#ateez jung wooyoung x male reader

[wonyourdreams]

The Manager

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Ateez!OT8 x male reader

Warnings: Gang Bang, Slutshaming, Degrading, Penetration, Polyamory relationship

It’s been eight months since you became Ateez’s newest manager after the two other previous ones ran away because of how they were chased by Jongho and Yeosang telling them they’ll end up like the apples Jongho broke with his two bear hands

Technically you became the group’s longest manager to stay since the last two didn’t even make it a month

Which is understandable since being with them is like hell, and by hell, IT’S LITERAL HELL trying to tame eight spans of Satan in one go

Let’s just say they didn’t know their limits and dragged you to every trouble they could put you in

But strangely enough they started to be a bit more quiet lately, it started past month when you accidentally walked in Wooyoung masturbating he started to be more quiet, when Yeosang accidentally walked on you taking a bath, though he didn’t clearly see you just your figure through the glass, when you cleaned the house everyone just kept quiet and looked at you which was wierd

Now your walking towards the laundry room holding Wooyoung’s basket taking it to the rest of the baskets that were piled up in the room

“What the-“ you exclaimed as you saw that the baskets were flipped over and most of the clothes are piled down on the floor

“Ok who did this?!” you shouted but nobody showed up or answered your question

You put down Wooyoung’s basket on the side and started to pick a random basket and putting all the rest of the dirty clothes, not caring anymore who owns which

You aren’t suppose to do their laundry but the boys begged you to do it despite having a bad relationship with them

“Be their manager they say” you mumbled out “its gonna be fun they say” you added

As you were picking up clothes you felt something hard wrapped in one of the underwears, you unwrapped it and it was a purple dildo

Your eyes widened as you stared at it it wasn’t big neither was it small

Looking at it turned you on to be honest living with eight good looking boys turned you on everytime they changed in front of you or jokingly flirt with you despite the bad relations

You liked it when they tried to sexually touch you in certain parts of your body

You took off your shorts and looked around before finally taking off your underwear with it

You sucked on the dildo making sure it was slippery and wet, gagging yourself in the process

As you were already certain it was ready to put inside you, you arch your back a little as you reach the dildo to your back and slightly push it in you

You whimper and moan out Yunho’s name as you try to push it in while your other hand grips tightly on the pile of clothes in front of you acting as a support to not lose your balance

As it goes deeper you moan out each of the members name randomly

You continued moaning, when you feel like you couldn’t take anymore you stopped and adjusted

You let go of the dildo for a while as you feel your hand was tired from holding it, you adjusted for a while

When you felt like you were ready you tried to reach for it but felt a slap in your hand and someone pushed the dildo in your eyes widened as you let out a moan pleasure and pain at the same time

You felt a hand holding your right arm to keep your balance and another hand in your left

It was Yeosang and Jongho as you felt a whisper from behind “You dirty little Slut” Wooyoung said as he continued to fuck you with the dildo

You moaned loudly and shamelessly as you were being fucked with the dildo washing out the thought that someone might hear you

As you were being fucked you see Seonghwa, San, Hongjoong, Yunho, and Mingi in front of you smiling and staring at you

“Who would’ve thought our manager turned out to be a cock hungry little bitch, that fantasizes about eight men banging him” Hongjoong says as he kneels in front of your fucked out state who was still a moaning mess

He grabs you by your chin and looks into your eyes admiring your pure innocent looking face that’s now crying and drooling over a dildo that was inside your ass

“Don’t worry we’ve also been thinking of doing very dirty things to you” he says as he leans in and kisses you whose mouth was agape and tongue out

You kissed back hungrily, and you whined as soon as he pulled away

“I-I w-want k-kiss” you try to let out but they just smiled at you as they were all taking off their pants

Wooyoung continuously murders your hole with the dildo as you tightened your grip on Yeosang and Jongho on either your side

Yunho kneels in front of you and kisses you and roams his hands all around your body until he stopped in your still soft sensitive buds he plays with it as you moan on the kiss

As soon as Yunho parted, Mingi kneels in front of you presenting his monstrous dick, "Suck" he said as he slapped his manliness in your face multiple times

You couldn't do anything but obey, you took him in your mouth, you were struggling, given how big he was, "Fuck hyung, I've always wondered how you felt around my cock, your mouth is tighter than all the girls we fucked on tour" He whines while his head hangs all the way back and eyes are closed

"I think he's ready" Wooyoung said, "Who wants to go first?" he added

"May I?" Jongho asked while looking at Hongjoong, Hongjoong just nodded and quickly Jongho went to your back

Wooyoung removed the dildo, you whined at the loss, Jongho proceeded to rub the tip of his cock in your slightly gaping hole

"Hyung, fuck, ngh, so tight" he bends his head back

"That's right you slut" Hongjoong said as he grabbed your hands and wrapped it around his dick, while Yunho on the other side

Jongho continuously ravaged your ass while Mingi mouthfucked you, while Yunho ang Hongjoong on both saides of your hands the rest of the group just watched and masturbated

"I'm gonna cum!" Jongho says, "Me too" Mingi exclaims and just like that they both came on your holes you two came untouched while Yunho and Hongjoong also came on your hands

They removed themselves from you, you were going dumb, dizzy and lids half closed

You were tired, you whined when they removed themselves and left you on the floor

"I want a turn" Yeosang said, "Me first!" San said while trying to push Yeosang

They both started bickering, wanting to go first but Hoongjoong thought of something and smiled

"Why not at the same time?" he said, Yeosang and San looked at each other

San manhandled you and placed you on his lap and started rubbing his tip

He slowly pushed his cock inside "Fuck" he leans his head back and closes his eyes "Still so fucking tight, fuck" he groans

You moaned at his sudden intrusion "Enough" you faintly said

Seonghwa laughed, "Enough? just a while ago you were whoring yourself out over a dildo, next time you should be mindful cause your not the only one who lives here" he mockingly said

San started moving upward, your back and head leaning on his shoulders and chest, you also started rubbing yourself on his cock trying to meet his thrusts

"He's so hot" Wooyoung said

"He's ready" San said looking at Yeosang

Yeosang moved in front of you and started making out with you, spitting in your mouth every once in a while and kiss you

"N-No! Don't" you tried to complain but Yeosang was determined, his and San's growls getting louder at Yeosang's intrusion, you screamed at their cocks

San alone was already hard to take in because of his size not as thick as Jongho but definitely longer, Yeosang was shorter than San but definitely girthier, which made it difficult to take them both in

"Fuck hyung!" Yeosang cried, "So tight"

Yeosang was fully in you, two cocks were in you, both men were moaning at how their dicks were against each other being hugged by your tight hole

"Fuck I can't take it anymore" Seonghwa said and held your chin and pulled to face the side

He presented his cock in front of you "Open your mouth" he commanded, you did as you were told and he spit on your mouth

Seonghwa stared at your face for a few seconds, red cheeks, dried tears and sweaty face, traces of cum still evident in the side of your lips

"Filthy, I like it" he said and shoved his dick in your mouth "Fuck so tight and warm" he leaned his head back and closed his eyes

Wooyoung on the other hand proceeded to take your other hand and wrapped it on has manhood

They all started pushing together, you felt euphoric, you felt a mixture of pain, pleasure, and you felt tired but still wanted to keep going

You came as Hongjoong played with your cock as they all were thrusting in you, the rest of the members were biting you and making out with each other and Jongho and Mingi played with your nipples while still masturbating

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum" Yeosang said between kisses with Hongjoong

"Me too" San said as Mingi fucked his ass

Yunho was also fucking Seonghwa who was busy with your mouth and same goes with Jongho to Yeosang while he was busy with fucking you and making out with Hongjoong

Your fuck session went on for another hour you cumming five times

All of them as they reach their high tried to cum inside and on your face

After fucking you they cleaned you up and rested you in your room

"So what's the plan?" San asked

"We keep him" Hongjoong said

"What if he hates us for doing all those?" Yeosang said worried

"Then let's be nicer, No more pranks, No more demands, let's have him as our boyfriend" Seonghwa said

"All eight of us?" Jongho said

"Why not right?" Woo said

"Ok then let's be nicer" Yunho said

Ever since that day the boys were well behaved, all of them listened to you, they bought you gifts and started being touchy

Casually they would gang bang you but sometimes on tour you get used like a clock sleeve by who ever needs to release

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A/N: This was a draft from 3 years ago, I wrote this during the pandemic but I never actually continued it till now, but since I wanted to get this out there I finished it, also as a thank you for 200 followers!!! This is just a little gift for all of you readers! Hope you enjoy this

[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.

[a-soft-hornytiny]

It's raining.

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

Word count: 2.2k+

Genre: Smut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You smirked as you heard a well known little moan. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[asherthehimbo]

Guardians

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synopsis: when Yeosangs sickness worsens, the Hala-pack are forced to stay in unkown territory, all because their wolves had affections for the towns local doctor. They hope this doctor knows how to treat fish because Yeosang needs help, and his brothers are desperate.

word count: 8.3k (and 4 pictures)

warnings: Cursing, blood, knives(daggers), treating of wounds, treating of sickness, talks of death, screaming, possesive behavior kind of?, blood (obv cause wounds), suggestive thoughts (Mingi needs to FOCUS), mentions of torn snouts, old scars, uhm i think thast it?

notes: to those who don't know what a poet shirt is this is the specific shirt I'm referencing, Also PLEASE read the section named 'Guardians knowledge' for better understanding of refrences in the book itself before reading this chapter thank youuu (Guardians book of knowledge was DEFINITELY inspired by the books in the 'Grimm' series so anybody who watches that HIIIIII), also PLEASE remember to read the Creature lore to understand some things as this IS a fantasy book with my own lore for some creatures thank youuuu

Placing the clear, blue rimmed glass down on the placement cloth in front of you, you throw the drying cloth in your hands on your shoulder. Long white hair tied up lazily at the back of your head, white poet shirt hanging off your shoulders, its strings by your chest having been loosened the moment you bid farewell to your last patron for the night.  Your necklace consisting of a dull orange fire stone remains barely concealed beneath your white shirt, its chain placed comfortingly around your neck. The angle your shirt is sitting may expose more of your chest than you would usually feel comfortable with showing in public, but currently it's only you and the Choi’s at the tavern.

‘Moon Tavern’ - the tavern you own- is open 24/7 on weekends, but closes at 11 pm on weeknights, for you have to ensure those on your side of the land, those in your village are ready the next morning for their duties. Unfortunately for your regulars it's a Thursday night, meaning closing time. Meaning cleaning up duty for you and those on your shift. You turn your head and scan around you, looking down both sides of the bar counter to ensure no glasses or coasters are left laying around before your eyes trail to the middle of the tavern where the Choi’s sit waiting for you. 

Choi Beomgyu, a young man of 22 who you met when he was only 17, being banished to Obsidian, due to his seeing abilities, when the war came to an end, he became your second ever apprentice. Next to him sits Choi Yeonjun at the age of 24, a snake shifter who followed his friend all the way from their homeland and ended up right in your welcoming embrace. 

They both work as waiters at the tavern, sometimes even performing with the band, always insisting on helping you close when you man the bar on night shifts- but never doing the same for your co-owner, you know the reason but pay it no mind. 

Cracking your neck before stretching your hands above your head, your back curls in as your chest pushes out, causing the strings of your shirt to loosen even more. Beomgyu wolf-whistles from where he sits as Yeonjun starts chastising you for your actions. “I've told you so many times that that's not healthy Boss, if you’re having pain problems again you need to let Niki or Gyu look at you.” Yeonjun looks at you with a mock scolding gaze.

You scoff, finishing your stretch before looking at the boy- not man, boy because compared to someone of your age that is what he is, a boy, one of your boys. “And I've told you many times not to call me Boss, guess neither of us listen to the other'' you bite back before removing the cloth from your shoulder, placing it on the drying pole attached to the bottom of the bar counter on your end.

“Touche” Yeonjun replies as both he and Beomgyu stand up while you walk out from behind the bar, picking up your jacket and keys that was on the counter, the three of you start walking to the front door as you turn off all the lanterns you walk by, “well, I, for one, was delighted by the show given- so I humbly thank you” Beomgyu gives an over dramatic bow as he speaks, causing Yeonjun to roll his eyes and your lips to quirk up ever so slightly.

The three of you walk until you're outside the tavern, you make sure to lock it before you continue walking, there's a cold breeze tonight, almost calming as it nips at the parts of your exposed skin, the boys behind you shiver and snuggle more into their own jackets as they walk, one on each side of you, you on the other hand do not falter in your steps. Despite your love of warmth you've grown quite accustomed to the cold nights that seem to accompany the dark sky of Obsidian.

You reach the part in your path where you and the boys should split, while they live more to the center of the town, in a neighborhood along with the rest of your pack, your home is located on the outskirts next to the river that separates your land between its two regions. You turn to say goodbye but catch Beomgyu staring at you in a worried manner, his eyes glowing a faint- barely noticeable purple “The water will shine a luminous blue tonight as nature’s soldier will be hurt, and the singers rock will form” you tilt your head inquisitively but when he doesn't say anything else you leave it be. 

Seers cannot control the amount of information they are given and Beomgyu would've told you if there was something else. You nod your head in understanding before placing your hand on his shoulder, you look down at him and smile in a reassuring way, “I’ll be safe, don’t worry my little videns “ Beomgyu’s head tilts to rest on your hand at your words.

“I don’t know if I’m fine with letting you walk home alone now..” Yeonjun looks like he’s contemplating following you as he bites the inside of his cheek but you quickly shut him down, “Jun, I’ll be fine. I can take care of myself, you two need to get home, you have a shift tomorrow morning”. Yeonjun huffs “Yeah with Tea-moo, I don’t think either of us really mind being late for that one” he rolls his eyes as his arms are crossed over his chest, pouting like a child. “He’s still your leader Jun, you should respect him” you scold the boy, knowing your words won't have any impact now as they hadn't before, not on this topic. 

“You’re our leader Boss, he’s the guy who you let be the leader and we both know it.” Yeonjun’s distaste for Tea-moo was never a secret, it caused a lot of tension in your pack, but neither he nor Tea-moo made an effort to fix the strain. “Jun I’m not having this conversation again.” you reply sternly, “I’m going home, you two need to do the same. Niki is probably waiting for you and I don’t want him staying up too late we have lessons tomorrow”

Niki, your first apprentice, your little shadow dragon, your son. He lives with you most of the time but often spends nights over at the Choi’s, the three of them act like brothers and it comforts your heart to know they have each other. You’re currently busy teaching Niki everything you know as the boy wants to follow in your footsteps, become a healer and not a destroyer as shadow dragons are often depicted.

“Fine, but if anything feels wrong even in the slightest the you scream, alright” Yeonjun needs that reassurance at least. “I doubt something to that extent will happen Jun”, you don’t want to promise him you would, because a banshee’s scream is a deafening one, it’s not something to be used lightly and something you've only used a handful of times. “Promise me” he does not relent.

“If it gets to that extent, I will scream to alert you.” You nod to him and his tense shoulders seem to relax a little. As Beomgyu lifts his head from your hand on his shoulder both of them come closer to hug you as a goodbye. You hate lying, but you know you won't scream, to resort to such measures is simply not something you're capable of doing. You’ve only used your scream once in your life, and you dread something of the like happening again.

You watch as they walk the opposite direction, walking as one, two halves of a whole. A feeling of contentment stirs in you, despite whatever Beomgyu’s vision foretold you know they’ll be safe, and that's all you could ask for.

“No”, Mingi’s voice is firm, almost angry sounding as his jaw clenches in an effort to not yell at the others in the room. “I told you all, he’s mine-'' his words are interrupted with Yunho’s introjection of "ours” ‘-He’s ours, I’m not bringing you guys to him.” Mingi finishes.

He’s standing with his back leaning against the wall, everyone is gathered in the kitchen, most sitting, except for Yunho- who's standing right next to Mingi- and San who's standing behind Wooyoung. “Mingi, Yeosang is sick, he needs help and it’s something nobody here knows how to deal with. We can’t travel with him in this condition so we are stuck on this island- one that isn't our territory. You say this guy is a doctor, he might know how to help. San’s knowledge of herbs can only get us so far.” Hongjoongs voice is calm as he tries to reason with Mingi, but you can hear the sharp edge of authority it holds as he sits at the head of the table. 

“A human doctor, yes, how do we know he’ll be able to help Yeosang?” Yunho’s voice isn’t as strained with anger as Mingi’s, but you can hear his hesitance. ”He lives in a region known for harboring two of the most regal packs, I’m quite sure he’s probably aware of our species, may have even encountered many, he may know at least something that could help us, or point us in the direction of someone who could.” Seonghwa says as he sits beside Hongjoong, his voice flows calm, a sharp contrast to their leaders iciness’ Seonghwas reflects the warmth that’s permanently buried in his chest, but everyone can tell he’s  just as worried about Yeosang. 

Yunho’s stomach churns at the idea of you having met, let alone interacted with other supernatural creatures as Mingi lets out a low grumble in discontempt. “Listen, I know you guys have some weird possession kink or something over this guy, but Yeosang needs help. Do you really want him to die simply because you couldn't control your jealousy for a few hours?” Jongho asks, annoyed and his words cut deep.

Yunho turns to Mingi, while Yunho may be hesitant he doesn't want Yeosang to die. But Mingi has known you longer, there's a sort of seniority there, Yunho knows how much you mean to Mingi. Fuck you mean just as much to him, but he knows how Mingi’s mind works, he knows he’s not the one that gets to make this decision. Mingi in turn is stone faced, but Yunho can tell he’s conflicted. “Just for a check up? Nothing more?” Mingi asks, voice seeking confirmation in the same vulnerable way a child would from a parent, and the whole room takes a breath of relief. 

“Only a check up, we only want to know if he can figure out what’s going on with Yeosang” Hongjoong confirms. After a moment of silence, and another shared look with Yunho, Mingi speaks again “Fine, but you let me and Yunho go in first, explain to him the situation. He doesn't know about us, about this, I want to explain to him first, I need to. Need to have him hear it from me”

The others all nod in agreement as they move to get ready to take Yeosang to your place. Mingi can’t help the anxiety building within him, he doesn't know what he’d do if you hate him after this. Even worse if you’re scared of him after this. He doesnt think he could go on living if you were. He hates the idea, the thought of losing you, loathes it even.

Mingi walks into the room where Yeosang lays on the bed, his skin sickly pale, unnatural and different from the usual light tan the siren has. His lips are chapped and parts of his skin are molting, eye’s closed as he’s barely breathing. San is holding a cold water cloth to his forehead in an effort to try and cool down the sirens fever. Jongho sits at the other side of the bed, he’s taken Yeosang’s sickness the hardest besides Wooyoung and San, solidarity in species and all. Mingi looks at Wooyoung who's standing a bit away, Wooyoung's scared to get too close to his friend, scared his natural heat will only worsen Yeosong’s temperature. It must hurt, not being able to be there for  his best friend, and Mingi feels guilt at his apprehension on letting you treat Yeosang, after all that means he’s the one separating these two.

He stands next to Yunho, sharing a look before starting to walk again as he makes his way to the front door, Yunho following. The breeze of the night hit him as the sky began to dusk. The moon is shining brightly, almost as if illuminating the path to your house and Yunho can’t help but think it might be an omen, whether it’s a good or bad one is still undecided.

You walk to your backdoor as you hear knocking. You know it's Mingi and Yunho, they’re the only ones that would use that entrance, only ones that would knock too. What worries you is the fact that the knocking seems frantic and you could sense multiple other life forces as well, although they’re a little farther from the entrance of your house than the wolves. 

You open the door as you look at the two, it’s unusual that they’re here tonight, they don’t usually come over on weeknights, so the fact that they’re at your front door, looking quite nervous on a Thursday concerns you. “Oh? To what do I owe the visit?” You ask the two as you step aside to let them in, the other life forces don’t move and so you leave them alone. 

Mingi and Yunho both step inside, Yunho looking more nervous as Mingi is more conflicted. “We uhm- we have to talk” Mingi says, fiddling with the bandages on his fingers as he walks into your house a bit more, before leaning on the countertop in the corner. Yunho stays by the door but moves to the side a bit so that he’s not blocking it. “We need your help..” 

His words peak your interest, the two never share a lot about their current private affairs and you respect that. Understanding that not every creature wishes to be known, especially if they’re of the rarer types like you know these two are, so them standing before you now asking this question is quite strange. “Oh? What can I help with?” You walk into your home, decidedly leaving the door open. 

“Okay so uhm- I’m not sure if you know. Wait what do you know- wait no wait oka-” Mingi’s nervous rambling is cut off by Yunho who looks you dead in the eye, unlike Mingi whose eyes are drilling holes in the floor. “Do you believe in the supernatural?” Yunho’s voice is firm and not as soft as you’re used to. “The supernatural? yeah, why?” You say nonchalantly, thinking of all the ways the direction this conversation can go. Would they confess their true nature? Yunho scratches the back of his neck as he takes a deep breath before speaking “So uhm if we were to say, to tell you uhm we-” his words are interrupted by a loud scream from outside, all three of your heads turning the direction of the scream.

The scream was guttural sounding, desperate and dry as you stand closest to the doorway you can see body’s panicking as they rush out of the bushes, laying another body down on the ground, you can’t see much of what's happening because of the distance but you can that Yunho and Mingi are worried, body’s tense. “I'm guessing that’s why you asked? about the supernatural?” You speak and your voice is steady in an effort to give some comfort, you walk a bit more into your kitchen before reaching a door on the side and opening it. “Tell them to bring him in- only you and one other can come with him- I don’t need this many unknown people in my house.”  You say before walking down the stairs of the door you’ve opened. Turning the lights on down the way.

As your back is turned to them you can't see the bafflement on their faces as they freeze at your seeming nonchalant demeanor before rushing out to the rest of their packmates. You walk down into your apothecary room as you turn on the lights and clear your table, you don’t know what you’ll be dealing with, so for now all you do is roll up your sleeves and tie your hair. You hear the footsteps of three males come down the stairs. Mingi and Yunho reach your sight first before you see the two behind them, a shorter blond carrying a platinum blond man.

“[M/n] how-” Mingi’s words are cut off by your own “Put him down on the table” you instruct the blond and he does so with hesitance. “What's your name?” you ask again as you start inspecting the man laying down on your table, “San.” he responds as you remove the man on your table’s shirt, “Okay San, tell me about your friend here- he’s a Siren right?” you ask. “Yeah, wait [M/n] how do you-” Mingi responds instead but you completely ignore him. “Fresh or saltwater?” you ask already knowing the answer, eye’s directed at San. “Fresh water” San responds, “What are you doing- why are you taking off his shirt?” he asks, confusion sounding like anger. “Because I'm gonna need you to smear ointment on his chest- lest you want him to stop breathing” you say as you turn to try and reach for a jar of ointment in the cabinet behind you. Although San is quick to stop you as he grabs the wrist of the hand you had rested on the siren's chest to check his heartbeat.

“Listen I don’t know who you are, but you need to tell me what the fuck-AH!” San’s words are stopped by a sharp wince as he suddenly lets go of your wrist, clutching his arm as he looks at the back of his shoulder. Behind him in the doorway you see your best friend standing with her arm outstretched as she’s just thrown a knife into his shoulder blade.“You wolves couldn't act fast enough to stop your little friend here from grabbing [M/n]?” Lisa asks as she walks over. San tries to pull out the knife but you quickly stop him, “Don’t do that, that knife’s specifically designed to hurt anyone except for Lisa. Mingi go get another one of your friends to help San” you say and Mingi complies, despite the unease in his eyes and the questions you can feel lingering on his lips, he walks back out the room. “San you sit down on that chair over there” you point to a chair in the corner of the room “Lisa help him” she clicks her tongue before looking at you as if asking why “You’re the only one that can touch the knife, you know where the ointment is, Yunho help her I don’t think San would be to keen on letting her touch him” you order and Yunho nods, his mouth closed and it seems even he hasn’t processed whats been happening. 

Mingi comes down with another male behind him, this one with short dark hair, “Fire elemental yeah? What’s your name?” you ask him as you get out jars of paste from your cabinets. “Uhm uh yeah Wooyoung what’s going on with San” his eyes instinctively flicker to his friend and you can see the panic in his eyes, “hey don't focus on him, focus on me I need your help with your friend.” Wooyoung's head snaps between the two of his friends before he sees San nod at him and he walks up to the table as you hand him a jar. “Here, smear this into his chest” you say as you start inspecting the siren on your table. “When was the last time he swam- in fresh water specifically” You ask Wooyoung. “Uhm I'm not sure? A few months ago maybe? He and Jongho- a saltwater siren, swam in the Night sea before we came here but he hasn’t been in the water since and then he got sick so we don’t know what to do” Wooyoung's words flow out a mile a minute as he starts rubbing the clear ointment on Yeosangs chest. 

“Tell me what you’re doing to him” San speaks from the corner of the room between pained hisses. “Okay you see this?” you point to the open gills of the Siren before you, “Usually sirens' gills only form when they’re underwater, his gills being open, basically gasping for air means he cant breath. Freshwater Sirens are much more sensitive than saltwater ones, they need more water intake and too much salt water can also dry out their skin. I've seen it before one or two times in my lifetime, he’s dehydrated, see how he’s molting and his chapped lips?” Wooyoung's nod’s. “So you know how to help him then?” San asks as he’s being wrapped in a bandage by Yunho, Lisa now standing in the other corner of the room as she cleans her dagger. 

“Yeah, yeah I know how, Lisa, would you get me the towels please?” you respond as you wrap your hands around Yeosangs neck, covering his gills as Lisa walks up the stairs of the room into your home. Seeing your actions, San tries to storm up from his chair but is held back by Yunho as Mingi’s voice aggressively tells him to sit.”What are you doing?! You just said his gills are how he breathes?! Wooyoung stop him!” San shouts as he’s struggling against Yunho's hold, Wooyoung tries to reach for your hands but is yanked back by Mingi “I told you not to touch him” his voice is borderline possessive but you can't bring yourself to focus on that now. “The ointment Wooyoung rubbed on his chest helped open up his lungs, I'm closing his gills to ensure he'll breathe out of his mouth.” you say and before they can respond the siren lets out a gasp as his breathing becomes a bit more stable, now from his mouth and nose.

“Alright I have to take him out to the water, you can follow but don’t interrupt okay?” You look at the four men in front of you, three nod as San stays silent. You pick Yeosang up bridal-style and Mingi lets out a noise of protest but stays mostly silent. You walk up the stairs careful not to move the siren in your hold too much. As you walk out of your home and feel the cold breeze hit you for the second time that night, the siren in your hold wines at the temperature drop. You nod your head in acknowledgement at the three other males standing outside, looking worried to all hell, as you continue walking to the stream that flows outside your house only a few miles away.

You feel the seven men following you, some fussing over San as they walk, Mingi and Yunho leading them, Lisa follows with towels in hand. As you reach the edge of the stream you look back at the men, “Don’t interrupt yeah? You might not understand what's happening but interfering will only hurt him” you look back at the water. The men behind you all seem apprehensive but comply to your orders, San only because he’s still being held back by Yunho. The clearing is deathly silent as you start walking into the river, despite the cold of the water you don’t flinch. 

As you work and the others watch you, Hongjoongs turns to Mingi, “I thought you said he was human?” he whispers slightly, “I thought he was” Mingi responds, mouth almost agape in awe at your actions. “Then why does his right eye look like that of a banshee? Don't tell me you didn't realize” Hongjoong whispers again, this time Mingi is silent as he hears his leader's revelation. He’s always been curious about your white eye, the intricate markings almost like shattered glass, sometimes even wondering if you were blind in it, but he’d never had the gall to ask.

You let out a whistle as you stand in the water. It reaches your chest as you hold Yeosang, letting him practically float in the freshwater, his whole body, except for his face covered by the usual clear stream that's now blurred by the night's darkness. “Amphitrite, darling I need your help” you call out softly, in the same voice you’d speak to Mingi in when he fell asleep on your shoulder, the voice you'd speak to Yunho in when he came to you teary eyed and in need of comfort. A moment of confusion passes before the water starts swirling around you. The hair you’ve loosely tied has now fallen, cascading down your shoulders like a waterfall as the ends drift in the river. The water around you and the siren starts turning a bright blue, almost blinding. Once again San tries to lurch forward but is held back by Hongjoong, “He said not to interrupt” the leader states, despite his own confusion he is smart enough to know not to mess with the trails of a Banshee. 

From the side of the river, the side filled with forest trees so dark the others can’t see past the line that separates the land they currently stand on with the territory named Forest night, emerges a  large horse. Not a normal one. The horse seems sickly, almost dark and boney, barely a horse at all as its seaweed-like mane sways lightly in the wind, dripping wet despite the fact that the horse has just come out of the dry forest. The horse- the kelpie’s soulless eyes stare into the 7 men standing on the other side of the river. The way it’s flesh is ripped from the sides of its snout revealing it’s horrific teeth is a picture painted from nightmares of the sickests minds. Its bones crack with every step and the dark shadows around it lash out as whispers follow.

It steps into the water and the liquid seems to be drawn to it. The water crawls up its legs and takes its form, molding with the bloody bones and dark shadows so well, to the point that if you didn’t look too closely the horse would seem normal, beautiful even. No ripped flesh or greasy hair, no teeth are shown from its snout  because its skin has no tear. The kelpie is big and dark, looking like a noble steed fit for a true royal, yet it walks over to you so slow and soft that it's clear where its loyalties lie. The kelpie goes silent, no whisper or lashing of shadows as it bows to you. The animal who is known to bring death to many sends a horrid thought through San’s mind. They had just given Yeosang, to the nightmarish stallion, on a silver platter. Instead of the creature luring Yeosang to death, it was his own pack who handed him to the ominous shadows of death looming above the glowing river of life. 

You reach out a hand to pet its snout, “Amphritre darling, could you help this young siren for me?” you ask softly, stroking the kelpie, it seems to look down for a moment, makes a noise of dismay before you speak again, “Please?” you ask, removing your hand from its snout and gripping your necklace, the kelpie looks at the stone in your hand and relaxes as you reach back up to pet it once more. 

It retracts its snout from your hold before looking down at Yeosang, sniffing his hair slightly before bringing a hoof out of the water, time seems to slow down as the horse slaps its hoof down on Yeosangs chest before it dissolves into the water, as if it was never there. Its former dark hair and pale bones now blending in with the bubbling waters as Yeosang gasps again, his body lurching forward as his eyes fly open. He coughs up water as you gently rub his back, your other arm. still supporting him as he’s basically sitting on it.  “It’s okay, It’s okay” you whisper softly, unaware of how both Mingi and Yunho’s eyes are locked on you. 

The way your hair reflects the moonlight, glowing bright as it drifts on the water behind your back, the way your white shirt- now wet and clear sticks to your skin, the way your voice dips low as you whisper to Yeosang, despite it being barely audible to those standing on the ground, it sends shivers down their spine. Makes Mingi’s stomach churn with heat and Yunho’s chest rumble with jealousy. Everyone else is focusing on the now conscious Yeosang, but they’re focusing on you.

As Yeosang’s coughing fit stops he looks up at you, eyes lidded and foggy and then he gives you a lazy smile, “My pearl, I’ve found you, my pearl, my pearl”  Yeosang chant’s out softly like a mantra, his hand reaches for your cheek and just before he could place it on your skin, you tap his forehead, causing him to drop back down, now in a deep sleep as he practically snuggles into your hold. Your breath hitches at his words and your eyes lock with Hongjoong and Seonghwa, whose own had widened significantly, but you try not to react too much as you look down for a moment to ensure he’s sleeping before you start to step out as the water around you calms down, going back to its original dark state, only light being from the reflection of the moon.

“What- how-” Mingi’s splutters of confusion are ignored as the salt water siren rushes forward, frantically looking Yeosang up and down, trying to take him from your hold. The siren in your arms, despite his sleepy state, refuses as he makes a noise of protest. You nod your head at Lisa as she hands you a towel before handing another to the saltwater siren. “What’s your name, little one?” she asks him gently, her voice not even close to the malicious tone she had held earlier when speaking to San, “Jongho” the saltwater Siren states. “Alright Jongho, you’re gonna need to help me transfer your friend here from [M/n]’s arms. Can you sit down for me? Hold your hands open with the towel, be ready to take him” she instructs gently, Jongho does as told, you follow shortly after, sitting down on your knees, the action causing your wet pants to flex against your thighs, which immediately draw’s Yunho’s attention.

“What’s this one's name?” you ask Jongho softly, referring to the man in your arms, “Yeosang” the shifter that stands beside Mingi speaks. He seems regal in a sense, and you can sense a connection of sorts to him… he must be a creature that inhabits water, you hum in acknowledgment at his answer before looking down at the boy in your arms. “Alright Yeosang can you hear me?” You speak, gently using one of your hands that's not holding him against you to move the wet hair out of his face, the siren makes a noise of acknowledgement but doesn't open his eyes. “I'm going to need you to let go of me okay? We need to dry you off lest you get sick” you utter and your voice flows over the clearing, despite your gentle tone, the low rumble of your words seems to keep everyone around you quiet. The siren makes another noise of disagreement and you can sense the starting agitation of the wolves standing a bit to your right.

“Come on, if you do this for me I’ll be here when you wake up okay? Just go into the arms of your brother." Finally Yeosang complies at your words as he relaxes the arms that were wrapped around your neck, you hand him to Jongho who instantly wraps him in the blanket and gently tries to dry him as Wooyoung and San flock to his side. You stand up and start gently drying yourself, Lisa helping you with your long hair as you look at the others. “You need to get him home for now, the water may have helped him but the measures i've used will ensure he’ll be very cold, I’d suggest keeping Wooyoung close to him to warm him up, I’m not sure how long you guys will be here, so he can come swim in the river if he feels his hydration levels get too low, just let me know first.” You speak to the group, mostly the two reptilian shifters given they seem to hold the most authority among the group.

“Wait- what how did you-” Mingi walks closer as he starts questioning what just happened, despite his confusion and search for answers his eyes are stuck on your chest as your shirt sticks to it and the necklace he’s never seen you without dangles from your neck. “Isn't it obvious? Thought those two would have figured it out already” you nod to the two shifters again before pointing to your eye, the one that's white and void, filled with little gray lines. “The eye’s of a Banshee.” The shorter one states, “Although I haven't heard of one being alive in a while, the last known one was when the war ended.”  the white haired one follows.

“I like keeping quiet, nothing good comes of my kind being known. You must understand that” you say, voice monotone as the two nod. “I’m Kim Hongjoong, this is my right hand Park Seonghwa. It is a pleasure to finally meet you, we have heard quite a lot” Hongjoong says as he nods his head at you. “Thank you for saving Yeosang, truly we didn’t know what to do.” Seonghwa does the same as Hongjoong as he nods his head. 

“Hm, It’s no problem, although I must say not everyday the King of Aurora comes to my home.” You say as you look at Hongjoong, his face is stoic but you see the slight widening of his eyes that shows his shock. “What? You think just because we’re an isolated island that we don’t keep up with what happens in other regions?” you ask half sarcastically, Wooyoung who’s listening into the conversation makes a small shrug of “yeah”. You chuckle slightly and the sound is like music to Mingi and Yunho’s ears in this tense atmosphere. “I think you guys should go home yeah? He needs rest” you nod over to the sleeping Yeosang.

 Seonghwa steps forward for a moment, “He’ll ask about you, you know that right? Not everyday a  fresh water siren finds their pearl” you nod your head in understanding as you cross your arms, the others make faces of confusion but don't interrupt “Yes I understand that, but right now rest is more important to him.” You say and Hongjoong nods, “We do still need to talk” he motions for the others to start gathering around as his eyes are focused on you.

 “Hm, I guess I understand, a King worried about a man of his pack” you hum, not noticing the slight flinch as you refer to him as ‘King’, “There's a tavern a little bit into town, called Moonlight, I’ll meet you there tomorrow to talk, you can come anytime. Although not everyone can come, I'm not sure my pack would appreciate being ambushed by yours” Hongjoong nods at your words as he turns around to signal the rest to leave, but Mingi instantly lurches forward.

“Hey woah no I’m not leaving, since when were you a Banshee? Wait, no that's stupid, why didn’t you tell me? Why didn't you tell us?” There are tears lingering in his eyes as he asks you pleadingly, his pupils wide and glossy. He searches your face for an answer as his hands grip your arms desperately. “Why didn't you tell me you were wolves? Shifters from the Walkam bloodline no less” you don’t mean to seem as cold as you do, but your words send a chill down the wolves spine, one colder than the night sky you’re currently standing under.

“We were scared..” Yunho whispers as he moves closer to both you and Mingi. The others look at the scene unfolding before them and they feel as if they’ve invaded something they shouldn’t have, but they can’t look away. The way the moon is shining on you three is simply mesmerizing, as if she’s capturing the moment in her memory. “And so was I. You must know being a Banshee is not safe, for me nor for you. Some things are better kept unsaid.” You place a hand on each of their cheeks as their faces nuzzle into your skin, warm flushed against your cold hands. “But we weren’t- that's not what we were scared of I- '' Mingi's words are cut off by Lisa, who's standing with the others.

“Loverboy, I don’t think this is the place for your confession okay? Besides [Name] is tired, that ritual takes a lot out of him” she says as she shifts her weight to one hip, she seems a little annoyed to the others but you can see the bit of sympathy in her eyes. The scene seems almost familiar to her but she pushes the feeling away. Mingi turns his head to her and opens his mouth to protest but he’s stopped by you talking instead. “She’s right Mingi, you need to go home, Yeosang needs to rest, I need to rest.” You tell him softly. “But we have to talk” Yunho’s disheartened voice reaches your ears. “Tomorrow is Friday, right? We always meet on friday nights, why would tomorrow be any different? We can talk then, I'll give you all the answers I can then.” your thumb strokes his cheek gently before you retract your hands. Both wolves whine at the loss of your touch but they don't talk back at your words. They listen intently like worshipers would their deity.

“Promise?” they ask in unison, Mingi’s eyes glisten with unshed tears as Yunho’s does with hope. “When have I ever backed out of our Friday night meetings? Why would I skip the chance to see you now meae carissimae lupi” the familiar name rolls off your tongue in a language that makes Hongjoongs eyes widen slightly, but he doesn’t comment on it, not in such a fragile atmosphere. Both Mingi and Yunho’s eyes flash with confusion yet fondness, you’ve never told them what the name meant, but they both hold the familiarity of the way your voice vibrates when you refer to them with it dear. “Now I believe you need to help get your brother home hm?” You nod your head to Yeosang who's still in Jongho’s arms. Yunho is the first to start retreating, but Mingi is hesitant to do the same, instead he sends one final glance to his pack. His eyes lock with Yunho, and then his gaze lingers on Yeosang for just a moment longer than a normal look should, before he hugs you, tightly. Not caring for the wetness of your clothes, or the coldness of your skin, he hugs you like his life depends on it, and were you any weaker it would have hurt.

 He rests his nose in your neck, inhaling your scent as if he’s engraving it in his memory. Your hand automatically rests itself on his head, gently scratching his scalp to try and soothe him from what you believe to be the feelings of his sick brother now crashing down on him. Unbeknownst to you, the action solidifies something, adds oxygen to his lungs, to the fire in his very being that's alight for you. 

“Mingi..” Hongjoong calls in warning as he sees Lisa’s gaze. Hongjoong doesn’t want to intrude longer than he already has, the suspicions he and Seonghwa currently hold make him weary of your company, despite the kind gesture you had just done for them. Mingi growls, it’s low, not like any sound they’ve ever heard from him, seems to reverberate from his chest like a demon roaring in a cave, and not that of a normal wolf. Although he lets go, and so no one pays it any mind, all of them having too much to process tonight already, Mingi’s more primal than usual rumble being the last of their worries. 

Mingi looks at your face as he lets go of you, leans in and kisses your nose as he cups your cheeks before he turns away and starts walking, not looking at any of his pack members. You stand in shock as you watch his retreating figure, feeling the tingle of his lips on your skin linger. Yunho spares you a glance of longing before going after Mingi, and the otters hang around unsure whether they should stay or go.

 “[Name] will meet you at the tavern tomorrow, King. You all should go before I stick another knife in one of you”  Lisa says as she assesses the situation at hand, her eyes travel to San as he grits his teeth, shoulders tensing as he seemingly readies himself to jump at her, but he’s stopped by Wooyoung holding his arm. “Yeah we’ll go Ma’am, no need to dagger any of us” he tugs San to follow, the blond making a confused noise at Wooyoung's sudden honorifics for the female. Jongho whose feet have already begun moving the moment Lisa’s first sentence left her mouth.

Now the only people left in the clearing, it’s you, Lisa, Seonghwa and Hongjoong. “You speak the ancient language?” Seonghwa asks, “I was taught at a young age, just as you probably were, lost dragon of Twilight” Seonghwa’s breath hitches at your response, eyes widening as he immediately opens his mouth to respond, yet Hongjoong interrupts him, “Seonghwa, we will go.” Hongjoong who’s been analyzing both you and Lisa makes his decision final as he starts walking, Seonghwa quickly following his leader but still spluttering in confusion. His regal mask seemingly breaking the moment you showed an inkling of knowledge.

Once the two have passed the treeline and are out of your sight, you let out a breath of relief and Lisa immediately moves to your side to support you as your legs give in for a moment. She gives you a second to stabilize yourself before you both move back into your home, you immediately sit on a stool by your kitchen counter as she locks the door. Your head rests in your hands as you hear Lisa rustle around in your kitchen. “Drink”, she says, before placing a glass of water in front of you as she sits down herself.

 You take the glass and chug it as she starts speaking, “Tea-moo won’t like this you know” she plays with her dagger as she speaks, the tip of the blade chipping a hole into the paint of the counter top as she spins it under her finger. “Tea-moo has a wife to worry about, and stop it with the blade you’re going to ruin another counter top” you swat her hand playfully to stop her, she huffs and drops the dagger. “She won’t like this either” Lisa gives you a knowing look as she stands back up, now looking through your cupboards. “Just for different reasons” you sigh as she turns around, a jar of salve in her hands.

She walks over to you as you turn in your chair to face her, with her help you remove your shirt as she opens the jar, your muscle’s ache with the strain you’ve put on them tonight, clearly not having used your magic for a long time has an effect on you. Looking down you see the lightning-like scars that litter your torso and crawl all the way to your back. You're just lucky the transparency of your white shirt didn’t expose the usually light pink marks that litter your skin tonight, but now they’re glowing a faint blue. It’s not painful by any means, but still the reminder that it can be excruciating when not treated haunts you. You shake your head to distract yourself as Lisa starts lightly applying the balm along the lines of your healed wounds. It’s become a calming ritual for her, applying the salve on the long forgotten wounds that only re appear when you use your magic. It’s as if the light inside you tries to escape, and Lisa tries her hardest to keep it inside. Lest she fail again. Applying the salve to watch the marks almost completely disappear is the only thing that can help her rest easy after you've used magic such as what you used tonight.

“Vampires are territorial creatures, they are most like wolves in that way” she muses as she continues your previous conversation, “Don’t let them hear you say that” you try and lighten the mood, and under any other circumstance it would have worked. “Tea- moo hearing me compare him to a wolf is not my concern. My concern; is him finding out his previous imprinted- and his wife's savior has been claimed by a Siren- a prince of Dune no less” Lisa’s gaze flickers to the orange stone hung around your neck before she  looks at you, you sigh and rub your eyes, already feeling the headache forming, “and why is that your concern?” you voice the question yet already know the answer. 

“That nation abandoned you, who's to say their prince wont do the same?” she slams the lid back on the jar of salve before she moves to put it away while you put on your shirt again. “What happened then had nothing to do with him Lisa, you know that. He does not know who I am and does not know I know who he is. Besides, I do not plan on reciprocating his bond. I've had enough dealing with Dune’s sirens to last me all my lifetimes.” you bring your necklace out from under your shirt as Lisa walks back to you, she takes the stone in her hand gently as it glows in response to her touch, you let her. 

She lets it drop back to your chest with a gentle jingle of the chain, “And the wolves? You’ve been awfully close to them this last year, and while the others may have been fine with it- having seen them tonight? Having heard the rumble in the angry one’s-""Mingi’s” you interrupt her,”Mingi’s chest” she nods her head, “that's something way more than just adoration for you…” she says, and this time you can’t reassure her in your hesitance to pursue anything like you could with the siren.

She nods her head in understanding, “Just be careful hm?” she pats your chest, “dealing with one supernatural bond is hard enough, having the prospect of three? It might not bode well with the others” You nod your head at her words because you know it’s true, but you can’t bring yourself to deny anything.

Because the last few months, this last year spent with Mingi and Yunho have brought back to you what you thought had been extinguished forever, but you’re scared of accepting the reality of what that means. Accepting reality means accepting them, and you fear you'll drown their fire if you do, just like you did before.

“Do you think it’s stupid of me to live in this delusion?” you ask quietly, fiddling with your necklace as it once again glows in response to you, your emotions. Lisa sighs, “I don’t think it’s stupid- I don’t think it's a delusion either, My little prince” she holds your face in her hands, using the tittle you've long since forgone. Lisa has always been with you, ever since you were a teen knowing nothing about life she had been one of the older flames who helped guide you. “If those wolves are what you desire, then you know i'll help you acquire them- I think they would come willingly” she jokes, and you huff out a laugh. “My desire means nothing in the face of their safety. I just, I like to think that If I was different, if I wasn't-” you stop your sentence, “I like to think that sometimes I could love someone the way you love her” you say. Lisa’s eyes fill with pain and she kisses your forehead, “You will, you'll find someone who loves you like that” ‘You already have’ she thinks but doesn't verbalize.

“Why are you always the one able to make me vulnerable?” you ask rhetorically, biting your cheek in an effort not to cry. Lisa’s warmth sometimes reminds you more of your mother than a sister. “I've been your guard since before you knew what love meant [M/N], if you didn't feel safe enough to be vulnerable with me I wouldn't be doing my job right” she bites back and pats your cheek before her hands leave your face. “You know you don't have to protect me right? I can do it myself” you muse, and she responds without a beat, “I don’t have too, I want to. Just because you're able to protect yourself doesn't mean you should. You protect the others, you protect your kids, so I protect you.”

You smile at her, and she’s reminded of another time, a younger you running between an army of soldiers, laughing as the big burly men in all black gaze with fondness at your little figure. The contrast of your soft white hair and clothing to their intimidating nature always drew a laugh from onlookers. Lisa remembers sitting next to her love as you played with the soldiers, she remembers a time your smile was innocent and not burdened with the pain and knowledge you now hold.

She hopes these wolves could bring back that smile.

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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.

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𝑰 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝑩𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔

BadBoy!Wooyoung X masc!prep!reader

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

WC: 2.2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

It felt like how teen summer should be. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you sure-Hey!” 

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

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

And then there was you. A boy. 

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

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

Until you and Wooyoung were tangled up. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He let you wear his jacket when you were cold. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Unless you stopped seeing the man who made you happiest. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was only one ending to this story. 

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

“I do too.” 

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

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

“In another life, sweetheart.” 

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

“In another life, Wooyoung.” 

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

And live the life you’re meant to live. 

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

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

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

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

You’d never see him again.

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[joonggphilia]

☼Who’s in Charge☼ (J W.Y)

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

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

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

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[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.

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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.

[sorikkung]

good boy gone bad | 28

amidst the chaos, new challengers approach!

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a/n: i think the biggest lie ive ever told myself is that i'd get back to frequent updates Soon. sorry yall my object permanence popped off and i forgot this fic existed bc i was so Done w the last chapter. LMFAO. i missed writing this one, hopefully this chapter is beefy enough to make up for the wait - in more ways than one 🤭

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[joong-tori]

tw: cheating

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“oh thank god, i found you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“oh my god, i’m so sorry mr. kim-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

god, you looked stunning.

but you weren’t his to look at.

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

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

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

at least that’s what he tells himself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

but he has a party to host.

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

it made him sick to his stomach.

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

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸??

what the fuck

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[wonyourdreams]

may I ask for a florist!wooyoung x m!reader, the plot is up to you as long as there's flirting and fluff :)

9:15

Wooyoung x Male reader

Genre: Fluff, slice of life, crack(?)

Warnings: Toothache

Wooyoung hums as he arranges the flowers outside the shop "Woo I have to run some errands please watch the shop for me" you say as you try to check if you have everything you need in your bag

"You got nothing to worry about boss" Woo replies with a wide smile

"Do you want anything? Food? Coffee? My treat just tell me" You asked while looking at him wiping his hands with his small towel

"How 'bout a kiss before you go" He said with no emotion shown on his face, you blink a few times trying to figure out if he's being serious or just another of his awkward jokes

"I'm serious" you said raising a brow

"So am I" he replies still with a poker face

"I'm just gonna go" you said awkwardly pointing at your car

"If that offer of coffee is still up, yes i want one, i'd appreciate it" he shouts as you walk down to your car smiling at his response

Wooyoung was a florist at your shop, you found him at a dumpster all beaten up and filled with bruises, he was a former gang member

You were about to leave him but he woke up and asked for your help, you didn't want to but you knew your conscience wouldn't let you sleep if you just left a person asking for help

You remember him begging you to give him a job and help him start fresh, which at first you were hesitant but you did anyway

You laughed remembering how he promised to stop smoking if you did help him.

As you were out running errands, Wooyoung back at the shop was doing tasks, cleaning the shop, arranging flowers, and receiving the deliveries

"Hyung your so cute" he talks to the daisies in front of him

He loved taking care of the flowers but he took extra care of the daisies, as he knew they were your favorite

After two hours of errands you finally arrived

"Let me help you with those hyung" Woo said as he helped take out some paper bags out of your car

"Thanks Woo" you said "Here's your coffee" you gave him the cup you ordered

"Awe hyung you do care about me" he joked

"Shut up" you said, as you followed him inside

"But seriously hyung" You look at him waiting for him to say something "Thank you" he said as he holds both your hands

Your heart starts beating faster, shoot here we go again, you thought

"I took all the courage I could to tell you" He let go of your hands and went behind the counter to bring out a bouquet of daisies "I really like you hyung" he hands you the flowers

"Oh Woo—", he interrupted you, "No, I know, I'm not asking you out, for the past year I've been living in your house and working for you, I just really want you to know, I like you, you helped me change for the better and made me want to be more than just a gangster" He said

He pulls out a paper out of his apron and handed it to you, "Hyung I got into a University, I'm going to college" He smiled

"You don't need to worry about money I got a scholarship, as for the flower shop, I'm here still just there's a few hours a day I have to be in school" he said "As for the money for supplies and food, I got it covered, I've been saving up from the past year working here"

You cried, not out of sadness, not out of pity, but of joy, you have seen Wooyoung grow from a gang member who often bickered with customers to a ray of sunshine who likes to joke around with customers

"Hyung are you okay?" He said concerned as he saw you covering your mouth and started to cry

You jumped at him to hug him "I'm proud of you, always" you said burying your face to his shoulder

Wooyoung smiled, "I'm 24, but like you said, I don't need to be anxious of my age cause either way I'm just living my life, I want to be better hyung, as soon as I graduate I'll open up more businesses like yours and help you here in the shop, and then I'll ask you out" he said chuckling

You laughed at his antics "Then I guess I'll wait for you" you smiled at him fondly and caressed his cheeks

He smiles back at you, "Then I'll make sure I'm worth the wait"

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A/n: Another long overdue, I tried to go to an angsty direction but I just finished my exams (fck nursing school) So tell me if this was boring

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[star-suh]

Crazy Form

Choi San & Jung Wooyoung x Male Reader

cw: sub top reader, power bottoms san and wooyoung, established relationship, bareback, face sitting, face riding, rimjob, blowjob, taking turns while riding, edging, cum eating, degradation, praising, some possessiveness, pet names.

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MAMA awards 2023, yn a soloist just did his performance, everyone was cheering and murmuring how hot he was on the stage even the idols were clapping and screaming seeing his face on the big screens. but two of them were cheering way louder than the rest, san and wooyoung. the trio maintained a secret relationship, they met years back in a variety show and their relationship quickly escalated into a lovers one.

seeing their boyfriend all sweaty and showing some cleavage make them horny as fuck but they have to hide it because they were the next ones in performing.

yn saw ateez’ performance in backstage in the screen, he was stunned watching san shirtless, how the beads of sweat rolled down his chest and abs and how wooyoung looked as pretty as always, “fuck i'm horny” yn whispered looking at the scream dumbfounded then he touched his bulge.

the award show is over and all idols can go home now. “where's san?” hongjoong asked looking around “and wooyoung” he added. “they say they were going to take some drinks with yn” seonghwa tapped the leader's back “don't worry about them” he said jumping inside the van followed by hongjoong.

meanwhile in the nearest hotel yn was being used by his two boyfriends, one was sucking his dick while the other was sitting on his face and riding it “you were so hot in that stage ynnie” wooyoung said while gagging on his dick, “yeah we became a bit jealous because everyone was seeing you with that exposed cleavage” san added “you didn't have to act like a whore to get everyone's attention you know?”.

“yes, maybe we should mark that cleavage so everyone know you're taken” wooyoung caressed his collarbones while accommodating his entrance on top of yn's tip and sitting on it, “you fill me up so well” wooyoung caresses his lower tummy. san stood up and yn took the opportunity to breathe, his face was red and the surroundings of his mouth were covered with a lot of saliva.  san turns around inserting his dick on his mouth, “fuck as tight as always”. san basically face fucked yn and wooyoung sat hard on that dick loving the wet sounds produced by his wet hole.

“you're being such a good toy for us” wooyoung stop riding and instead move his hips massaging the dick with his insides, this caused yn to moan with san's dick on his mouth, the vibrations makig him cum right at the spot, his seed going down yn's throat “fuckkk, what a good boy” san pats the other's head. when wooyoung felt yn twitching inside him he stopped his movements. yn whimpers “why did you stop?”; “sorry baby but slutty boys deserve some punishment” woo blurted out.

“please it was just my cleavage, i didn't show my body like sannie did”; “and you better don't, this body is only for us to see” san interrupted.

both guys were kissing, sucking and licking yn's dick, they put it in between their mouths and started to do wonders with it. “i feel like i'm gonna melt” yn whimpers and moans, his boyfriends really know how to rile him up. when one mouth goes up the other mouth goes down, slurping and coating in saliva the top's shaft.

wooyoung spat on yn's tip and guided it towards san's hole, he sat slowly, swallowing every inch with his warm hole. “so tight … hngh ..” yn whimpered. san moved his hips slowly, he knows how to drive yn crazy and use it to his advantage, “fuck you open me up so well baby” he commented.

some time later yn was already a whimpering mess, san has been edging him since he started riding, everytime he feels yn's dick twitching inside him he pulls out yn's dick and leave it there for some seconds until he resumes the riding again.

yn's pleas filled the air, “please i want to cum”; “baby let me cum”: “i won't show my body again, sannie…”  but the duo just ignored it. getting tired of this wooyoung sat on his face, muffling the sounds coming out of his mouth with his ass “you look so cute with an ass in your mouth” woo winked at him. everytime san goes up, wooyoung pulls out the dick and licks it, introducing it again to the other's ass, repeating the process more times.

san and woo took times to ride and edge yn, the latter was being fucked dumb at this point, his pleas turned into random sounds mixed with whimpers and moans. “oh~ fuck… s-shitt~”; “i can-can't any…. hngh… anymore”; “pleaseee~” he blurted out. “just wait some minutes babe” wooyoung said riding a bit more until he came, his warm seed landing on yn's torso while he let out a loud grunt, the veins in his arms being more visible because of the force he was doing to not clench that hard while cumming. “clean it please” he stands up and put his tip on yn's mouth who licks it clean.

san now was using that meat to milk himself dry, he was more harsh than wooyoung. while looking for positions to fuck himself on the top's dick, yn's tip touched his sweet spot making him moan loudly so he kept fucking himself in that position until he came hands free, his cumshots reaching yn and woo's faces while they were kissing.

finally the duo of power bottoms started to stroke yn's shaft. with just a couple of sloppy strokes he came, feeling relieve of being able to do it after all this time while his warm milk painted the bottoms’ faces. “you did so well ynnie” wooyoung caressed his cheek, “i'm proud of you” san added. they then give each other kisses, that were coated with cum, like the happy relationship they are.

[yourfatherlucifer]

WHO IS EXCITED FOR SUB WOOYOUNG WOOOOOO

[asherthehimbo]

Guardians

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[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.

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