?? my best fucking friend?"

you yanked hard on his hair as you continued to rail him into the bed. he didn't answer you, only letting loose a loud, exaggerated, whoreish moan right into your ear and yanking on the belt that rendered his hands useless above his head.

"answer me, you useless slut!" you snapped, letting go of his hair and slapping his thigh harshly. the yelp that came out of his mouth when you did this was immediately followed by your long-awaited answer, though struggled as wooyoung was currently being fucked into the third oblivion.

"n-no sir-" wooyoung said loudly, cutting himself off with another whoreish moan as the tip of your cock continually abused his prostate.

"such a dirty slut," you purred into his neck as you bit down on his skin. "maybe i should get san in here, have him teach you a lesson on what happens when you act like a fucking whore."

every word you said went straight to wooyoung's cock, which was still painfully hard and being ignored as it leaked precum all over his and your stomachs.

"you like the sound of that, don't you?" you hissed, your fingers snaking underneath the back of his neck and tangling into the hair on the back of his head. you yanked hard on his blood-red hair, relishing in the scream of pain and pleasure that ripped from wooyoung's throat.

"maybe i will then..." you said to yourself.

this was gonna be a fun night.

© seonghwas-lighter 2023-2024.

[naesarangyunho]

Beans on Toast (1)- Jung Wooyoung x m!reader

[These aren't my images credits to the original owners]

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Synopsis: Basically a silly, sappy, kinda cliché soulmate au because I felt like it

Contains: wooyoung being his usual self, all of y/n's friends have soulmates and he's lonely, fluff, some attempts at humour.

[Word Count: 2.1k]

With the coming and going of his twentieth birthday that week, he was once more acutely aware that it had been so long – officially two years now– since he had received his soulmate mark and that he had yet to find that soulmate. 

To make matters worse, it was only he who was single– all of his friends had already found their other half and boy did he envy them. 

His eldest friend Hongjoong had been the first to find his soulmate and his was the experience that y/n was most jealous of. Hongjoong had simply clocked in at work on the afternoon of his eighteenth birthday, bumped into his colleague with whom he was already in love with and bam, soulmates!

Second had been the youngest member of their friend group; Jongho. Although he had turned eighteen and received his mark later than his friends, he still beat half of them to it, finding his soulmate within less than a year after. To be honest, though, she had found him. Jongho had been well known in the community and within his schools for his excellent soccer skills and with that buzz of being the top player floating around, it was difficult to find him. When the local soccer club was short a member the captain herself had taken it upon herself to find Jongho and recruit him. It hadn't taken much to get him to join, not when he discovered that the woman with big brown eyes and sass for days was his soulmate.

For a long while following that it had been only y/n and Yeosang who had yet to find their soulmate. They had like a little solidarity bond going for them during that time. When the other two members of their friend group were out with their partners or doing 'coupley things', Yeosang and he would stick together. They would hang out together and had each other to grumble about being single to or after a few drinks they would hype each other up with "Who needs soulmates anyways!?". It felt good having someone who could relate. That little dynamic came to an end when one semester Yeosang decided to switch majors.

He had gotten lost on campus and couldn't find one of his new classes and had rushed to the office to seek out directions. He had asked the first person he came across, mistakenly assuming he was staff, but that person had no idea where he was either and was new to not only the university but the Republic of South Korea itself. 

The stranger's Korean had failed him in his excitement at finding his soulmate and he had switched to rapid-fire Italian. Yeosang had not a clue what he was saying and simply stood there, staring at him in awe with bright eyes and a huge smile forming on his face. 

Y/n had happened to be with Yeosang and had witnessed the scene with his own eyes. Yeosang and his soulmate had been equal parts awkward and adorable and he couldn't help but smile at the fond memory. 

Admittedly, he had been a little salty when he realised that he was officially on his own but he couldn't stay salty forever. Alessandro grew on him very quickly and so did the happiness he brought Yeosang. 

So yeah, he had been left to wallow in his soulmatelessness and watch his friends fall deeply in love with their soulmates. He really couldn't help but long for his own soulmate. He wanted to be just as happy and in love as his friends. He wanted to experience what they were experiencing. He didn't want to be alone anymore. 

That left Y/N alone though and as he watched his friends be deeply in love with their soulmates, he couldn't help but long for his own. He wanted to be that happy and in love. He wanted to experience what his friends were experiencing. He wanted to not be alone anymore.

Sometimes he would argue that that loneliness benefited him a little. He had more time to spend on his studies. His excellent grades in high school had lured him into a false sense of security, letting him think that university would be just as simple. He had been incorrect and his first university exam marks had been a slap in the face and a serious wake up call.

He also had more time to daydream. He would lie and tell you that those daydreams were constructive and that he was thinking up characters and scenarios he could write about or put away for later when he had a chance to continue working on the sci-fi novel he had in drafts. Honestly, though, at least eighty percent of that time was spent on thinking about his soulmate. 

He had so many questions and thoughts. He wondered what they were like. He wondered what they looked like. Were they a boy or a girl or someone in between like Hongjoong's partner? How old were they? Were they in Korea too or were they a foreigner like Alessandro? 

One thing he was certain of however was that they must be a very interesting person if the words he had woken up to on his eighteenth birthday were anything to go by. 

He looked down at his left arm and lifted his sleeve a little. He smiled softly as he traced the words printed neatly into the skin of his forearm.

His phone vibrated in his pocket and he abruptly snapped back to reality. He pulled it out to check it. 

Haribo

Where are you???

Shoot, he was meant to meet Jongho in the library for a study session! 

He shot up from the bench he had taken a rest on and hurriedly gathered his things before speed-walking in the direction of the university library. 

His headphones were on and blaring music and if it hadn't been for the hand tugging on his arm he wouldn't have realised someone was calling him. 

He stopped walking, tugged his headphones down to rest around his neck and turned to see who the firm grip on his arm belonged to. He was met by the sight of a six-foot-something guy and a smaller dark-haired boy that he discovered to be the source of the hold on his arm.

He barely had a moment to properly take in the strangers or ask questions before the dark-haired boy spoke up, voice a little louder and more excited than necessary.

"What's your opinion on beans on toast?"

He was taken aback and was too surprised and confused to even register what was going on.

"W-what on toast?" He stuttered, eyes slightly widened. This hadn't been on his bingo card for a Tuesday afternoon on campus. 

The tall boy gripped the shorter, dark-haired boy by the back of his shirt collar, not unlike one grabs a misbehaving puppy, and tugged him away from a bewildered y/n.

"Wooyoung-ah, how many times have I told you that you can't just grab people like that? What happened to your manners?" He scolded. 

Wooyoung huffed dramatically and pouted, "Hyunggg, it's an important question. I've been wondering what the locals would think ever since we came back from our trip to England."

The taller man rolled his eyes, "You're ridiculous. We're late for class and you're worried about food and harassing strangers."

Y/n was suddenly frozen as he realised something. As he watched them argue back and forth his eyes settled on the one the tall boy had called Wooyoung. His heart was racing and the skin on his arm felt almost like it was tingling. Was he imagining things or..?

"Yunho-yah, listen, you eat anything. Just because you like- "

Wooyoung suddenly stilled, his eyes widening and his jaw dropping slightly.

Yunho frowned, "Woo? What's wrong?"

Wooyoung ignored him and turned quickly to face Y/n, "Can I... Can I see your arm?"

Yunho gasped softly as he realised what was happening and stepped back a little to give them some space.

Y/n's heart was pounding and he could feel a drop of sweat form on his temple. He felt excitement begin to take over but he tried his best to keep it down, trying to not get his hopes up and end up breaking his own heart if this wasn't what he thought it was. He swallowed thickly before responding to Wooyoung's question with a nod.

Wooyoung reached for his arm again, his grip a lot gentler than earlier, and he carefully rolled up his sleeve.

He gasped softly as he saw the words there and softly traced his index finger over them. Y/n could feel goosebumps rise on his skin at his touch despite how warm he was feeling in that moment.

Then Wooyoung laughed and Y/n's heart swelled at the sound.

Wooyoung used his hold on him to pull him towards him and buried him in a warm hug.

"I can't believe my first words to my soulmate are so ridiculous," He murmured into Y/n's shoulder with a grin.

Y/n couldn't believe it. He had found him, his soulmate. He wrapped his arms around him, returning the hug with just as much enthusiasm as Wooyoung and Wooyoung squeezed him tight once before releasing him.

He smiled wide and held a hand out, "I'm Wooyoung."

Wooyoung's smile was contagious and he couldn't help but return it.

He reached out and held Wooyoung's proffered hand, "I'm Y/N."

They stood like that for a moment longer, finally taking the opportunity to properly look at each other.

His eyes traced Wooyoung's features. He had dark hair which Y/N now realised had a layer of blond under it giving it what he decided was an Oreo vibe. It looked long enough to tie up. He admired his beautiful tanned skin, his toned figure (did he work out?), his deep brown eyes, the curve of his nose and lastly, his lips.

He blushed and finally tore his eyes from Wooyoung, looking down at their joined hands instead.

Wooyoung chuckled at his sudden shyness and tugged him in for another hug. He let out a surprised yelp and stumbled but Wooyoung's strong arms caught him and held him tight. Wooyoung was going to be both a handful and clingy, he realised. He returned his embrace and buried his face in his neck– he didn't mind that and could definitely see himself getting used to this.

Wooyoung pulled away all too soon and y/n instantly missed the warmth of his body.

He had heard that people get rather attached to their soulmates very quickly but he didn't think it would be this fast.

"I can't believe I've found my soulmate and-" Wooyoung held him out at arm's length "He's gorgeous too."

Y/n smiled, "I could say the same."

Wooyoung raised an eyebrow, "Oh? Then why don't you?"

He looked away with a blush and Wooyoung laughed. That was quickly becoming one of Y/n's favourite sounds. 

Wooyoung was still beaming at him, "You're shy, aren't you? That's okay."

Someone cleared their throat and the two boys suddenly remembered that Yunho was there too.

"I'm so sorry to interrupt but we're running horribly late for a class, Woo."

"I'm sure the teacher will understand," Wooyoung said dismissively with a wave of his hand.

"Wooyoung, that woman hates you. You set her hair on fire last year."

Wooyoung looked quickly between his soulmate and Yunho, his cheeks flushing.

"Hyung!" He hissed.

Yunho laughed, "What? Worried I scare him off? I don't think that's likely."

Wooyoung glanced at his soulmate who was basically glowing with joy and amusement. Yeah, maybe Yunho was right. But still.

Wooyoung rushed to explain, "I swear it was an accident I-"

"Wooyoung. We need to go, you can tell him all about it later," Yunho interrupted. 

"Since when did you become the adult?" Wooyoung sulked.

"Since San put me on babysitting duty," Yunho retorted

"Hyung! I am not a baby."

Yunho looked at Y/N, "I want to say 'Sorry, he isn't always like this' but I'd be lying."

Wooyoung's cheeks were burning and he covered his face with his hands.

Y/n chuckled and reached forward to take Wooyoung's hands away from his face, "It's alright, I like it."

And he wasn't lying. Wooyoung was definitely going to bring some excitement into his otherwise dull life.

"As I said though, I hate to cut this short but I'm sure Y/n also has somewhere to be."

He nodded reluctantly and Wooyoung's face fell. He really was like a puppy.

"Give me your number and I'll call you later, okay?" He held his phone out so Wooyoung could type his number into it.

"Promise?" Wooyoung asked as he took it.

He nodded and Wooyoung grinned brightly before quickly typing his number in. He quickly called himself from y/n's phone.

"There. Now I have yours too!" He announced as he cut the call.

He returned the cell phone and squeezed his hand before Yunho was once more dragging him away by the back of his collar.

"See you later!" Wooyoung called out with a wave as he let his tall friend drag him down the walkway.

Y/n smiled and waved him off.

He stood rooted in place still for a while after Wooyoung and Yunho had disappeared from sight, smiling stupidly.

He'd found him.

Then reality struck him.

Jongho was waiting for him.

Hopefully, Jongho would be more understanding than Wooyoung's professor but somehow he doubted it.

[junwonssoul]

thinking about slutty makeout sessions with wooyoung 🩷 male x male

you're laying down and he's between your legs

the room is silent besides the slick noises of your kissing

there's tongue. so much tongue, oh my god.

and spit baby

at this point you're both so fucked out

you're just lapping at each other's mouth

swallowing each other's moans

spit is covering your lips and chin

it gets to be too much for you cuties 🩷

you start grinding your cocks against each other

woo rocking ever so gently

until he doesn't

eventually he goes harder

faster

more desperate

you're both whining and whimpering while sucking the others' tongue into your mouth

poor things don't know what to do with yourselves :(

and all this messy pleasure

eventually it becomes too much

twitching under woo as you come in your pants like the slutty boy you are

can do nothing but spasm with your mouth open as woo thrusts his tongue in it

he speeds up his grinding

letting out the most pornagraphic noises

eventually he stills as he cums above you

hips (and cock) pressed so so tightly to yours

afterward, he collapses onto your chest

you stroke his soft hair as he noses your neck

you can feel each other panting

just being a slut with woo 🫶🏼

[absentcaryatid]

Friendship and Secrets

An ATEEZ Wooyoung fanfic by AbsentCaryatid

Best friends, Wooyoung and the reader have each been keeping important secrets about themselves from each other. To their great joy, they are more compatible than they ever suspected.

1K words, Content note: all ages, closeted trans male reader, brief angst but ends well

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It took every ounce of bravery you possessed to finally confess to Wooyoung, and yet you did it because you were scared. Some time ago, years of friendship had turned into so much more and the weight of this among other secrets was long past overwhelming. You were torn between two intense needs, to be yourself, and to have him as a romantic partner, even at the cost of the former. When you asked to be loved as a girlfriend, it was not fair to either person when you lied to Wooyoung on the chance his heart could be yours. After he denied you, it was what you felt you deserved. A lie of omission due to fear and self-preservation was still dishonesty.

Sensing he was breaking the heart of a trusted friend, Wooyoung displayed the strength to be honest for both your sakes, which was more than you had been able to manage. Taking your hands in his, he tried to let you down kindly. “If only.” Wooyoung's voice was wistful as if he too had wanted it to be so simple. “But, well, not everyone is straight, you know? I truly wish I could be the one for you, more than you could ever know, but I am exclusively gay. You should have heard that from me a long time ago.”

This was not what you were expecting at all. You had braced for rejection, accepted that fate really, but this was something else entirely. “But we have gone to pride together for years! You knew I would be accepting, right? Why did you hold back?” Only after the words left your mouth did you realize the parallels to your own secrecy. He could ask the very same question of you, but as you did, he must have a reason too.

Wooyoung hung his head as he found the words to answer. From someone else it would have sounded incredibly vain, but he gave an accurate assessment of the situation. “Everybody likes me, but it seemed to be deeper than that between us. With the looks you gave me sometimes, I did not want to crush your dreams if that is where your mind was. Now I see I was reading it right.” The sorrowful look he paired with the very unexpected news of his orientation was hard to take, and yet there was a glimmer of hope.

You hid your face into your hands and began shaking. Wooyoung moved a hand to your back, stroking gently in a calming way as he spoke. “I still can love you as a friend, same as ever. I don't want to lose you over this. My life would be empty without you.” Not even knowing if it would help or make things worse, he had to admit, “For some time I have daydreamed what it would be like as a couple, matched as we are in every other way but my gender attraction, but that wasn't going to be.”

As you looked up, he realized you had not been crying but suppressing a laugh. Mirroring the language of his own admission, you smirked, “Not everyone is cis, you know? I too have been keeping something back that I should have said long ago.”

Momentarily stunned, Wooyoung looked at you with a mix of curiosity and hope. Many possibilities raced through his mind, some more in his favor than others. “What are we talking here, agender, some other kind of non-binary, demigirl?” At each negative shake of your head his grin grew and grew along with your expectations. Knowing it was too good to be true, in awe he finally asked, “You... are a trans man?”

“Yeah,” you disclosed as Wooyoung reached for your shoulder in comfort. “The only thing keeping me from revealing that to you before anyone else was the foolish thought you would not want a man. I sure had that wrong.”

He looked at you in wonder. “You have no idea how relieved I am. I never said anything because, well why would I? 'I'm incredibly attracted to the masculinity I see in you' doesn't usually go over well with your friend you think is a woman, would it?”

Wooyoung's words of affirmation had you glowing. “People shouldn't let their orientation labels get in the way of someone they are drawn to unexpectedly, but I know what you mean.”

“Well, uh, this is the best news you could have ever given me. Wow. I'm happy for you, and me, and us.” He let out a long breath. “I'm not there yet because I need some time to wrap my head around my best friend being a guy and I never knew, but, um, when I am ready, would you mind if I asked you out?”

Giving him the biggest hug of your life, your answer was affirmative. “Here is my yes in advance. You just name the place and I will be there anytime.”

Wooyoung smiled shyly, quite unlike the man you had known most of your life. “Despite longing for one, I have never had a boyfriend before. You would be my first.” With all his charms, that seemed so unlikely. Your friend easily read the question in your eyes, admitting with a laugh, “Nobody ever measured up to you.”

Looking at Wooyoung with more love than ever after such high praise, a surge of pride was also evident on your face. Again your response was guided by his own phrasing. “I have never been a boyfriend before.”

“We will just have to learn together then.” Wooyoung sighed happily as he took your hand in his once more before asking if he needed to update your contact information. Not just a name perhaps, but also in a decision that already felt right, to add a safely gender neutral “my beloved” on your entry until you decided to be more open. With speed that surprised himself, he was ready now to consider himself yours.  

Unsure who else you might disclose your identity to and at what pace, you knew at least your adored boyfriend was one person who securely had your back. That sense of trust showed in your smile. Now pressed cheek to cheek, Wooyoung thought you looked radiant as he snapped the perfect couple picture for his lockscreen and yours.

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