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saturniolos · 8 months

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besties (matt sturniolo x reader) ౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆

notes: this took me days. i am going BLIND plz show sum love &&&&& hey——— come talk to me ! (btw this type of editing/social media aus have been around for ages- credit goes to the person who came up with it first!!)

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February Filth Fest - Day 7

Pairing: Wooyoung x fem!reader Kink: Aphrodisiacs/Overstim WC: 3.6k Summary: Thick as thieves you’ve seen Wooyoung on good days and bad days. Both of you have done some admittedly dumb things but you’re young and hot and a little reckless. So why is Wooyoung sitting on the sofa pouring sweat in the middle of February when you come home? TW/CW: Bratty!wooyoung, sub!wooyoung, dom!reader, undernegotiated kink, painslut!wooyoung, aphrodisiacs, dubcon, lots of humping (reader receiving), oral (reader receiving), degradation (m receiving), inhuman amounts of climaxes, coercion (heavy amounts underline bold), no pronouns used for reader but fem presenting body parts (vagina, breasts), Wooyoung is called names (toy, slut, dumb, bastard), unprotected penetration, multiple creampies

Additional discussion below the cut of TW/CW

Wooyoung is VERY much under the influence but also pressures the reader past their set boundaries. The reader does “consent” after a bit and has wanted to in the past but neither thing should truly count as consent. Neither party should be doing this and for that I’m labeling as dubcon. Do with that what you will. I wanted to stress again, this is fiction and you should talk to your partner outside of the bedroom before doing ANYTHING like this in the bedroom.

Wooyoung is sweating which is weird because every window in the small apartment you share is wide open with the fan on high. And it’s the middle of February. “Dude, you good?” Your smile is disconcerting despite your best efforts to look casual. Wooyoungs head snaps to look at you, eyes fluttering as he presses a pillow against his crotch. “It was a joke, a funny haha joke.” His eyes well with tears. “You know those miracle fruit tablets? You know when we all took them for fun and then did a blindfolded taste test and Hongjoong ate a radish but he liked it so he asked for more and we all made fun of him and called him radish boy for a week even though we all ate weird things that day and really it was good that he ate a vegetable for once in his life without making a face so I joked I was going to force feed him miracle berries every day?” Your eyes glaze as he rattles on, noting his uncomfortable wiggling and pressing of the pillow, mouth dropping open into a pained whine as he performs his one man show. “Yeah Wooyoung I remember, the tablets.” “Well I got more but I also got these sex gummies.” “Viagra.” “No. Maybe? I don’t know they just said ‘aphrodisiac’ and i thought ‘oh cool like oysters and chocolate covered strawberries I fucking doubt they’ll do anything’ but…” he trails off, eyelids fluttering. “God damn you look so fucking good today.” “Wooyoung is that my pillow?” You cautiously inch towards him. His knuckles are white gripping the blue cotton of your pillowcover. As you get closer you realize he smells like sweat and cum, the room being spared by the copious amount of ventilation. “No but really you look…” his speech is slow and dumb. A hand releases the pillow and grabs the zipper of your jacket fumbling with your outerwear. You swat at his hand, “it’s fucking freezing Wooyoung.” He whimpers like a hit puppy. “If I can close the windows you can take this off of me.” With a snap the living room is sealed shut again, Wooyoungs hands yanking your winter weather gear from you all the way down to your tshirt and jeans. “Do you always smell this good? You smell so fucking good.” Hands wandering everywhere his nose pressed to your chest rubbing his face into you. Wooyoung feels the room spinning, the closed windows allowing your scent to flood the space. He can barely hold onto a sliver of himself that isn’t a hormone filled sex crazed psycho. You stumble as his fingers grab and dig into the flesh of your ass. There's an obvious tent and a damp spot on the front of his sweats, no doubt soaked through by his predicament. “I think I’m going to die. I think my dick is gonna just pop. I don’t want a neo penis I like the one I have! Would you love me if I had a neo cock? People are into those these days, right?” Wooyoung sniffles and burbles frantically. There’s no way to escape his needy grasp so you opt to stroke his back. Endorphins flood his system, knuckles whitening. He shudders and moans, squeezing his eyes tight. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” he chants, guilt settling heavy in his stomach. “It felt so good I’m sorry.” “Woo-” your voice low and soft and soothing, “did you just cum?” He nods, eyes cast down in shame. “I’m so sorry I can’t-I can’t-” his chest feels tight, eyes brimming with tears. “No Woo, it’s okay,” you continue to pet his back and speak softly. “Hey we can get through this together okay? Okay. How long has this all been happening?” He tries to think, nose wrinkling cutely in concentration. How long has it been? Honestly it felt like forever but in the scheme of things probably had only been an hour. Available snacks in the apartment had dwindled towards the end of the week and the bag of funny little penis shaped gummies were supposed to be his mid afternoon sugar hit to jolt him into productivity. It wasn’t until an hour or so after that he started to feel…strange. Antsy almost like a pot of coffee had been injected into his veins. “Maybe an hour? I think I ate it two hours ago so…an hour? I don’t know, I've cum three times already and I can't stop. It feels so good like you wouldn’t believe how good. Each time I feel like I’m going to die and piss and shit myself and you’d come home and see me dead covered in cum and piss and shit with my cock in my hand-” “WOOYOUNG,” you grab his face. “I don’t need to hear it, okay?” He mumbles an apology. As he’d warned he was already hard again, hips moving of their own accord rutting against your thigh again. “Let’s get you out of those pants okay?” You help him gingerly remove the pants, soaked with sweat and cum. The sight below makes you regret removing them, his boxers are far worse, the raw stench of sex filling the air. Wooyoung is already grappling back to you, almost physically unable to bear being apart. “JUNG WOOYOUNG,” you snap, “change your FUCKING boxers right now.” You wrench your arm from his grasp, summoning all the sternness in your soul to send him to his room. He scuttles sheepishly away, slamming drawers dramatically. In the meantime you go to investigate the kitchen, looking for the bag. Luckily you don’t have to look hard, the crumpled plastic conveniently placed just beside the trash can, as was his habit. Willy World’s Addictive Aphrodisiacs, emblazoned on the bag in pink bubble letters. A bearded lanky cartoon cowboy riding an erect penis sits in the lower left hand corner. No wonder he didn’t think these were serious. In bold subtitled below the heading “eat no more than four or you might need to get yourself a whore.” You grimace. Wooyoung’s slight but muscular body presses you into the counter, arms snaking up your front, cradling you close to him. “Couldn’t find you, thought you’d run,” he sniffs. “Don’t run okay? Please, I’m scared. You can’t leave me.” “Woo- how many were in the bag?” You try your best to hide the streak of panic in your voice. “I don’t know, many. I ate them all I didn’t count.” He’s rubbing his cheeks and nose all over your neck and shoulders again, not so subtle erection pressing into you again. “More than four?” You try to politely ignore the prodding of his cock as he squeezes your body in his hands. Grabbing fistfuls of your flesh as he groans. “Oh yeah. More than four.” He sighs, dragging his cock over the cleft of your ass. His spindly fingers already helping themselves to the top button of your jeans. “Fuck. Wooyoung.” He sighs dreamily, “yeah?” Sliding your fly down, tooth by tooth. You swat his hand again. “Wooyoung. You had more than four, it says no more than four.” He whimpers, loosening his grip just barely. “I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t think they were serious,” he whines, slowly reestablishing his hold on you. “You get it now don’t you? I’m so fucked. Please help me. Help me.” His hands return to your fly. “I promise, just let me grind on you a bit and I’ll be good. I’ll let you do what you need to do I just need-” You sigh and roll your eyes, sticking your ass out against him, phone in hand. “Fine. Rub your dumb dick on me. Just shut the fuck up and let me figure out how fucked you are.” Wooyoung thinks he might cum just from sheer giddy excitement, hastily yanking down your jeans and pressing his bulge to your ass, still covered in cute striped underwear. You let him practically drape himself over you as you lean forward on the counter, both elbows anchored to the stone counter. He pants in your ear, jostling your body with each thrust as you try to google reviews of the aphrodisiacs. The first listing is the site Wooyoung bought from, a gag gifts and tchotchke store with no written reviews opting for simple star ratings. The next listing is full of clearly automated reviews lacking substance and information. Your lips press into a thin line. The next three sites are just as hopeless and Wooyoung’s humping is getting more vigorous. He tries to bury his moans in your shoulder, the high pitched whines still reaching your ears. Still you are focused on helping your friend. Trying to hold your arm still to scan the ingredients list for clues you groan in frustration. Wooyoung grabs your breast with a gasp and a grunt, cumming in his boxers, leaving a suspicious damp spot on your ass. His full weight laying on your back relaxed he strokes your breast with his thumb where he assumes your nipple might be beneath the layers of clothes.

You’d turn around to scold him but you’ve finally found something. A website that looks straight from the late 90s, black background with red comic sans burning itself into your retinas, and it seems to be an older woman’s sex toy review blog. Darla, a 50 year old housewife, reviews her finds on a bi-weekly basis and Willy World’s Addictive Aphrodisiacs is listed. She jokes about her dog accidentally stealing the first bag and needing to buy him four new stuffed plushies over the course of a full eight hours. The vet finally recommended a fertile female mate currently in her care to see if it would encourage quicker cessation of the symptoms which seemed to work. She gave the product a seven out of ten, recommending both partners take the recommended dosage for best effect.

Both of Wooyoung’s hands cup your breasts, squishing and massaging their weight between his fingers. “You’re so wet you know. It’s not just because of my cock. I can feel it.” “You humped me within an inch of my life, it makes sense.” He presses two fingers against the crotch of your underwear, a sticky squelch of soaked fabric exposes your half truth. “My dick was nowhere near here, that’s all you. You wanna fuck your poor desperate friend, don’t you. You like that I need your help, that I’m all fucked out and needy for you. C’mon take advantage of me. I want you to. Use me. I deserve it. Use me like the dumb fuck toy I am.” His fingers rub against your clit in small insistent circles as he pleads. You gulp. He’s persuasive. It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought of it once or twice before, shamefully in the late night silence of your room. Maybe you’d even thought about cuddling up next to him on the couch, marathoning a drama. How nice it would be to just fuck him like you owned him. Struggling to keep yourself in line you force your brain back into emergency mode. One of you has to be the one in control, even if the other is steering in a dangerous direction. “Woo, you know I can’t. You’re my best friend. You’re my roommate. You’re my partner in crime. I can’t risk-” Sensing your weakness he launches his three pronged attack, hands working in tandem, one at your breast the other at your button, burying his teeth in the junction between your neck and shoulder right where he’s seen you shudder before when massaging you. Everything you fought with crumbles like it was made of sand. Phone clattering against the countertop you mewl, an undignified high pitched whine as you grasp at the smooth surface to ground yourself. “Extenuating circumstances,” he mumbles, kissing the red splotch, pleased with the small shudder he causes. “I could die. I really could.” In reality at worst he’s in for another 4 hours of this, you assume based on previous experiences with his metabolism, unlikely that he dies. But the one reviewer did say that- the train of thought is cut off abruptly by the thrumming of your clit. How the fuck did he get so good at that? This was not how you’d imagined it at all. “You fucker, you bought c minus sex gummies and didn’t even leave any for me,” you turn to face him, having to arch your back over the counter to look him in the eye. “Okay well next time-” You smack his arm. “Bed. Now. You’re going to fucking pay for this somehow.” Wooyoung practically skips to his bedroom, heart light and grinning from ear to ear. Tossing ruined socks and underwear in the approximate direction of his hamper he hears the soft patting of your feet approaching. He could cum just from anticipation. Turning he sees you there in his door. The demon inside of him stills. “Fuck,” he whispers to himself. Wearing only your underwear and t-shirt, hair in a messy bun, smudged mascara fallout coating your lower lash line, you’re so fucking sexy to him. It’s better than any lingerie because it’s how he knows you and he finally gets to have you to himself. Sat on the edge of his bed, eyes half lidded with lust, boxers doing nothing to conceal his prominent bulge. You watch his eyes drink you in and you make up your mind right there. Go with it. Whatever shenanigans Wooyoung got himself into before you’d always been there and you’d be there until the end. A smirk tugs at the corner of your lips as his hand clenches his thigh, chest rising and falling with a shaky exhale. Sauntering over you place one leg between his, straddling him to place your other knee on the bed. “You sure about this?” He turns his head to the side and kisses your wrist softly, earnestly, so carefully your heart hurts. Gazing up at your face, your flyaways forming an angelic halo, his eyes clear from the lust induced haze if only for a second. “You won’t regret it.” “Big talk from a man who came from a single back rub.” He tugs on your panties, face buried in your lower belly, kissing and sucking red spots into your hips. “You don’t even know how long I’ve wanted to eat you out. Can’t wait to feel your thighs tremble around my face,” Wooyoung rants like a crazed man, tangling himself around you as you try to step out of your underwear. “You smell like candy and strawberries. Do you know that? Every time after you shower the whole apartment smells like you.” His hands scoop under your ass nearly pulling your legs over his shoulders. Tongue running up your inner thigh he dives in messily sucking and licking your slit, burying his face deep between your thighs, bridge of his nose eagerly grinding into your clit. You grab onto the mop of hair that is Wooyoung to try to steady yourself. “Fuck Woo-what the fuck-” you gasp as he flicks his tongue. “Why are you so good?” The more you wiggle the harder he grabs your ass. His whiny moans vibrate your most intimate parts, tip of his tongue just able to tease your entrance. Your thighs tense, “Woo-Wooyoung-Woo- I’m- I don’t wanna- hurt you” you grunt, tugging his hair sharply, forcing him to look up at you. “Use me. Use me to get off.” His voice is hoarse and desperate, your sounds driving him to the brink. “I like it.” His eyes are hazy, slowly pushing his tongue forward to kitten lick your clit, waiting for your next move. “Fuck it, fine,” you groan, pushing his head to you again, his mouth buzzing your mound in delight. Looking down into his eyes you roll your hips against his face, his eyes rolling back to whites, arms assisting each drag of your slit. “You’re right Woo- you got yourself into this mess and you made it my problem. I should get to have some fun from your dumbass mistake.” Slowly trailing a hand up your shirt to play with your nipple you fuck his face with abandon, losing yourself in the loud pops and gasps of your lovers ministrations. Your thighs tense once more so hard you fear you could pop his head clean off but you’re too far gone, walls clenching and pulsing as you cum. Wooyoung whimpers, threatening to topple backwards onto the bed as his abs seize up, cumming untouched in his already ruined boxers. Cupping the back of his neck you roll him back onto the bed, a drunken smile plastered on his ruined face, tongue circling his lips to clear himself of the remnants.

You unceremoniously strip him of his boxers, bunching them and wiping his thighs clean of his fluids. A moment of gentleness. As the gummies had advertised, he’s still impossibly hard and ready to go. Thick and veiny and nearly throbbing purple and red, you see what he meant by thinking it might just burst.

“I’m going to fuck you now Woo, okay? Where are your condoms?” You break your character, backing away from his bed. “NO,” Wooyoung sits bolt upright. “I need to feel you. I need to. Please I can’t. I’ll go insane being that close. I really will. I need to - I need you to let me - please let me-” “Jung Woo Young, do you really think-” “I’m clean, I know you’re clean after that asshole cheated you went to the clinic and I know i wasn’t supposed to but i overheard you and I know I see you take pills every day and I can go buy plan b when this is all over-” he babble just like he was when you found him, lower lip quivering. “I’ll be so good and if you if we-if it takes I’ll be the best dad if you wanna or I can wait in the waiting room and I’ll cook your favorite meal-”

Closing your eyes you sigh, putting the role back on. You push him, both hands to his shoulders, back onto the bed. Crawling over top of him he continues prattling on and on so far into the future it’s nearly nonsense. “Woo-” you speak lowly, looking up through your eyebrows at him. He doesn’t notice. So you slap him. Not enough to turn his head but enough to shock him back to earth.with wide eyes and a moan. ”I’m going to fuck you now Wooyoung, you better watch carefully because it’s only happening once.”

Hovering just close enough to slot him snugly in your entrance you steady yourself with one hand on his side and slide down onto him. Wooyoung pupils dilate with each disappearing inch, veins in his neck bulging as he focuses on where you meet, afraid he might miss even a millisecond. He feels velvety and warm and fills you nicely, stretching your walls from tip to base as you settle with him fully inside you.

“I’m gonna-” “Shut the fuck up Wooyoung.” You grind your hips on him. “Toys don’t talk.” His jaw drops, abs tensing. Two potent drives tear him apart. The need to cum and the need to please. Brows furrowed and eyes closed he tries his best to focus on anything but how good he feels. The second he dares sneak a peek he throbs against your walls, spilling into you. “Sorry.” He squeaks. You both pause, waiting. Worried it might be over just as it starts. Your hips continue swiveling on him in small circles. He doesn’t soften. “You still good Woo?” “Fucking Willy World’s Addictive Aphrodisiacs. Yeah. Very much.” “Can I just- I’m going to do what feels good for me because everything seems to do it for you.” “Oh, yeah. Of course.”

You drag your hips back and forth, one hand holding his thigh, the other on his stomach. Chasing your high you close your eyes and tilt your head back, letting out a deep throaty moan. Sweating and trembling you tug at the hem of your shirt uselessly. Two hands trail up your thighs to help it off of you. “Woo, you feel really good.” You whine, taking his hand and placing it on your thigh, holding it there.

Wooyoung could die then and he wouldn’t care. The softness of your skin, the way your breasts bounce as you rut against him, the pout of your lips in a soft “O” shape, and best of all his cum dripping slowly out around him mixed with you. He can feel another climax on the horizon. Almost painfully cramping his muscles as your cunt milks him for another load. Seeing white it’s all worth it for your choked moan. His fingernails dig into your thighs as his hips thrust up and push him even deeper into you, head of his cock just kissing your cervix as he coats your walls once more with a painful grunt. Deep relief washes over his whole body, like a weight lifts off and his soul floats halfway between life and death. Rest. Finally rest.

“That’s it, my good boy. My Wooyoung. My good little horny bastard. Still there? Still with me?” Your eyes are equally as unfocused as his now. Exhausted but still slowly working down your aftershocks. In the pleasant haze you feel him drop out of you as he softens. Trying to shuffle off him to clean up he flips you onto your side wordlessly and pulls you to him. “It’s over?” “Mhmm,” he buries his nose in your wilted bun. “Your sheets-” “Later.” “Wooyoung.” You flip yourself onto your stomach to look at him, scowling as a glob of cum drips from your used cunt. “I love you. Sheets later. Cuddles now.” His palm rubs between your shoulder blades as you snuggle into his side. “Next time I’ll save some for you.” Because of course there would be a next time.

Okay so yes i let this one get away from be but I’ve been wanting to write some good ol’ fuck or die sort of scifi bullshit for a while.

#wooyoung smut #jung wooyoung smut #ateez smut #wooyoung x reader #sub!idol #dom!fem!reader #dom!reader #february filth fest

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