#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]

Could I request hard thoughts of any group of your choosing with any theme? Like it's all up to you

Ateez Hard Thoughts

Ot8 Favorite/Main kinks ———————————————————————

Seonghwa has a major mommy kink. He needs you to call him mommy in bed or he might just lose it. He likes to baby you during sex, treating you like a sweet thing to take care of. He is gentle and loving, to the point where it’s suffocating. Along with you calling him mommy, he wants you to suck his middies <3

Hongjoong is definitely the type to have a sound kink. Auralism is super important to him. He loves the sound of your whimpers and cries. His favorite thing is when you chant his name, begging for him to move faster, sending him over the edge. He also loves the sound of sex. He likes the sound of your tight hole squeezing his throbbing cock and the skin to skin contact reverberating throughout the room. If you’re not loud enough he’ll make sure you change that. Comments like “Baby, what did we talk about? We can be louder.” And “I can’t hear you, let’s speak up, yeah?”

Yunho has a size kink for sure. He’s so big compared to everyone, how could he not. He’ll have his hands next to each side of your head, his large form looming over you as he fucks into your heat. He’ll press onto your stomach, his hand feeling for his large cock inside of you. He likes to have you under him, feeding his pride.

Yeosang has a praise kink and bondage kink. He loves telling you how pretty you are and how good you make him feel. “My pretty boy, I feel so good right now. You do this to me, you make me feel like this.” He’ll coo in your ear and kiss your face. If he’s feeling freaky, he’ll tie you up. Specifically, shibari. He likes when you look all pretty for him, intricate patterns emphasizing all your pretty features.

San is a huge fan of mirror sex. Biggest enthusiast of it ever. He has multiple full sized mirrors in his closet, picking which one is best for the vibe. He’ll put you into positions so you can see his thick cock please your pretty hole. He also wants you to see the beautiful faces you make that drive him crazy. He likes to jerk you off in the mirror as well, teasing you with the sinful view of his strong hands around your dick.

Mingi is roleplay and degradation all the way. He likes getting in character to fuck you, making everything more exciting. He’ll have you as his husband, dog, fwb, coworker, anything as long as you’re comfortable! He loves the thought of you being his and his alone. He wants you as his man whore. He’ll call you any term that comes to mind in bed, especially his whore or slut <3

Wooyoung likes having sex in risky places, semi-public. He’ll fuck you in the recording studio, practice room, public restroom, and even a friend’s house. The thrill is so arousing to him, maybe if someone caught you guys it would make him feel even better. To get you to agree to having sex it takes a bit of corruption. He likes corrupting you, tainting the innocence that was once yours.

Jongho is the type of guy with a muscle and marking kink. He is so much stronger than you, so built. He can move you into any position he’d like in the blink of an eye. When he fucks you, he is absolutely covering you with marks. His grip on your hips is quite literally bruising, leaving behind big blue and purple spots. He’ll also give you big hickeys, ones you can’t hide, just so everyone knows you’re his. Sometimes he’ll get so carried away he’ll draw blood, but you don’t mind. After sex you’ve got prominent marks on your neck, chest, thighs, and hips. Jongho doesn’t miss a spot. You’re all his.

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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.

Tag List: @cherrycel @mxnsxngie @malldreamprincess @asjkdk

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.

Thank you for reading! Please reblog if you enjoyed! 💜

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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.

[choism]

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.

[shinestarhwaa]

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.

[ppoppokari]

sun-kissed

pairing~ jung wooyoung x male! reader

genre~ (au) (f) (s)

word count~ 9.5k (it’s that god damn smut scene i tell ya) 

synopsis~ It’s the summer of ‘72 and y/n- an ex boy scout, arrives home after his college life is ruined by something as mundane as a crush on his best friend. in an attempt to run away from his concerns surrounding his sexuality, y/n returns to pinefield. there he meets jung wooyoung, a delinquent who really shouldn’t be there. the pair, both from different worlds come to the realisation that maybe what they were feeling wasn’t intense hate but something special...

or the one where an ice cold camp counsellor meets a boy who he’s convinced holds the sun in his eyes

featuring~  two closeted gay kids who are stupid and in love, reader is san’s cousin but it doesn’t really add to the plot that much, insinuated homophobia (nothing is actually directly mentioned), switch reader & switch wooyoung, frotting, a sickening amount of fluff, kissing and pda, wooyoung’s smart mouth and dolphin laugh, the longest and most respectful smut scene ever, praise & body worship, cum play, unprotected sex (don’t do this please i just had to keep this era appropriate).

playlist~🌼 (excuse the amazing lack 70′s music on this playlist) 

a/n~ at this stage i will probably always be thanking you @kpop-ship-silver for actually encouraging me to get some thoughts out there, especially this fic. and @flwrboi​ i know we just started dm’ing but let me be bold and say you’ve 100% become my muse of sort. even though i started this fic months you and your presence inspired me to make this the cutest thing in the universe. lets just say this is a token of “please be my friend?” “or maybe at least consider being moots for more than a couple of weeks?”

 also the song y/n and wooyoung listen to in the lake scene is Go All The Way by Raspberries 

You can’t help but feel somewhat guilty, your family had been waiting for months to see you, yet you currently sat in the shadiest area of your yard tracing shapes on your bare knee. The sizzling meat and the children that ran wild, though loud, was reduced to background noise in your mind. Family barbecues were far and few between yet the atmosphere remained the same, regardless of the change within your heart.

A few days prior you stood in a phone booth on your campus weaving a narrative of your seemingly amazing college experience, even if you didn’t address it the distance in your voice was booming, so your dad took immediate action dusting off the same apron he wore years ago in an attempt to at least gift you with a faint smile when you arrived home. He had yet to see that smile but still had a few tricks up his sleeve, even if he was practically forced to man the food. After the not-so-subtle “You know you can tell me anything right champ?” you didn’t budge, and that in itself felt wrong. Throughout your life you had always been the sweet little boy who would always peck their mum on the cheek before running off to explore their backyard, which eventually led to you becoming the beloved poster child for the town’s local scout troop. 

Honesty, integrity and kinship practically ran in your blood even during your awkward teenage phases. And as soon as you outgrew your troop you snatched up the opportunity to volunteer as a counsellor every summer, even now the familiarity of it pulled you back in, and right now you were as desperate as ever to forget about the events that had taken place.

The first couple of months of college had lulled you into a false sense of security, gifting you with a decent roommate, friends, you even managed to find a girlfriend. If you could go back and give your past self a helpful warning you would have looked him in his e/c eyes and said “Sometimes the best things are temporary”. It began as a faint jolt of electricity that ran wild when you brushed against Jaehyun’s arm. Then eventually you found yourself drifting in and out as you scanned his handsome features, and when someone noticed you responded like clockwork “When did admiring your best friend become a crime?” That question was later answered the night you refused to go further with your sweet bookish girlfriend Anne and instead opted for sneaking a hand into your boxers, letting soft whimpers of Jaehyun’s name slip loose and drift into the cold night air. 

Your major game plan was to keep the double life you were leading under wraps, but eventually you made a lapse in judgement. The night was painfully ordinary, Jaehyun laughed at his joke that nearly fell into the realm of being a dad joke. You had a good sense of humour but the joke was a complete miss, but the sparkle in his eyes, that made everything worth it.  From that point on your body was acting on its own, after taking one sneaky glance at his lips you took your chance. In some fantasy world Jaehyun would have stolen your breath in one swift kiss, but it never came. Dread coated your entire being as your eyes, which had since then clasped themselves shut, finally opened.

There was no hint of emotion on his face, it was as if he had already blocked out what had happened. Your friend stood, reaching for his bag. Slinging it around his shoulder he tilted sideways trying to avoid making eye contact.

“I was just joking.”

“I think I should go.”

Those five familiar words carried a venomous sting to them that was only heightened by him turning on his heels. Speaking proved to be a struggle, everything you wanted to say never made it past the tip of your tongue. By the time you managed to croak out a string of words he was already out the door.

“Jaehyun…I’m sorry.”  

From that point onwards Jaehyun made a habit of taking elaborate detours in hopes of avoiding you. Maybe he was doing you a favour since there was no way you could work your way up to looking him in the eyes let alone start a conversation. However, your perspective clearly changed when a heartbroken Anne sat across from you, you knew where this was going even before you registered the words she spoke.

It didn’t take long for it to spread like wildfire, everyone knew about the little ex-boy scout who wasn’t as innocent as he seemed. So instead of unloading your baggage to your father you ultimately decided to ditch and disappear into the semi-wilderness and confront your feelings later, what could possibly go wrong?

A thud to the back of your head withdrew you from your thoughts, snapping you back into reality. Before you even had time to swivel around your younger cousin Ethan was frantic, “Sorry!” Looking down to your side you notice a lone soccer ball, the adults around you immediately set into action scolding him. “You know y/n’s not well.” That was what your mum used to smooth over the situation, she knew even less than your dad but she was still out here defending you while holding a stack of paper plates.

“Mum I’m fine.” Feigning innocence, you stood flashing a gentle smile before you dashed towards Ethan. The young boy playfully squealed as you trailed him around your back yard, finally cornering him you picked him up carrying him to the blow-up swimming pool. He was already in his swimsuit so when you plopped him into the pool the boy giggled like crazy, splashing you with water.  

The familiarity of it all was a soothing balm over all the things that had happened in the weeks prior, and returning to Pinefield was a much-needed cure for your broken heart.

Wooyoung shuffled in his seat irked by the whole scenario, he didn’t deserve to be in this hellscape disguised as a cubicle. He wasn’t going to deny that he resorted to minor threats but that’s all it was, he wasn’t going to beat the dude up. But no matter how many times Wooyoung had stressed this to his community service officer he was dismissed with a passive aggressive smile.

The combination of the man’s feigned innocence, the pasty walls and the noisy water cooler was starting to break Wooyoung. His head fell into his hands muffling a frustrated sigh, “Now… the last time I checked a verbal threat doesn’t equal community service.” “Well, it does in our books, now Wooyoung you’re eating into my lunch break” “Good” “Son, just choose something you have no choice in the matter.”

Snatching the clipboard out of the man’s hand Wooyoung traced his tongue along one of his fingers and took to flipping through the pages, it didn’t take him long to realise that each listing was just as bad as the last. However, one caught his eye. “Camp Pinefield? You’re kidding me, a scout camp? You’re willing to let a “delinquent” volunteer around children, that’s good to know.” Wooyoung expected to at least get a chuckle from the man in front of him but much to his disappointment he got another blank stare.

Frankly all of these options were shit, but it was still an easy choice to make. There was no way he was going to willingly clean up after the people who got him in this situation to begin with, he also didn’t ever feel comfortable working in a local cemetery.

“Camp Pinefield it is.” “Well, if that’s the case I will contact the head of the scout troop and organise the paperwork. The camp starts in three weeks so I expect to see you back here next week to register. But until then enjoy your freedom.”  Wooyoung was already walking away when he recognised the cocky comment. “It’s a scout camp not a prison.” “Your right, twelve weeks isn’t that bad right?”  Luckily the officer couldn’t see how Wooyoung’s face paled immediately. Used to Wooyoung’s antics the man didn’t even react when he dashed back into the cubicle once again ripping the clipboard out of his hands once again, “Don’t you mean one to two wee-“Wooyoung’s voice faltered after rereading the rough penmanship, ‘Oh shit’ .

“Okay look, Tom I’m sorry for wasting your time, you deserved that lunch. Almost as much as I deserve to not do twelve weeks of community service at a camp.” The boy, who just so happened to be gifted in the art of persuasion, kneeled down so his head sat on the desk. There was a side to Wooyoung that barely saw the light of day and it only appeared in moments of complete desperation, he scrunched his face into a bright smile that saw his eyes disappear behind his cheeks. “I change my mind.” Without realising it Wooyoung had given the guy all he needed to make a smartass comment that sliced deep into Wooyoung’s ego.

“But with a face like that, the children are going to love you, I can’t disappoint them, right?”

“Oh, come on! It’s not even final, I can change my mind.” “I’m sorry my hands are tied” “No they aren’t!” “I don’t care how loud you get; I am not budging. Have a nice day.”

In that moment Wooyoung’s suspicions had been confirmed, he had indeed spent the last hour and a half in literal hell.

“Well fuck you too!”

He was fuming when he rounded the corner only to be met with Yeosang stifling his laugh, even after he had spotted Wooyoung he made absolutely no attempt at hiding his amusement. It was Yeosang’s idea to sync up their community service meetings, a cute little privilege that he reserved for his best friend. Much to his delight he managed to be placed into the cubicle right next to Wooyoung, meaning he had a front row ticket to the chaos that Wooyoung was raining down upon the poor officer.  

So Yeosang didn’t even bother to ask about what had truly taken place, and even though silence had plagued them the entire walk home Yeosang failed to hear what the other had murmured through gritted teeth.

“Twelve weeks, what a dream.”

You sat adjacent to scoutmaster Hawke, entertaining the man’s conversation as you prodded a stick into the flames watching the logs crumble. You didn’t know whether you were just gifted with a huge ego or whether you were just so used to being a model citizen, but seeing the logs reduced to ash made you feel like a god. You had arrived at the camp grounds just as the sun was rising, an act which was 100% unnecessary but it wasn’t hurting anybody. Hawke knew what to expect from you considering he had known your family for thirteen years, if you had wanted to show up at the crack of dawn, so be it.

Once upon a time you had been subject to Hawke’s strict nature, but as soon as your mother had been dubbed the longest serving chef Pinefield had to date you were given a pass to do as you pleased. It wasn’t actually as irresponsible as it had sounded, they all knew you had a working head on your shoulders.

It was nearly eleven and the egg yolk sun washed over the campgrounds. Saturating it in a friendly type of warmth. Since you had arrived Hawke kept you close by after giving you a special task, to welcome one of the new camp counsellors. This was by no means out of the ordinary, with your innocence, charm and enthusiasm you could win over just about anybody so why not put you out into the front line to ease the worries of the newbies?

What Hawke failed to mention was that he had indeed met the new camp counsellor, and if that day was any indication of the type of person Jung Wooyoung was all hands-on deck were needed to reform him.  So, he concocted a list of plans spanning from A-Z, and plan A was more or less chaining Wooyoung to their best volunteer. It was a complete shot in the dark but it was easily the better of the plans.

The older man was actually relieved that Wooyoung hadn’t shown up yet, it gave him the opportunity to calm your nerves before he could spring everything onto you.

“Y/n you know I’m not one for sentimentalities but it’s good to see you again, I wasn’t sure if you’d be back, seeing as you weren’t here last year.”

You playfully scoffed, bickering with the man as if he was a beloved uncle.

“Hey! You know you can’t get rid of me yet Hawke, you’ll be long gone before I leave you all behind. But seriously I really miss being here.”

“Just know that you don’t have to volunteer to come back and visit.” “Yeah, I know.” Truth be told you were never accustomed to the idea of not giving back to the people that basically witnessed you grow up, so you stayed. All the kind words he had showered you with were merely a way to put your heart at ease before he threw you into the tiger’s den, and you hadn’t the slightest clue.

“Not to cut you off there, but are you really sure he’s showing up?” “Just give him some time, he’ll show up alright.” There was something slightly ominous about Hawke’s answer but you let it slide. The tweeting birds filled the silence enough for you to relax once again, however, just as you dropped the stick to your side a rusted cherry pickup truck rounded the corner.  From where you were both standing it was hard to clearly make out the owner of the car, but that didn’t really matter as the person for Hawke was waiting for exited the pickup truck.

It was proving incredibly difficult to mask the shock on your face, he wasn’t meant to be here. Maybe you were a serial gatekeeper but your anxiety was beating you into submission. Even if the phrase “Don’t judge a book by its cover” was repeated on loop throughout your childhood, you adopted an immediate distaste for the boy. His raven hair was slicked back, held in place by a black and white bandana. The rest of his outfit hung loosely on his body, a mix between the hippies your mother whispered about and the delinquents your father urged you to distance yourself from.

Your guest took his time, speaking to the driver of the vehicle before flashing him an emotionless smile, he hadn’t even been here for a whole minute yet he already seemed to be suffering.

Sending a salute to his friend he approached, coming to a stop right in front of you. He had yet to utter a single word but his piercing gaze was preventing you from blurting out the usual camp counsellor spiel.

“Good to see you son.” Hawke’s words didn’t seem to faze the young man, that or he was a mute, somehow you had a hard time believing that. Hawke’s sharp exhale was a warning sign in itself, the ex-army veteran had a very…unique sense of respect, his morals were so deeply ingrained in him and it was terrifying. Even if his heart was relatively big, his anger was no joke and nothing angered him more than stubborn silence.

You inadvertently flinched when his large hand came to rest on the stranger’s shoulder, gripping it in faux jolliness. It wasn’t a friendly gesture at all, it was a clear show of dominance. But Hawke was met with a challenging tilt of the head. As if he could sense his brash nature Hawke retracted his hand.

“Y/n I’d like you to meet Wooyoung, he has been kind enough to take on the role as Clarke’s replacement. I have asked Y/n to be your mentor of sorts or as we say, your buddy. Even if he does hold more authority over you, treat him as you would a good friend.”

“Sounds great.” Oh great, he was a complete asshole, well he definitely looked the part, but you had held out hope that he would at least save the sarcasm for later.

“Now Y/n why don’t you show Wooyoung around.” You could tell by the crease forming between his brows that he already needed to recover from Wooyoung’s attitude.  “Sure, will do.” Turning to Wooyoung you flashed him the best poster-boy smile you had, maintaining it until Hawke was out of sight, there was no way you’d let him see you so nervous and fidgety. “I’m Y/n, in case you missed it.” “Didn’t miss it.” “Cool! So how about we drop by the cabin to ditch your belongings so we can get this tour rolling.”  You were preparing yourself for another sour response, not for him to push past you and walk off to God knows where. “I’d suggest dropping the quirky scout thing, it’s not very convincing.” Your jaw dropped in sheer disbelief “You’re going the wrong way.”

One would have thought that you had tortured Wooyoung, when in reality you had just given him a tour and his scout uniform. “I think it suits you.” Wooyoung sighed “Please don’t say that.” It had been what, an hour? Yet you could already feel a pin prick of a migraine forming. Not wanting to give him fuel for another sassy comeback you attempted to change the subject. “So Wooyoung, what brings you to Pinefield?”  For the first time since you met, he actually thought over his answer before exhaling a forceful sigh. “Look I promise it isn’t as bad as it seems, but I’m here for community service.”  Wooyoung didn’t want to admit it to himself, considering you had been so persistently bubbly and invasive, but the way you tilted your head in confusion, was honestly one of the cutest things he had ever seen.

“Wait, I didn’t know that was a thing, don’t you need to be back in town picking up garbage?” “Okay, pretty boy, you obviously missed the point THIS is my community service.” A flaming blush coated your cheeks, it wasn’t meant as a compliment but it still had an effect on you. “Right, I’m sorry I just didn’t know you could do that, honestly that sounds like a pretty good deal. I have a cousin San, he just started his community service a couple of days ago, he nearly took the Pinefield gig to spend time with me but he absolutely sucks at leading children. So, he’s cleaning empty houses.”

One would have thought you just said the most outrageous thing based on the pure shock on his face. “Your cousin San?” Wooyoung had no idea how many people called San lived in this area, you couldn’t be talking about his best friend. “Technically he’s my fourth cousin but I didn’t think that mattered.” “This might be a stab in the dark but are you possibly talking about Choi San?” He watched as your eyes lit up ‘oh fuck’ “Yeah do you know him?”  There was no way, well actually that could possibly explain why you were so attractive. But besides that, you were nothing alike. “He’s a close friend, he actually drove me here.” “What?! Why didn’t he come and say hi? First, he misses our family barbecue and now this.” “I’m more surprised you didn’t recognize your own cousin.” “I have bad eyesight sometimes! And I haven’t seen his new truck.” And there it was, a pout that was nearly identical to that of his best friend.

For the first time since he arrived Wooyoung chuckled “The difference is amazing, I can’t believe such an uptight, do-gooder is related to San.”  You responded with a shrug “Well I am.” Wooyoung crouches down so he’s eye level with you “Hey lighten up, I think we’ll get along fine.” “I doubt it.” “Oh, come on, now who’s the depressing one, look it’s not like I’ll torment you, I wasn’t going to… but now I know you’re San’s cousin I can 100% say I’ll behave. Scout’s honour.” Wooyoung gave a small salute and a bright smile, you could see why the two got along, there was something oddly sweet about the guy, but he was still a major pain in the ass who had been pushing every single one of your buttons since he arrived.  So, you’d have to pass on actually being his friend.

All you could do was flash him a false smile and glance at your watch hoping you had somewhere to be, your call was answered in seconds. A knock on the door brought Wooyoung to his feet in time for another counsellor to enter the change room. “Y/n there you are” He didn’t seem to notice Wooyoung until he turned to his side. “Good you’re here too. The scouts are here.”  It was in that moment that you realised your watch was definitely showing the wrong time. “Oh, flip. Okay we’ll be out there soon.” You could feel Wooyoung smirking as the counsellor left the room “Oh flip? San 1, Y/n 0.” “What does that even mean?” “I’m keeping count. Whenever you say anything cheesy or lame San gets a point, I dunno how you get points but I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”

Wooyoung did in fact keep his promise, he definitely didn’t set out to make your summer difficult. But that didn’t mean that he wasn’t annoying, oh god was he annoying. Three weeks into his time at Pinefield he had ditched his cold bad boy persona and became the golden child of the camp, the children adored him, the female counsellors had a crush on him and the adults showered him with praise.  Even so, Wooyoung had a soft spot for you, even if it wasn’t mutual. You had made it completely obvious that he was a burden to you but he honestly didn’t care. He still had fun testing your patience.

Truth be told, if you weren’t studying a degree in social studies, you probably would have been an actor, solely due to the fact that you were able to convince others and yourself that you despised Wooyoung when in reality you had become one of those who were completely enamoured by his everything. But this felt too familiar and if Jaehyun had taught you anything it was that you were doomed if you let your heart get the best of you.  

“Look, I’m not saying you’re wrong, but why don’t you like him? He’s so nice.” Your friend Christina interrogated you over breakfast, you let out another sigh aware of the possibility that you were grasping at any reason to hate Wooyoung. “You know what if you spent every single day paired with him, you’d be losing it too.”

His sarcasm had rubbed off on you, whenever questioned about him you always had a defensive answer. Because at the heart of it, there was a reason why you disliked him and it was growing bigger and more complicated every week, day, hour and minute that you spent with him.

Your prayers had been answered, then dashed in a matter of time. Wooyoung didn’t show for breakfast gifting you with much needed silence, but the world also condemned you to a good couple of hours in the presence of a shirtless Wooyoung. The lake on the edge of the camp wasn’t the biggest lake in the world, but it was still in need of a lifeguard. The lake was connected to a string of other lakes that ultimately connected to the sea, a perfect get away for Wooyoung who sat on a cherry-red lifeguard chair. Instead of actually watching out for the kids he let them run free, closing his eyes to inhale the salty sea breeze. Feeling eyes on him he pauses his Walkman “You good?” It was a struggle to keep your cheeks from turning red. Wooyoung had to be aware of his visuals, his cockiness was most definitely a result of over-confidence.

“I’m fine, just watching you shirk your responsibilities, if you aren’t going to be the lookout let me do it.” “It’s all good up here don’t worry your pretty little face about it.” Huffing out a sigh you stretched back allowing your feet to dangle off the end of the jetty. Even from your spot the sea air managed to tussle with your h/c locks. Wooyoung resumed his position, reclining back into the chair. Just as he was about to press play you spoke again “What are you thinking about?” “That’s a pretty invasive question.” “I’ve never seen you make that face before.”

There was a moment of hesitation. He wasn’t keen on telling you the truth, that he was thinking about you. It didn’t have anything to do with your relation to San, even if you hadn’t told him that bit of information, he still would have found you so insanely attractive. He couldn’t deny the fact that he frequently wondered what your mouth could do, other than nag him. You were uptight to a fault. Any other person would have been offended by your harsh approach, but Wooyoung found it endearing. He actually enjoyed your company, every single attempt he made to get closer to you was in good spirit. He wasn’t even certain that you were into him or guys in general, it was more of a suspicion that was proving itself true with each lingering glance in his direction.

So instead, he responded with a witty retort. “I’m imagining that I’m at the beach with the hot sun and even hotter babes.” Man, this guy sucked, however, he was attractive. You hadn’t seen it before but the sun shining down on him proved to be your new weakness. Summer looked good on him.,

“Sounds like a dream, now share!” Springing up you strolled towards the boy, tugging at his arm that was lazily thrown over the arm rest. “The hell?!” “Didn’t you hear me? Time to share that fantasy, get down.” Wooyoung, used to this behaviour could only chuckle at your words. “Wooyoung.I.Just.Want.To.Do.My.Job.” “Fine, move out the way I’m getting down.” Wooyoung Leapt down from his throne with ease “There you go, have at it.” Wasting little time, you fumbled up onto the seat. Ironically you had little to no climbing abilities despite being a scout and since you were focused on not slipping and getting a concussion you failed to notice your swim shorts ride up your legs.

Something as simple as that broke any self-control Wooyoung had, but it was the innocence that got him. You seemed just as oblivious as always, he was actually willing to overlook this mishap until you smirked at him.

In your head the smirk was a sense of dominance, you had gotten your way, end of story. However, that smirk led Wooyoung to the point of no return.

“I think we should get out of here.” You rolled your eyes “Look we only have twenty minutes left. I’m not letting you out of my sight.” How were you not getting it? He was being so blatantly obvious. “Look. I’m feeling, God, can we just talk… privately.” It was all too tempting to tease the guy but he looked completely on edge. “Yeah of course.” Landing on the ground as gracelessly as possible, you looked around for the best place to have this conversation.  It was decided that the small lifeguard’s unit that sat about a hundred feet from the lake was the best bet.

Unlocking the door, you ushered Wooyoung inside, taking the extra step to lock the door behind you. “What’s u- ““Look, I could be completely wrong but do you like guys?” “I’m not against them, you’ve seen me with my male friends.”  He was starting to wonder whether you were just that oblivious or just a stick in the mud. “I know that, I’m asking if you’re attracted to other men.”

Wooyoung had promised that he wouldn’t torment you, but for some reason you were still anticipating the worst if you did confess to anything. So, you gave the same answer you gave to Anne all those months ago. “That’s absurd, I’m not into guys. I’m straight.”  Your lie seemed to convince her at the time but Wooyoung saw through your half-hearted words. “Look I’m not asking because I’m weirded out but you’ve been acting a little…look you keep staring at me and I don’t know how to feel about it.” “Oh, come on don’t flatter yourself Wooyoung, it’s nothing really.” Wooyoung licked his lower lip in frustration.  “Look if I tell you something about myself can you answer one question for me?” “If it’ll make you happy go ahead, but please make this quick I don’t want to leave the kids alone for too long.”

“Great! Don’t worry this won’t take long.” He may have come across as overly enthusiastic but in reality, his nerves were starting to get the best of him. “You’re not the only one who isn’t straight, unlike you I’m just better at hiding it. So let me ask you again “Are you attracted to me?”

It felt absurd, this couldn’t be happening. While you were still trying to comprehend the words, he had spoken Wooyoung leaned in, his voice no louder than a faint whisper. “Feeling’s mutual.” While your brain attempted to come up with a long list of excuses as to why you shouldn’t give in to him, your body acts, swiftly pulling him in for a kiss. After the initial shock Wooyoung resumed his cocky playfulness, nipping at your lip. “I didn’t think you liked me that much.” “Shut up.” “Come on I’m just teasing.”

Wooyoung cupped your face, pulling you back it didn’t take long for his soft lips to soothe every single one of your worries. “More, Wooyoung I think I want you to touch me.” Even in his most vivid fantasy he never thought you’d be begging for his touch. “Where? Here?” The amusement was evident in his voice as he brought his hands to rest upon the bare skin just shy of your hip bones. The light circling motion as he traced aimless shapes summoned gentle whimpers. “S-stop teasing me, you know exactly where I want your hand.”

Wooyoung clicked his tongue, his mock displeasure wholly covering up the fact he thrived on your demanding attitude. “I didn’t know pretty boy had so much bite.” Whining in frustration you rested your forehead against his. “Woo you’re wasting my time.” Maybe he had gotten carried away, he quickly glances up at the clock hanging on the wall. “Looks like I’m going to have to make you cum in less than ten minutes, challenge accepted.”

Wooyoung swiped at the various clipboards that littered the desk behind you, too caught up in the moment to even react when they hit the floor with a clang. He leaned in for one final kiss, whining when you tilted your head to the side. Not wanting to let you win this heated battle he took to nipping down the side of your neck as he lifted you onto the desk. While you were far too preoccupied with the sensation of your skin between his teeth Wooyoung tugged your swim shorts down tossing them off to the side.

A hiss slipped through your gritted teeth as his hand came into contact with your already hard member. Even though his touch was light and his hands soft, your voice remained caught in your throat. You wanted to test his patience just as he had tested yours, but the only thing you had to offer was a pathetic buck of your hips each time his hand edged closer to your balls.  You shuffled forward holding yourself against him, leaning your head into his shoulder you whined. “Don’t stop.”  As if to spite you Wooyoung stilled his hand, bringing your head up you frowned at the loss of contact.  “Hey lighten up, I want to try something.”

It was his turn to pull down his swim shorts, not knowing what to expect you play nice, allowing him to bring your left leg up for better access. You closed your eyes waiting for him to enter you, instead he pressed his dick against yours. Once again, his hand returned, this time he held both of you in his hand resuming with short, feverish strokes. Your own arms began to shake as the pleasure he deprived you of returned, feeling far more intense than before.  Letting your eyes close and head loll to the side you failed to see him swipe your tip, merging your precum with his. One more clench from him had you shuddering against him as you came onto his hand, even though you were trying to recover Wooyoung continued. The overstimulation forced you to open your eyes looking him chase his high, not even phased by your cum coating his hand. “Woo, stop, it’s too much.” “Hang in there, I’m nearly done.” Wooyoung moved his hand faster only for you to cry out, gripping his biceps you left small crescent indents. The light pain was it all took for him to reach his release.

Even through the lust that was clouding your mind you managed to peer up at him, marvelling at how gorgeous he looked with his clenched jaw that only slightly relaxed when he began muttering a string of incomprehensible curses.

Catching his breath Wooyoung pulled away from you, looking at the clock. “Told ya I could get you cumming in under ten minutes, I think that deserves a kiss.” His comment was weightless, it was intended to float in one ear and out the other but you caught it mid-air with a warm smile that made his heart skip a beat. “You’re ridiculous.” Normally whenever you’d say that it would sting, as if you were ripping a band-aid off of his heart. Instead, you gifted him with a honey-sweet kiss, reassuring him that this wasn’t a dream, even if it felt too good to be true. It was nearly impossible for you to admit that you liked him, the words just weren’t there but the lovesick look in your eyes told him everything he needed to know

The walk back to the lake was full of the cheesiest smiles that the two of you could muster, you intended to drop it when by the time you came in view of the kids. But Wooyoung had another one of his brilliant ideas, ignoring your whining he pushed you to the side so he could take the small climb back onto the chair. “Wooyoung!” Instead of answering he shuffled into the seat, partially spreading his legs “What’re you waiting for? Didn’t you want to share that fantasy with me?” He stretched his arm out smiling when you took his hand, steadying yourself just so you could climb into his lap.

All the wriggling that he was doing became apparent when you realised, he had pulled his Walkman out from behind him. Noticing your doe-eyed expression Wooyoung took it upon himself to lean in close placing one ear pad over your ear and the other on his.

For the first time that day you closed your eyes, ignoring the loud game of Marco Polo that was taking place but before you could fully drift into a peaceful daydream Wooyoung made sure to let you know how he felt.

“San 37, y/n 2.” “Wait how is a confession only worth two points?!” “It would have been five points if it was a verbal confession. But don’t worry, we have the rest of summer for you to catch up.”

By the time the last day had come around you were still far from beating San, while you would say the whole point system was just there to piss you off, Wooyoung begged to differ “You’re just a little embarrassing.” You both currently stood in the kitchen, staring at the bacon that was closer to ash than anything edible. Having Wooyoung as your boyfriend meant that you drew the short straw with kitchen duty, ever since Doris gave him the opportunity to cook breakfast once a week you were pulled along even if you weren’t the best chef around. The only thing you got out of these moments was complete privacy to kiss the life out of him. Ever since that awkward confession you were unable to be around each other without acting like dumb kids who were hopelessly in love, luckily Pinefield remained oblivious to everything that had happened. Shocking considering how touchy Wooyoung was.

Amongst all of the sexual favours you had done for each other you always faltered when it came to actual sex.  Back in the lifeguard’s unit all those weeks ago you were prepared to get it over and done with in thanks to that lust filled frenzy, yet things weren’t that simple. You just couldn’t bring yourself to feel that open and comfortable again, it wasn’t like Wooyoung ever pressed you on the matter. He was content either way, but today was the last day you had with him, well not exactly, yes you were leaving Pinefield but Wooyoung assured you that you had him for life now. That didn’t make you feel any better, you were aware of how removed and cold to the touch you could be, you were way more mellow now but you still felt wildly uncomfortable admitting out loud that you actually loved him. There were countless times wherein you had accidentally cock-blocked yourself, each time you credited that to the trauma that came from your near kiss with Jaehyun.

But that was then and on the last day, it felt all too right to switch roles. It was time you became the one with the bright, charming disposition. Which wasn’t really the easiest thing to do, but if that issue of Teen magazine you found lying around told you anything, it was to trust your heart.

“So Wooyoung, you doing anything tonight?” “Probably not but I haven’t even thought about what I want for lunch, you’re expecting a lot from me Y/n.” “Well, is it okay if I steal you away for the night? I wanted to repay you for this summer. “You’re such an idiot I told you I’d come by your place after we got home, stop trying to ditch me it’s rude.” Wooyoung wrapped his arms around you while you stirred the scrambled egg “Stop twisting my words, I’ve got a surprise for you.” “Nice! See you then.” The door creaked open causing Wooyoung to let go of you making you lose balance and singe your finger on the flame that licked the side of the pan. “Mother of God Wooyoung! That hurt!” You intended to give him a piece of your mind but instead you were greeted with Doris’s friendly smile. “Y/n deary that looks bad, Mr. Hawke wants to see you, but first come with me, let’s get some ice on that.”

Unfortunately, that was the only time you had with Wooyoung until you slipped into the cabin that night. Hawke had kept a close eye on you giving you housekeeping tasks that left you in his presence for the majority of the day, you had assumed the camp was none the wiser but all of Hawke’s questions alluded to quite a bit of suspicion from the older man. You preached the cover story that you weren’t a sinner, and in fact Wooyoung was a friend of a cousin of yours and that he was actually a decent person to be around. All of that acting tired you out, the only thing preventing you from crashing your head onto the pillow knocking out for the night was your lover’s expectant look. In an attempt to seem as casual as possible you walked past him to the bathroom, when you had  passed him you spoke lowly “I’ll come get you when the others fall asleep.” Wooyoung nodded immediately launching into a cover up “I’m glad your finger’s better, I didn’t think it would be that bad.” As usual his constant chattering went over the head of the others urging them to fall asleep quicker than anticipated.

Making sure the coast was clear you sat up scanning the room, realising that Wooyoung was also up doing the same thing. When he made eye contact with you, he smiled and pointed towards the cabin door. Nodding you gestured towards his shoes. While he was getting ready you tiptoed towards the corner of the room grabbing two kerosene lamps, lighting them while you still had the dim cabin lights.

Wooyoung let out a loud exhale when he joined you outside “We better get out of here I’m not sure if I saw someone walking up or if it was a trick of the light.” Passing him a lamp you shushed him with a frown and walked off into the distance waiting for him to jog up to you. “Sorry about that Woo, I really don’t want to get caught. But I’m glad to see you. I really missed you.” “Hey well you’ve got me now, so do what you will with that.” Your free hand reaches towards Wooyoung’s clasping it tightly as you walked ahead practically dragging him behind you. The fool behind you giggled, he had mentioned it casually during conversation but whenever you demanded something from him or “wore the pants” in the relationship, he became weak at the knees.

It had to be no less than a ten-minute walk away from the campground when you came to a stop. “We’re here.” Wooyoung wasn’t sure he knew where “here” was but he got some kind of idea as the orange light illuminated the field of daisies around him. Placing the lamp to the side you fished out a plaid picnic blanket laying it down you sat down waiting for Wooyoung to take his seat next to you.

“I didn’t expect this from you of all people.” “Oh hush, I have a plan and if you keep running your mouth, you’re going to make me anxious.” You reach back for his hand, your nerves showing as your hands shook in the warm summer night’s breeze. Instead of addressing the elephant in the room aka your shaking hands Wooyoung brought your hand up stroking it before giving it a chaste kiss. “You’re probably wondering why we’re here.” “I admit it did cross my mind.” “I wanted to star gaze, but I brought you here for another reason. I found this place in my first year and I thought it would be suitable to say goodbye here.” Wooyoung froze, his heart in his throat. Shocked was an understatement, he didn’t even do anything this was so messed up “You’ve got to be kidding me.” “No, I don’t mean it like that! I just don’t think I’m coming back to Pinefield next year. So, I wanted to make my last night memorable.  I was already thinking of cutting my ties with this place but Hawke just basically interrogated me today and I decided that I don’t want that. What I do want to say is that I’m an idiot who can’t tell his boyfriend how much I love him.”  You looked up at Wooyoung your eyes crinkled as you flashed him a bashful smile. “I don’t say it enough but I fucking love you Wooyoung”

If it was any other occasion, he would have laughed at how awkward your cursing sounded but instead he pulled you in for a rib-crushing hug. For the first time since you had known him, he was rendered speechless, just existing with you in his arms. Deciding to play along with him you let him pull you down onto the picnic blanket, he shuffled around so you could both look up at the twinkling stars that hung low in the night sky.

After a brief moment of silence had passed before Wooyoung found the right thing to say. “Coming here was a mistake, I didn’t even want to be a counsellor but now, I can thank my stupidity otherwise I wouldn’t have had my heart stolen by an annoying, uptight, cold-hearted camp counsellor.” “Well, I’m glad you like them cold. But seriously thank you Wooyoung. You fixed a broken heart.” It was Wooyoung’s turn to tilt his head in confusion “I was outed for trying to kiss my best friend, word spread that I was just some gay little camp scout, so I came here. Basically, thank you for being so stupid.” Despite the moonlight shining down upon the two of you, you swore you saw the sun in his eyes, so you kissed him. It felt different from all the other kisses you had shared, it felt complete.

Wooyoung snaked his way under your shirt, his touch searing your skin, but it was okay, it was safe. You pushed Wooyoung onto the blanket straddling him. He was about to whine and kick up a fuss when you tightly intertwined your hands with his, leaning back in for another kiss. His lips were reminiscent of the sticky marshmallows that he ate by the bonfire, which made up for the fact that Hawke wouldn’t even let you join in on their small end of camp celebration.

The kisses that were initially forceful and demanding were now needy and messy. Impatient as ever Wooyoung pulled his hands away from yours to try and flip you over, you pushed his hands away with a cocky smirk. “I’m sorry but It’s my turn to love you.”  

You left his lap only to part his legs, kneeling between his thighs you placed a soft kiss on his forehead. A silent oath that you were going to treat him as if he was made of glass. Wooyoung’s jaw went slack when you removed your shirt, arching your back as you did so. There was no doubt that you knew how to get him flustered, it was a shame that you hid that side of yourself as often as you did. But maybe it was for the best, Wooyoung never denied the fact that he was a possessive guy. So, he was just counting all of his lucky stars that he was the only one who got to see you like this.

“I should have asked earlier but are you sure you’re okay with me doing this Wooyoung?” “I want this, please go all the way.” You were trying to remain serious but you broke into a fit of laughter as he continued to quote the song you listened to by the lake. “It feels so right, being here with you tonight.” “Stoppp you’re making me blush! But seriously are you okay with me being on top?” “Relax will you! I want this.”

“In that case” You gripped Wooyoung by the hips, tugging him in closer “I’m about to rock your world. “San 79” “Don’t you dare mention San now, that’s such a turn off.” Wooyoung’s squeaky laughter was contagious, but you were too worked up to laugh with him. Instead, you pulled his shorts down focusing on palming the bulge in his pants. Failing to grip anything more than the picnic blanket Wooyoung sat up holding you close to him, if he couldn’t handle this, he had no idea how he was going to get through tonight. Despite his clinginess you continue to palm him while he began to lazily place kisses across your body, starting at your lower jaw and travelling down to your Adam’s apple and finally stopping at your heart.

It was a tricky job, considering Wooyoung was so firmly pressed against you, but you managed to remove his boxers sighing as you felt his length rest against your lower abdomen. “As much as I want to keep holding you like this, I’d prefer to fuck you.” Trust you to seem so proper even when you said the filthiest things, Wooyoung leaned back trying to give you as much space without having to stop touching you. Discarding your boxers, you guide Wooyoung to lie down, fighting against all of your urges you took it slow bringing three fingers up to your mouth and lathering them with saliva. The sensation of your pointer finger entering him made him throw his head back allowing himself to look up at the stars once again.  The sensation of your finger pressing against his tight inner walls was borderline euphoric, if it wasn’t for the sweat beading against his torso, he would have thought he was dreaming. The feeling intensified with the addition of a second finger being buried into him. “Shame on you for not doing this sooner, your fingers feel so good.” Wooyoung moved to angle his hips trying to get your fingers to sink in deeper. However, at that moment you had already pushed in a third finger. “F-fuck!” Concern was at the forefront of your mind thinking assuming that you must have hurt him, his blissed-out face quelled your worries. “You’re doing so well Woo, thank you so much.”

That simple comment sucker punched Wooyoung in the heart, he wanted to be the one thanking you, instead he was writhing around trying to delay an orgasm that felt too close for comfort. Then you had to go and effortlessly brush against his prostate “Y/n, please stop, m’gonna cum if you keep this up.”  Wanting to drag this out a little longer you removed your fingers, brushing them on the edge of the shirt Wooyoung was still wearing making him scrunch his face up in disgust. “My bad, its not like you’re going to be wearing it the whole time.” It sounded like a random comment but Wooyoung could tell by the dominance in your voice that it was an order, so he removed his shirt.

Getting a closer look at the tattoos spread across his body you brought his legs up, licking your palm you brought it down to lubricate yourself before brushing the tip against his entrance. Wooyoung shuddered at the sensation only to whine when you finally dipped your body and pushed into him. His body went rigid, he let his eyes fall shut so he could marvel at how well you filled him up, once you had bottomed out completely you pulled him towards you so your body was tightly plastered against his. Even though you had yet to move your heart was violently thumping against your chest, as you both gasped out disorderly breaths.

“You feel so good Wooyoung, just relax and I’ll make you feel so good just you wait.” “I already feel good, but fine, you’re the boss .” Keeping to his words Wooyoung exhaled, loosening around you. As soon as his body was lax you started thrusting into him “Y/n oh, that feels so good. More.” Heeding his word you gripped his legs, placing them over your shoulder. It was hard to maintain any self-control around Wooyoung, especially when he looked like that, face red and flushed, hair sticking to his forehead. A particularly hard thrust forced a groan from Wooyoung “Shit, I’m sorry Woo, I’m so sorry.” Making a move to pull away from him Wooyoung held you in your place “We’ve spoken about this; you never have to use that word; you have nothing to be sorry for.”

Lowering his legs by a fraction you began moving again, though your thrusts weren’t as hard they were hitting the right spot each time. Wooyoung whined at the friction, he knew full well that he was nearing his climax and this time he welcomed it. He tapped your hand, “I want to do something.” You let go of his legs watching him prop himself up with his arms, his back slightly arched. Moving back and forth he tried his hardest to ride you, it was a precarious angle but it hit his prostate spot on. “I’m so close, I can’t...” Before Wooyoung could finish his sentence, he came, cum spurting onto your lower torso, he really wishes he could have held out just that few seconds longer so he could experience the magic of cumming with you but at least he got to really take in the sight of you pulling out only to cum on his stomach.

Wooyoung crinkled his nose when you fell to his side, placing a sloppy kiss at the corner of his mouth. “That… was amazing.” You smirked at the boy who was still trying to get down from the high he was riding. “I hope it made up for lost time.” “Didn’t it ever. I can’t believe you just did that.” Any sense of dominance that you had disappeared leaving you a blushing mess. As if you hadn’t just spent the whole night making out with him you leaned in for another kiss. You made the move to rest your head on his shoulder, Wooyoung did the same almost headbutting you in the process. “Don’t worry Woo, I’ve got you.”  Not having the energy to refuse you Wooyoung brought his head down to rest on your chest.

It was nearly impossible to determine how long the two of you were cuddled up, talking and pointing at the stars. The sex-crazed stupor you were still in broke when something small and wet fell onto your cheek.  Luckily you caught Wooyoung before he fell into a light slumber,” Wooyoungie, it’s raining, get up sleepy head.” The rain was getting heavier by the minute even though there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky. You didn’t notice it initially but Wooyoung had fallen behind a slight limp in his step. Coming to a stop you waited for him to catch up, passing your back pack to him you crouched low waiting for him to jump on.  You marched through the forestry, dodging mushroom rings while Wooyoung wrapped his arms around your neck, murmuring the sweetest things one could ever imagine.

The rain was pelting down at full force by the time you returned to the cabin, masking your heavy footsteps from the added weight of Wooyoung who had been attempting to tickle you for one whole minute. Dropping him off onto his bed, you brought him in for one more hug ruffling his dark hair. “Well, thanks for being my date for the night, I’m sorry this is awkward I don’t know what to say… Maybe just go to sleep, you look like you’re about to pass out.” Wooyoung rubbed his eyes and whined “Well I am going to sleep but not because you told me to.”  Rolling your eyes at Wooyoung huddled under the sheets you returned to your own bed, finding it nearly impossible to stop smiling as you thought recalled the entire night.

Another thing you found impossible was falling asleep, you were put off by the thunder and lightning despite it not being that violent. It wasn’t a complete fear of yours but it bothered you all the same. Murmuring a soft “Oh my god” you sat up, hair a mess and a frown plastered on your face. Clearly the lack of sleep was messing with your head considering you got out of bed tiptoeing over to Wooyoung. Not wanting to disturb him too much you lightly tapped his shoulder trying to wake him up, to no avail. “Hey, hey wake up… Wooyoung!” You whisper shouted, he jolted awake blinking rapidly, trying to adjust to the dim light. “Mmm, it’s just you” With that he turned over not even phased by your presence. Instead of whining at him feigning ignorance you stayed perched by the side of his bed. “I can’t sleep.” Maybe you didn’t sulk but Wooyoung could feel you pouting, so he turned over pulling his sheets back, his eyes were still closed and his brain could barely comprehend anything more than a few words.

So, you slid into his bed, sighing when his arms wrapped around your lower back. It was his turn to pull you closer letting your head rest against his chest. The thought hadn’t crossed your mind that the two of you could potentially get caught, but it truly didn’t matter. It’s not like you were ever coming back to Pinefield anyways. Yes, it had been a home to you for years, but something had changed. You weren’t the hurt guy that showed up 12 weeks ago, you weren’t scared of the judgement anymore. It was a soothing balm to your heart knowing that you could move on all thanks to Wooyoung who had said it many times “I don’t care whether you like it or not Y/n, but you’re stuck with me for life so get used to it.” So, you fell asleep. The heavy rain and his soft heartbeat the soundtrack for a summer love that was far from over.

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~in other words please don’t repost or steal my work as i’m a slow writer~ 

[naesarangyunho]

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

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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.

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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 🫶🏼

[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.

[joonggphilia]

Hi could I request a headcanon of who in ateez you think fucks the most vs the least or who's almost always horny

Ateez Hard Thoughts (HC)

Ot8 sex drive ranking ———————————————————————Most

Wooyoung. Words cannot explain how much this man would need to fuck. He is pretty needy, a little bratty when it comes down to it. He is willing to take you anywhere, semi-public to the privacy of the dorms, he just needs you all the time. He’ll want you seven days a week 🤭

Mingi is def a princess. He wants attention constantly and the form he wants just happens to be sex. He’ll beg you constantly “M/n, please. I’ll make it quick, I just need to be inside of you.”. No matter how much it annoys you, you accept his pleas.

Yunho is very quiet about it, but he has a very high drive. He won’t beg you like Mingi or Wooyoung, but he’ll drop little hints. Yunho will run his hand over your thigh or give you that look. He wants it now. This happens a lot, usually during dinner at the dorms. You get the look and you’re excused from the table.

Jongho is a horny bastard. Period. He wants you under him, squirming and crying. Hongjoong will scold him because of the obvious tent in his pants when you show up to his fan meets. He can’t help it, you’re his loving boyfriend, and you’re just so cute.

San see’s sex as a de-stressor, or a relief. Being an idol, things get hard. San gets hard too, he needs you to be as close to him as possible, constantly. This eventually leads to him wanting to fuck, and how could you deny him?

Hongjoong loves having sex with you. It’s intimate, romantic, and beautiful. The reason he doesn’t constantly ask you for sex is because he wants to keep it special, something you two can share in the dim lighting of his room. One thing is for sure, when he’s done, you’re covered in marks of love.

Yeosang hardly ever asks for sex. He’ll masturbate thinking of you, take you on romantic dates, and make out with you as if his life depends on it, but he hates rushing relationships. He likes to start slow, earning your love. Once you’re close, things get a lot more…..comfy.

lastly, Seonghwa. He likes cuddles, kisses, and dinner dates. He isn’t a huge fan of sex because it scares him. He doesn’t want to hurt you. He’ll have his moments, fantasizing about you, wishing you were under him, but he mainly wants to be closer to you without being inside you.

Least

[wooyoblr]

kind of tempted to rewrite some smut scenes from old fics in other fandoms but with ateez.......

thoughts??? 👀

[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.

[keep-it-ateez]

Welcome To: Informational Post

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Goodbye From: Informational Post

[shinestarhwaa]

NO HOMO || JUNG WOOYOUNG

"If we say 'No Homo' it isn't gay, right?"

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Wooyoung x male reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings/tags: Highschool!AU, Wooyoung and reader are 18!!Legal age!!, hand job, dirty language, kinda enemies to lovers?, porn with plot, needy schoolboys, dryhumping, naked humping

@anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @veronicasawyerschainsaw-deactiv @whatudowhennooneseesyou @star1117-archives @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main

Tell me if u'd like to be tagged in my works!❣️

ENJOY!

You shuffled your way through the long hallways, barely caring about lifting up your feet. You were so tired, you had barely slept last night.

All you could think about is stupid Jung Wooyoung and his stupid face. Why? Because he had flashed his abs during gym yesterday. You rolled your eyes at yourself, noticing you were thinking about him yet again.

The sight of a sweaty Jung Wooyoung flashing his abs confused you, wishing he would have flashed his lower region as well. Were you just curious? You couldn't possibly have any feelings for him, you weren't gay.

You probably were envious, wanting to be him, although that sounded crazy. Why would you wanna be like him? He was loud, annoying and acted tough, always getting in trouble. You wished to push his head through a wall.

Entering the classroom, your eyes immediately fell on Wooyoung. He wore his tie so messily you rolled your eyes as you plopped down on the empty seat in front of him. Can't he dress normally for once?

"Yah, Y/N, you're blocking my view, I wanted to stare at miss Kim's tits today," he whined, but making sure it wouldn't be heard by her. You looked at him, rolling your eyes at him. "Then scooch to the side so you can act like the pervert you are, Jung fucking Wooyoung."

He had the biggest smirk on his face. "You like it right? Being pervy? I see you checking out miss Lim's ass every time. And Haerin too, you wanna get into her panties don't ya? She probably wears those cute ones with a little bow on the front," Wooyoung grinned.

You scoffed, not believing his vulgarity. "That's not very respectful, Wooyoung." "I don't really care, she's not here is she? Your little girlfriend," he teased. You sighed. "Can you shut up for one second? Also, she is not my girlfriend, we just work together for the Biology project."

"Wow, you're cranky today? Didn't sleep well, huh? Bet you spent the entire night thinking about her, wishing you fucked her instead of your fist?" Wooyoung laughed. "You're a dickhead," you said, turning around as miss Kim wanted to start the class.

You couldn't focus on the assignments though, you only thought about what Wooyoung said. You weren't thinking about Haerin. You couldn't care less about her, actually. Sure, she was sweet and you'd rather find yourself obsess over a sweet girl like her than a dickhead like Wooyoung.

No, it's just body envy. He might be a dick but he's got a good body, you thought. Would he have a nice dick attached to that? Your eyes widened, smacking your book closed in surprise. The entire class looked at you, including Wooyoung as you felt his eyes burn in your back.

You excused yourself, signing to your teacher she could continue teaching. You heard Wooyoung's annoying muffled giggles. Would he giggle when he kissed?

No. This couldn't be happening, you thought. Not over Jung Wooyoung, a man. A boy. You shouldn't think about his cock. Or your cock in his mouth. You shouldn't. But his plush lips would be heaven, you were sure. This was just a phase, you decided. It'll be over soon.

-

Except it wasn't over, because three weeks passed and you still found yourself obsessed with him, watching his every move and feelings tingles in your stomach everytime he spoke up or looked your way.

You even caught yourself fantasizing about him briefly, but you quickly cut off that thought. But you couldn't help that you were falling for him. You were paired up with Wooyoung so much nowadays during class projects that it was impossible.

You two actually tried to be nice to each other, although you still annoyed the living shit out of each other. You almost thought, he might be checking you out too. His gaze on your lips, as if he thought about kissing them. His hand brushing against yours, reaching for the same thing. It must be a coincidence.

"Earth to Y/N?" You heard his voice right next to you, pulling you out of your absentmindedness. "Yeah? Huh?"

He grinned. "Come to my place tomorrow after school, we can work on this then because we need to finish it soon." You agreed, although that could've been a very stupid decision. Well, you'd have to find out, right?

-

You entered Wooyoung's house through the backdoor, as he had ordered you to do. Even then you knocked on the wooden doorframe, checking if he was there. "Wooyoung?" You called out. He showed up, still wearing his uniform, but with a loosened tie and his hair a bit messy. It was cooler, somehow, sexier. "Hey, come in."

Half an hour later you were seated in Wooyoungs bedroom, a place you thought you'd never visit. You were working hard on the new project, almost finishing it up. You dropped your pencil by accident and you and Wooyoung reached down to pick it up, faces ending up so close to each other you thought you'd faint.

You could feel his hot breath on your lips, his beautiful chocolate eyes staring at you. The two of you came up again, gradually, together, not moving an inch back. Before you knew it, Wooyoung placed a peck on your lips. Your eyes widened at the shock. The shock of him giving you a kiss as well as enjoying it and wanting more.

"I'm sorry-" he started to apologize, but you cut him off, pressing your lips on his once more. It was still a peck, only a longer one. You looked at him after a few seconds, pulling away from his face.

"What are we doing?" You breathed out softly. "I'm not sure." Wooyoung thought for a second. You tried to focus back on the project, but you could feel Wooyoung's warm hand on your thigh, making you freeze.

"If we say 'No Homo' it isn't gay, right?" Wooyoung asked. You both knew that wasn't entirely true. But it seemed like the perfect excuse for what you were about to do. You nodded and spoke, "No homo, man."

Wooyoung pressed his lips against you, leaning towards you. His plush lips were so soft, like a heaven full of pillows. Your lips moved against his, feeling him suck on your bottom lip, causing you to let out a tiny breathy moan.

The two of you grew needier as you pushed your tongue in his mouth. His hands started to roam over your body, but you felt like he wasn't close enough. You tried pulling him closer, but the chairs were in the way. Stupid chairs.

He made you stand up with him, pulling you towards his bed. His lips never left yours as he got you two to lay on his bed. Your hands roamed over your bodies, groping every part of flesh you possibly could. You couldn't help but growing a painfully hard boner after feeling Wooyoung's hands on your ass.

He rolled you over so you laid on your back, Wooyoung sitting on top of you. The print of his own hard cock in his jeans made you weak. Why did you like this so much? No. It was just a guy helping out this other guy, right? No homo.

But it didn't feel so straight as Wooyoung started rutting his crotch against yours, making you whine. He gasped as he humped you, holding your hands. "O-oh fuck," he moaned out, gasping loudly.

"Take it off," you told him and for the first time, Wooyoung obeyed to something. He shoved down his pants and boxers in one go, revealing his hard veiny cock. As he sat up to strip, you followed him, pushing down your pants and underwear as you untied your tie.

You unbuttoned each others shirts, your hands quickly roaming over his chest and delicious abs. He had a gorgeous body. A gorgeous cock.

Wooyoung aligned his length with yours, starting to rut against you again. It was uncomfortable, the dryness, but it was exciting you. "Wait," you ordered, spitting in your hand. You wrapped your hand around the two of your cocks, covering them in spit. You collected the bits of pre-cum spilling on the tip of your cock, smearing it over your lengths as well.

Wooyoung threw his head back as you rubbed the tip of his cock, whining out your name. You pumped his dick quickly, smirking as you noticed you were the one who had control over him instead.

"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. "Sorry, couldn't hold it," he excused himself as he took your hand, wrapping it around your own length so it was covered in Wooyoungs cum.

Wooyoung then wrapped his hand around your length, pumping it at a rapid pace. He kissed your neck as you moaned out. Not being able to take it, he aligned his crotch with yours again, humping you for the third time.

"Yes, yes, god," he moaned out. "F-fuck Wooyoung, Wooyoung!" "Y-yes, fuck, so good, Y/N!" Wooyoung moaned out. Your nails dug in Wooyoungs bare, soft ass as you moaned his name, coming over your own chest in thick white ropes. Wooyoung came for a second time, mixing his cum with yours on your bodies.

You laid on each other, panting. You weren't sure what to do now but... it wasn't gay, right? You had said no homo.

No homo, right?

Read part 2 here: Maybe Homo

[yourfatherlucifer]

Imagine being ateez's ninth member, your position doesn't matter, but you're the cocksleeve of the group, of course no one outside of the group suspects it.

You do share a dorm with Yeosang and Yunho, so they get you to themselves the most. Your cock is practically tortured on a basis when you're alone with any of the members.

Mingi and San love to fuck you in a doggy position, they're ass men. Jongho and Yunho love to manhandle you, being rough as they could without pushing the limits. Wooyoung and Yeosang are cock teasers, who love to tease your cock as they pound into your hole, Seonghwa and Hongjoong are the softer lovers, despite what anyone thinks of Seonghwa, yes he does love using his tongue on you.

Imagine being fucked by one of them before an award show or a performance and they're still high on energy after giving you the fuck of your life just minutes before.