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My Right Hand Man Part 4 (Sub!Wooyoung x Dom!Reader)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Word Count: 2497

Pairing: Sub!Wooyoung x Dom!Reader

Tw: Drinking, mentions of gang activity/drug dealing, mentions of killing, someone gets shot, someone is held at gun point, heavy language

Wooyoung stares at the letters on the screen of the flip phone. His heart races to see this on his phone.

San: You need to kill that bitch and come back home. We can pretend as if none of this happened. Gangteez will gladly welcome you back home.

He's read this message repeatedly for the last thirty days. He knows he should have listened to you and left San in the past, but he couldn't. He loves his brother and his Gangteez family, so he wanted San to know he's safe.

Even though things haven't been easy, he picked you over his family for a reason. You were worth all of the risks. Even if running away meant it could have cost him his life.

Being with you is so much easier. He can fully be himself and indulge in his feminine energy without any judgment or critics of his manhood.

The power dynamics between you and him are everything he could have dreamed of. It's just one single problem, that is complicating things further.

Changbin.

At first, when he met Changbin, his red flags indicator went up immediately. Why would someone from the SKZ gang be here with you? Did someone hire him to take Wooyoung out, or you?

Wooyoung still can't shake the feeling he initially felt when he saw Changbin come into the hotel room with you. He knew from that moment that something had happened between you.

There was something there. A part of him feels something is lingering between the two of you. He can't decipher what it is, how Changbin looks at you when you talk to him, how his voice changes slightly when he speaks to you, or how he's always trying to be close to him. Whatever it is, Wooyoung can't stand it.

Something isn't right.

He doesn't want to assume that you two have been intimate since he's come back into your life. But, could it be possible?

"Changbin, stop making me laugh," You squeal.

Wooyoung slams his cell phone shut and shoves it into his pocket. His eyebrows rise, and he glances over at the kitchen area of the shared apartment among the three of you.

The two-bedroom apartment should be for you and Wooyoung, but somehow Changbin is still here.

You are wearing your favorite leopard lace cami and a pair of Wooyoung's black boxers. You look stunning to him. Your hair is braided and hanging down to your waist.

You have such a beautiful aura; that attracted Wooyoung to you.

But, his stomach drops when he sees Changbin move closer to you and lifts the spoon from the pot. He leans forward to blow on it to cool it off for you.

Wooyoung watches you open your mouth and close your eyes. His face heats up seeing his goddess being so comfortable, giggly, and somewhat intimate in front of him.

"Mmm, Binnie. This taste amazing," You moan just a little bit.

That is enough to send Wooyoung spiraling. He huffs and leaps off the couch. He charges into the kitchen and grabs your hand.

He safely pulls you away from Changbin's presence. You are his goddess, and he doesn't want to share you with him. Regardless of what he voiced to you at the club, he can't do it. 

"Woo? What are you doing, baby?"

Wooyoung sees your once-happy face drop into a concerned frown. It's not what he thought he would experience when he snatched you away from Changbin.

He wants to throw a fit, but decides to choose a softer tone with you. Even though being bratty could turn into something fun.

"Goddess," he stares at you deeply, and holds both of your hands. "We were in the middle of watching a movie. Let's finish it while Changbin finishes dinner."

Wooyoung smiles, and pulls your hands up to his lips. He kisses them gently.

"Okay, baby," you reply.

***

After a hearty dinner, Wooyoung falls asleep in your lap. You gently stroke his hair as you mindlessly stare at the television. You still can't understand why Wooyoung acted so strangely earlier.

"You want to go to the bar?" Changbin asks.

He's next to you on the couch, but there is a space between you.

"No, I'm good. Wooyoung is asleep, and I don't wanna leave him."

"He's a grown man. Actually, I forgot I bought a bottle of tequila. It's in my room. Grab two shot glasses for us."

You pick Wooyoung up and toss him over your shoulder. You head to your shared bedroom and place him in the middle of the bed. You pull the covers over him, and kiss him on the forehead.

"I love you, Woo," you whisper.

You close the bedroom door behind you. You walk back to the kitchen area to retrieve the shot glasses. A few shots of tequila won't hurt.

Changbin brushes against you and places the bottle of tequila on the counter. You look over at him, but he shrugs.

He pours the shots. You both raise them and clash them together. You down your shot, and it stings your throat. You groan at the taste.

"You know we're never getting back together, right?" You inform him. It should be obvious, but you want to be sure he knows where you two stand.

"Who said I wanted you?"

"You have been throwing yourself on me for weeks like a desperate whore. I love being a good obedient whore, but I'm taken."

"Don't flatter yourself. If I wanted, you to be mine again, I could get you back. I don't want to kill Wooyoung in the process."

"No, you can't. Yes, the old me would have already pegged you and had you eat my pussy while my boyfriend was sleeping. But, not this time. I've changed. Wooyoung really does mean a lot to me."

Changbin pours another shot. You two clash your shot glasses together, and you throw back your second shot. The tequila burns your throat a little less, but you know after a few, you won't feel it.

"What is it about him? Is it because you can pick him up and carry him?"

You laugh. "No, he's the love of my life. I can be my true self around him, and he sees me for who I am."

"So, how long do you plan to live like this with him?"

"Like what?" You pour another shot into your glass and toss it back. You walk back into the living room and curl up on the couch.

Changbin follows you and sits down on the other end of the couch.

"I mean, you're a drug dealer. You've been one since you were a teenager. You just gave up the game cold turkey to run away with him. I mean.. eventually, your money will run out."

"Ex-drug dealer. Also, you forgot Wooyoung is an accountant. We're good on money. Trust me."

"Alright. I'm glad you got it all figured out. But, what about Hongjoong? You're going to keep running from him?"

"My brother will handle it."

"Chan isn't going to do that."

"Chan isn't my only brother. You think I would put all my trust into you?"

"Damn, you don't trust me?"

"No. I don't know what your deal is. It's been thirty days, and Hongjoong hasn't sent anyone to kill me."

"What if he didn't have to send anyone? What if the person already lives with you and is waiting for the right time?"

***

"So, Wooyoung ran off with Y/n?" Yeosang glares at San and drops his food.

"Yeah, but I told Hongjoong she left a note. He doesn't know about Wooyoung."

"Fuck. Those two were fucking? I had no idea. We're supposed to be best friends, and he didn't tell me."

"Don't feel bad. He didn't tell me shit either. I found out by following them. Anyways, I'm trying to get him to come home. I have an idea where they went."

"Y/n and Wooyoung? I don't get that dynamic. It's so random. Like, I never got that vibe. I've hung out with a lot with them. They never gave that vibe."

"Apparently, they are into some weird shit. I don't want to think about it. But, I gotta get him back home and away from that bitch. Can you help me?"

"So, Hongjoong has no idea."

"Nope."

"Fuck. This is messy. I need to talk to Wooyoung. I've been calling him. Does he have a new number?"

"Yeah, I'll give it to you."

****

"Mmm.. goddess. You're so warm," Wooyoung says in a half-sleepy tone, and you wrap your arms around his warm body.

You kiss him on his cheek and wrap your arms around his waist. "Not as warm as you. I missed you."

Wooyoung turns around and faces you. You can see his dark eyes with the almost full moon reflecting on his warm melanin. "Goddess.. were you drinking?"

"Yes, I had a few shots with Changbin."

"Oh."

His pause makes you search his face. You are starting to see a bit of jealousy between Changbin and Wooyoung, which you wouldn't understand why Woo would even be bothered. You love this man with all your heart.

"You were sleeping, and I just wanted a few shots."

"I.. never mind."

"No, tell me, baby. What's wrong?"

"I love you and everything, but Changbin has to go. You said you haven't talked to your brother since you've been here. So, how do we know he is supposed to be here?"

"I know. But, we can't take any chances. What has San been saying?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Tell me. I can handle it."

"He says the only way I can return to Gangteez is if I kill you."

"I didn't know you wanted to go back to Gangteez."

"I don't. I just don't know what he'll do."

Bang.

You jump up out of bed and reach into your nightstand and grab your gun. You pull off the safety and run into the living room.  The front door is open, and you squat down.

"Goddess! No, come back!" You hear Wooyoung, but you aren't thinking about that right now.

You hear a car speeding off, but you see Changbin lying in your front yard. You run over to him and get down on your knees.

"Binnie, fuck. Are you okay?" You look at him, and you search for the wound. You lift his shirt and see that his side has been grazed. You take off your Cami and press it against his wound.

"Yeah, I'll be okay. Let's get in the house," Changbin groans.

"Who was that?"

"I don't know."

You help Changbin up, and Wooyoung comes with his gun.

"Woo, help me get Binnie in the house," you yell.

You stand up and help Changbin get up to his feet. You stare back at your apartment and see that Wooyoung is taking his precious time to come over to help.

He gets on the other side of Changbin, and you both get him on the couch. You grab your burner phone.

"No, don't call the police," Changbin lifts his hand.

"What are you talking about? You were shot. You need to go to the hospital."

"No, grab my phone off the table and call Loria. She will handle it for me. She's a doctor that does house calls."

"Binnie, what are you not telling me? No one is going to shoot at us for no reason. Have you been moving weight?"

"Yeah."

"Fuck. Binnie, this is not the life I want anymore, and you are making a decision for Wooyoung and me that we never approved of," You groan. You grab the phone and call Loria.

"Hola?"

You put the phone on speaker and bring it over to Changbin. He begins to communicate in Spanish with the woman, and then they end the call. You close the phone and put it on the coffee table. 

"Why are you moving weight? I take care of all three of us. If you needed money, why didn't you ask me?"

"I'm not yours, remember? That's not your job. Plus, I don't want you to take care of me. I gotta have my own."

"Look, you need to go back to the states. I can't have you dying on me," you say.

"No. I need to be here with you," Changbin shakes his head.

"No, you are going home. I don't know how shit works here and I don't want to get involved with the drug game. I don't speak the language, and I can't depend on you to translate," you reply.

"You don't tell me where I can and can't go. I'm here to protect you. You are fine. I'm the one who got shot."

"You are here to protect me from Hongjoong, not Cuban drug dealers. Why were they shooting at you? Have you been moving weight in this neighborhood?"

"No, closer to the city. But, look, I'll handle it."

You go back into your room and dial Bangchan. You know you only wanted to call him in case of an emergency.

"Yes, sister?" Chan asks.

"Changbin got shot, and he needs to go home."

"Changbin is with you? Why?"

"What do you mean why? He was here the day I came and said you sent him."

"I didn't send him. Actually, we haven't spoken since I sent you there. We actually are beefing right now."

"Why?"

"Because he thought I should have killed Wooyoung instead of helping you get your fairytale life."

"What the fuck?" you nearly drop your phone. Changbin has been in your house for a month, and he's been lying.

You run into the living room. "You've been lying to me this whole time?" You yell.

"What are you talking about now, Y/n?"

"Chan didn't know you were here. You lied to me."

"No, we gotta kill him now," Wooyoung lifts his gun and points it at Changbin.

"Wooyoung is the one who is fucked up. Not me. Wooyoung called San late one night saying how he made a mistake, and he's going to kill you," Changbin confesses.

Your mind is swirling at all the hints you didn't pick up between both of them. Who could you really trust? The doorbell rings, and you go over it.

"Hola, soy Loria. Donde Estas Changbin?" She says. You open the door and allow her to come in. She puts her bag on the floor and starts to communicate with him.

Your thoughts are becoming more irritating. You don't care about Changbin stalking you, but Wooyoung. Is he really regretting your relationship? Would he really kill you?

You grab Wooyoung's hand and lead him to the bedroom. You close the door behind him.

"You got five minutes to tell me everything," you fold your arms.

"Baby, he's not lying," Wooyoung replies.

Your whole world feels like it's being turned upside down. Has everything been a lie with Wooyoung?

Part 5-Final Chapter HERE

[seohwang]

Bedroom mishaps. (Maknae line)

An Ateez reaction to getting into an embarrassing/awkward situation while intimate

Genre: fluff, smut (nothing too explicit, though)

Word count: 6 155

Warnings: the slightest, tiniest hint of cnc/helplessness in San’s reaction, mature themes, embarrassing moments, and just awkwardness in general, lol

Dynamics: mostly sub!ateez-leaning or with no dynamics, except for mild dom!Jongho

A/N: This fic is the long-awaited second part to my Bedroom mishaps series! You can find the hyung line version here. Hope you enjoy!

San

In his defense, it had been a long time since the two of you had had sex

And so, when San practically jumped you the second you both had a free evening to yourselves, you really couldn’t blame him

After all, if you were being honest, you really missed him too

But, as unfortunate as it was, you still had some important things to do after you got home (that didn’t include riding him into oblivion)

You know, things such as eating and resting for at least a little bit after a tiring 9-to-5

Which meant that you (but especially San) would have to wait just a bit longer

And while you were admittedly just as impatient as he was, you did not expect him to actually sit right next to you on the couch while you ate, patiently waiting for you to finish your food like some kind of needy puppy

You tried to keep your focus on the TV, watching the show on screen intently as you ignored your impatient boyfriend to the best of your abilities

Which was hard, considering how touchy he was in general, let alone right now after waiting for so long

And sure, it was a bit cute, you had to admit

Until the questions began

“So, are you almost done?” “San, I just started eating.”

“...And now?” “You can literally see the food that’s still in the bowl!”

This then went on for the rest of your meal, with only a few minutes of silence in-between whenever you gave him a quick peck as an attempt at distraction

But even with that, you could still see the giddiness in his eyes once you finally stood up from the couch, walking over to the sink to clean the dishes

With San in tow, of course

“You’re really something, you know that?” You asked in amused disbelief, turning to your boyfriend as he clung to you from behind with a coy smile

“Mm-hmm,” he wordlessly agreed, tightening his grip on your waist before moving to kiss your neck

“Can you really n-not wait until I’m finished here? Are you that needy already?” You asked abashedly, trying to keep your composure when he found a particularly sensitive spot

“If I say yes, will you finally let me take you to the bedroom?” He asked back, pressing your body even closer to his as his kisses grew more feverish

And who were you to deny him?

And so, you made your way over to the bedroom, with San leading the way this time, eagerly pulling you with him

He was surprised, however, when you quickly matched his enthusiasm the moment you landed on the bed, pulling him into a deep kiss before getting on top and taking over

It was as if a switch had flipped within you, finally properly getting into the right mood and leaving all of the stress of your daily life behind, with San now being the target of choice

Not that he was complaining, of course not

He was just taken a bit off-guard, that’s all

But even that surprise just seemed to rile him up more, pulling the sweetest noises out of him as your hands roamed his body

You could only chuckle at that, watching the previously eager and assertive man quickly crumble right before you into a desperate, deprived mess

It’s not like he could do much to hide it either, already way too sensitive to be able to suppress any of his reactions to your touches

You wouldn’t have it any other way though, thriving in every little (or not so little) noise he made as you worked him, grinding down on the bulge in his sweatpants

Unbeknownst to you, however, amidst all this, there was an ongoing conflict going on in San’s head, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowing as he held onto your hips tightly in a feeble attempt to ground himself

On one hand, he was feeling incredible, loving every single thing you were doing to him

From your fingers pulling at his hair and exploring his broad chest as you kissed him fervently, to the oh-so-amazing feeling of your hips moving against his

Everything you did was just the way San liked it, the way he’d needed it for so long

But that’s where the main problem resided as well

Because while all of this felt unbelievably good, it was starting to feel a bit too good too soon

And before San knew it, he was beginning to feel that familiar warmth in his stomach, alerting him of his high just a tad too late

“W-wait, Y-Y/N-!” He tried to warn you, but his words only came out a jumbled mess, half-muffled by your lips on his and half-muffled by his own inability to speak in his current state

But even if you were to understand him, you were still so focused on everything else that you just didn’t register him speaking altogether, grinding down on him even harder if anything

And it was seemingly that exact feeling of hopelessness, the feeling of not being able to stop the pleasure, that completely did it for San, finally snapping that coil within him as he came

With a pathetic cry of your name, he suddenly stilled, holding your hips tightly against his as he threw his head back

The sudden change was enough to bring you out of your own daze as well, watching your boyfriend shudder beneath you, breath hitching with every involuntary jerk of his hips as pleasure coursed through his body

Despite your surprise, you let him be for a few seconds, allowing him to slowly come down from his high

It was easy to tell when he was starting to return to himself, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks as his foggy mind finally realized what had happened

Refusing to open his eyes, he slid his hands up your back, gently pulling you down to lie on his chest as he hid his face in the crook of your neck

After a beat or two of complete silence, you finally dared to speak up in a slow, tentative voice

“Did you just...?” You trailed off, unsure if you wanted to make your boyfriend even shyer by saying it out loud

“Um...maybe?” He replied just as hesitantly, letting out a nervous chuckle as he tried to secretly peek at your face, “would you be mad if I said yes?”

Now it was your turn to laugh, pulling away to look at his embarrassed expression

“Sannie, baby,” you began, cupping his cheek softly as you spoke, “do you really think I’d be mad at you for something like this?” You asked back, moving your hand up to fix his hair gently

He pouted at that, giving you a small, guilty frown

“I mean...” He began, another wave of embarrassment flushing his face, “I was so eager to do this before, only to just, you know...”

“Cum in your pants after a few minutes?” You brazenly finished his sentence, eliciting a humiliated sound from him

“Y/N!” He groaned as he hid his face in his hands, mortified

You just giggled, moving to pry his hands away again, “come on, you know I’m just joking,” you said, trying to coax him to look at you

“Not only was it, like, really fucking hot,” you began again, earning a surprised yet curious look from San, “but you have the whole night to make it up to me, don’t you?”

Hearing this, you finally got a sweet, genuine smile from him as he looked up at you, feeling reassured at last, “you’re right.”

With his new-found confidence, his hands slowly trailed up to your face, pulling you down gently for yet another deep, passionate kiss

“That I do.”

Mingi

It’s no secret that Mingi likes to joke and play around, especially around his family, friends, and you

But lately, as you’d come to notice pretty early on, the smile he wore around you didn’t quite reach his eyes anymore

Instead, his eyes screamed exhaustion, the same way his sluggish movements and sagged shoulders as he walked around your apartment did

You wanted to ask him about it, of course you did, but with the way Mingi was, always trying not to bother anyone too much, you knew it would be useless anyway

(unless you were to pressure him into it, which just sounded like the last thing you should be doing at this moment, so that was completely out of the question)

Besides, it wasn’t like the reason behind his tiredness was some government secret anyway

With the latest project at his job nearing its deadline, it was pretty obvious what the cause was

Every day, he’d already be gone when you’d wake up, and you were lucky if you got to spend more than 2 hours in the evening with him before he’d crash in your shared bed, out like a light

So really, if anything, it was surprising that Mingi was still able to hold up his usual front even under these current conditions

Well, except for one thing, that is

For the same reasons as stated above, not only was the social aspect of your relationship hurting, but so was the sexual one

Not that you were too upset about it, of course not

You knew that Mingi was just having a busier period at work right now, and you were perfectly content waiting until he’d feel more rested and comfortable

It was just that you could see it slowly start to affect him

He’d become more touchy with you, staying close whenever the two of you were alone together (and sometimes even when you weren’t - poor cashier at the nearby convenience store)

Even the way he looked at you every time you faced him told you he needed you

But of course, with Mingi being Mingi, he was both too tired and stressed to really do anything, and too unsure about initiating any deeper kind of intimacy with you when your time together was already so limited

And so, being the loving and attentive partner you are, you decided to take matters into your own hands (literally)

It was pretty late when Mingi came home, the cheerful chime of the front door being opened sounding long after it’d gone dark outside

You were sitting on the couch, already waiting for him to finally set your plan into motion

After a couple of slow, dragging footsteps, your boyfriend’s face finally came into view, making you smile

“Hey there,” you greeted softly, getting up from where you were seated to help him with the bag over his shoulder

“Hey,” he replied, giving you a tired smile as he let you take the bag from him, but not before pulling you in for a soft, affectionate kiss

As you momentarily parted ways for you to put his things away and for him to change, you called out to him from the other room: “How was work today?”

After a few moments of silence, he finally shuffled back over to the living room, only to see you already waiting for him with a suspiciously coy smile on your lips

“Good,” he mumbled, running a hand through his slightly messy hair, “just the usual.”

You hummed in acknowledgment, thinking silently for a second before carefully walking over to him

You wrapped your arms around his waist, looking up at him with a playful spark in your eyes, “hm, that’s good to hear.”

“Yeah,” he replied in a slightly breathy voice, giving you a mildly curious look as he automatically hugged you back, “what about you?”

You grinned shyly at his question, happy that everything was going according to plan so far

“Also mostly fine - just a bit lonely, I guess. I really missed you, you know.”

Tightening your hold on him, you gently leaned into him, putting your left foot forward as a silent command for him to move back

He obliged immediately, though the confusion on his face was evident

After a couple steps backward, his legs hit the back of the couch, making him fall down onto the cushions

This time, it seemed that Mingi’s curiosity had reached its peak, as he looked up at your amused expression with big, unassuming eyes, “I- what exactly is going on right now?” He asked with a light chuckle

You let out a laugh of your own, ignoring his question as you sank down to your knees between his legs, eagerly reaching for the hem of his sweatpants

The sudden escalation obviously startled Mingi and his hands grabbed a hold of your own, stopping you before you could try to pull his pants down

“Y-Y/N, wha-what are you...?” He questioned, clearly surprised

But you just gave him another coy look, taking his hands and pulling them off his lap before grabbing at his pants again

“It’s okay, just let me take care of you, hm?”

This time, Mingi let you slide his pants down, breath hitching as you palmed him over his boxers

“I-I, uh, you don’t have to, it’s okay-”

Before he could say anything else, though, you swiftly rose back up to his face, placing a quick peck on his lips to effectively shut him up before going back down

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to,” you reassured him, making a deep blush rise to his cheeks at your genuine enthusiasm, 

“So let me.”

And let you, he did.

Before long, you had reduced Mingi to a moaning mess, more sensitive and needy than you’d ever seen him

One of his hands was gently cradling your cheek, the other coming up to shield his blushing face

You were having none of that, however, instantly coming to a halt and pulling off, drawing a frustrated whine from him

“Y/N, why,” he complained needily, slightly lifting his arm to peek down at you

You reached up to grab it, pulling it down to rest by his side instead

“That’s why,” you explained, giving him a cheeky grin, “now, if you want me to keep going, you better let me hear and see you, alright?”

“Ah, o-okay, I wi-” but before he could finish his sentence, you were right back on him again, making him interrupt his own words with a strained groan, eyes closing in bliss

Without any other obstacles in your way, you resumed your previous pace, looking up at Mingi with sultry eyes as you did so

Recovering from the short moment of overwhelming pleasure, Mingi opened his eyes again, looking down at you, only to be met with your hungry gaze already on him

Immediately, he looked away again, feeling his heart skip a beat at the intensity in your eyes

Now, don’t be mistaken - Mingi could be a very passionate, confident lover when he wanted to be, and even when he didn’t, he was still somewhat composed most of the time

But now, after what felt like an eternity of not being able to experience you, hold you and take care of each other in whichever way you wanted, to suddenly seeing you so enthusiastic and focused on him in such a compromising position was, well...

Really fucking hot

And with the oversensitivity from not being touched by you for so long, Mingi could feel himself getting dangerously near the edge in no time

“Y-Y/N, you’re too good to me, I think I-” a hiss escaped him as your nails dug into his bare thigh, slowly but firmly dragging down his leg

“It’s okay hun, just cum whenever,” you said, still looking up at him to gauge his beautiful reactions

And although the hot lines you left on his thigh were comfortingly grounding, Mingi’s mind still felt like complete mush

With the past few weeks filled with nothing but work, work, and more work, the countless days running on 5 hours of sleep if he was lucky, with barely seeing you for more than a few hours a day,

Only to now be completely engulfed in your care and attention, to have you treat him so well and make him feel so much at once, physically, mentally, and emotionally,

Mingi felt like he was becoming delirious

As he was approaching his high, his hazy eyes were flitting around the room, brain completely fogged over as he could barely focus on anything except the overwhelming pleasure

And then he felt your hand on his other thigh, felt your nails slowly start to press into the muscle again, and he lost it

Suddenly tensing under you, Mingi’s mind seemed to have completely blacked out as he came, feeling the waves of pleasure wash over him as he moaned out your name

Or what he thought was your name, at least, until he finally registered the sounds of you giggling, forcing him to open his eyes again

You were looking down, forehead dropping to rest on his leg as you trembled with laughter

“W-what?” He asked, words still a bit slurred and airy as he barely started coming down from his orgasm

The question seemed to make you laugh even more, much to Mingi’s amused confusion

“Am I- god,” you took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down enough to talk, “is my name LG now?”

“What?”

Mingi looked down at you incredulously, not understanding what the fuck you just said

Did he just cum so hard he went insane?? Because he definitely felt like it

“I- n-no? What are you-”

It was only then that Mingi’s eyes seemed to have focused properly again, as he suddenly took notice of the LG television behind you, the big bold letters standing out against the otherwise black plastic

“Why did you moan out the name of our TV then?” You asked him, breaking into another fit of laughter as it all finally clicked in his head, mouth hanging open in shock as he looked at you

“Did- did I actually...?” He muttered, looking absolutely bewildered by his own actions

Trying to suppress any more giggles, you nodded with a small “yup”, grinning as you stood back up to help him re-dress

“Holy shit, I’m so sorry,” he immediately began apologizing, letting out an amazed chuckle of his own, “I knew I was a tired mess today, but not this much, damn.”

You just laughed again, moving to sit beside him and wrap your arms around his middle

“It’s fine babe, don’t worry about it. If anything, I can now proudly say I give head so good it makes you accidentally endorse electronics.”

As expected, your teasing remark worked just as intended, pulling a humiliated cry from Mingi as he hid his face in his hands

“Y/N, please!”

Wooyoung

“Fucking finally”, Wooyoung muttered to himself half-annoyed, half-excited as the front door slammed shut at last, signaling that his roommate had left after what had felt like an eternity

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his impatience, though, if you were being honest, you were feeling pretty restless as well at this point

Wooyoung had been planning this night for more than a week, making sure that everything lined up perfectly - you were free for the evening, he was free for the evening, and, most importantly, his roommate would be out for at least a few hours

It all seemed to be working out just fine when you arrived too, joining Wooyoung under the cozy blankets he’d laid out for you on the couch and choosing a movie to play in the background as you talked about your days

The both of you were content like this, happy to indulge in each other’s comforting presence and catch up with each other (so you could have more time to do other things later-)

But as the hours slowly went by and Wooyoung’s roommate was still sitting at the kitchen table, not getting ready to leave any time soon as he kept typing away on his laptop, Wooyoung was starting to become impatient

He wanted to say something to him, to hopefully speed things up just a little, but how do you do that without sounding like a desperate, horny teenager?

Exactly, you can’t

And so the two of you kept waiting, watching the TV absent-mindedly as you started to draw slow, teasing shapes on Wooyoung’s leg to try and rile him up even further

This clearly seemed to work, judging by the way his jaw clenched every time your nails traced the insides of his thigh, desperately trying to keep his eyes on the screen and not jump your bones right then and there

Wooyoung was trying to keep calm, he really was

But with each passing second of your playful teasing, he could feel himself slowly going insane

That was until a sudden ringing echoed around the dorm, making both of you jump a little in your spot

You turned around to look in the kitchen, watching as Jongho, Wooyoung’s aforementioned roommate, fumbled with the phone in his hands, quickly swiping on the display to answer

“Hey, what’s-” he began but got quickly cut off by the person on the other side, their annoyed nagging loud enough for you to hear from the other room

“W-wait, what do you mean? It’s-” Jongho’s eyes suddenly widened, seemingly realizing something just then

He quickly stood up, slamming his laptop shut as he rushed back into his room, cursing under his breath the whole way there

“Dude, I’m so sorry, I just got completely caught up in what I was doing that I didn’t see the- yeah, yeah, I know I’m a dumbass, just, uh, wait for me, okay? I’ll be right there, I swear. Bye.”

And with that, Jongho emerged out of his room again, rushing out of the apartment without sparing a single glance at the two of you

Not that either of you minded, anyway, too preoccupied with the fact that you were finally alone together to care about anything else

There was not a word spoken between the two of you as you faced each other again, the eager look in your eyes enough for the both of you to know what was about to go down

Wooyoung decided to take action first, closing the gap between your bodies by pressing your lips together in a hot, feverish kiss

You wasted no time either, quickly crawling onto his lap and tangling your fingers in his hair to deepen the kiss even further

Wooyoung’s hands roamed all over your body until they eventually came to rest on your hips, helping you grind down on the hard-on he’d been trying to keep at bay for way too long

You stayed like this for a few minutes, just enjoying each other’s bodies and the electrifying anticipation of what was about to come

That was until you tugged on Wooyoung’s hair just right, the sensation of it along with the unexpected bite on his lower lip making him let out a wanton moan

Deciding that he’d had enough, he suddenly stood up from the couch, taking you by surprise as he lifted you up with him

The look of shock on your face must have been evident, judging by the smug smile on Wooyoung’s lips as he carried you to the bedroom

“Didn’t think I could do that, huh?” He asked teasingly, eyes gauging your reaction as he breached the entrance to his room

And while you usually got annoyed by that shit-eating grin of his, you had to admit, you were genuinely impressed

“Honestly? No, I didn’t,” you conceded, watching the look of surprise on his face at you actually giving in to him, “and I gotta say, that was really fucking hot,” you continued, making Wooyoung’s ears turn red in response

He’d never admit it, but as much as he loved the usual banter and bickering between the two of you, genuine compliments and admiration like this made him completely weak in the knees for you

And so, with a new wave of fervor coursing through him, he basically threw you down on the bed, taking a split second to admire the view in front of him before jumping on it as well to join you

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you at his new-found passion, peppering kisses all over your neck as his hands slipped under your shirt, eagerly exploring the skin there

Not wanting to waste any more time, you gently pulled his head away to take off your shirt and bra, immediately causing his eyes to look down, taking in all of your beautiful body under him

It seemed as though everything you did made him even more enthusiastic, every little movement, noise, or revealed skin turning him on impossibly more

And while this was definitely endearing and sexy to you (as well as a huge confidence boost), it also came with quite a bit of clumsiness from Wooyoung

From the way his hands fumbled with his hoodie before finally managing to take it off, to the momentary loss of balance as he dove back down to give you yet another hot kiss

Only to accidentally lean a bit too forward and bump your foreheads together - hard

“Ow!” You cried out in pain at the impact, pulling away from him as you caressed your throbbing forehead

Wooyoung let out a small groan of his own at the collision, but shook the pain off right away to tend to you

“Shit, are you okay?” He asked worriedly, replacing your hand with his to try and soothe the spot himself

“I- yeah, it’s- it’s okay, just,” you tried to reply, forced to pause for a moment due to the sharp pain in your skull, “didn’t expect it, is all.”

“Are you sure?” Wooyoung pressed on anyway, not believing your words when your eyes were still scrunched up in pain, “I swear I didn’t mean to do that, I’m so sorry, babe.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at that, making him even more puzzled

“Woo it’s fine, really,” you said, finally opening your eyes again to give him an amused smile, “and of course you didn’t mean to, who would ever consciously decide to just ram their head into their girlfriend like that?”

Wooyoung groaned at your words, leaning down to hide his face in your neck in embarrassment, “shut up, I still feel bad.”

You cooed at that, finding this guilty and sheepish side of your boyfriend utterly adorable

“I know hun, it’s okay,” you comforted him, rubbing gentle circles on his back while the pain in your forehead slowly started to subside, “I think we both just got a little too excited for our own good, you know?”

Wooyoung rose up at that, looking at you with big eyes as he argued back: “Of course we did! How could I not be horny out of my mind when Jongho made us wait almost two extra hours?!”

“And there he is again”, you thought to yourself with a chuckle

The drama queen of a boyfriend you came to love so much, happy and lively just like before <3

Jongho

Sex with Jongho was fun.

Contrary to what the people around him made you believe at first - that he was this mature and aloof guy who was always so quiet and serious - you quickly came to find just how wrong all of them were

Because despite admittedly keeping to himself most of the time around other people, that did not apply to his romantic and sexual relationships in the slightest

After all, when you have to hold yourself to a certain standard all day, it gets pretty tiring pretty quickly

And so, once the two of you started to get more comfortable with each other, Jongho let himself relax around you as well

He gradually became more and more open and vulnerable with you, letting you in on his various thoughts and opinions, and, later on, even some of his deepest secrets

Of course, this is no one-way street, and in the same way Jongho expects you to accept him fully, he does so to you as well

Whatever it is that you want to share or are interested in, you can always trust Jongho to hear you out with a completely open and curious mind

At first, this pertained mainly to your general relationship, but as time went on and you’d had your fair share of comfortable, vanilla sex, the two of you mutually agreed on trying to venture a bit further

You started out pretty simple, introducing light bondage and some mild dirty talk into the bedroom, which ended up being a lot of fun for the both of you

Eventually, however, even that became too mild and familiar, and you continued to explore even deeper

Because of this, discussing different turn-ons and fantasies became pretty common between the two of you, and although it still made you feel a bit embarrassed (and, judging by the small blush on Jongho’s cheeks as he stumbled over his words a little, you weren’t the only one), it was really exciting to hear and see what Jongho found arousing

During one of these discussions, you’d decided to bring up something that had been plaguing your mind for the longest time now, finally feeling brave enough to admit to it

“Actually, there was something new I’ve been wanting to try for a while now,” you confessed shyly after Jongho asked you if there was anything new you wanted to look into

“Oh? What is it?” He asked, perching up in his spot on the couch

“Ah, it’s a bit embarrassing, especially now that I’ve admitted to thinking about it for a long time,” you nervously chuckled, making Jongho smile at your cute antics as well before silently beckoning you to continue

“It’s just that...I’ve been wondering if maybe you could try being a bit...rougher in bed, so to speak? Like using your strength more and just, you know,” you trailed off, somehow feeling a lot more shy bringing up this specific idea than any of the other interests

Jongho giggled at your red face, unable to stop himself from blushing either

It’s not a secret that Jongho is pretty buff and strong, anyone can recognize that just by glancing at him

However, that didn’t stop Jongho from nearly melting on the spot whenever you complimented him on his physique, puffing his chest like the cheesy man he is whenever you did

So now, to hear that you not only liked his strength but liked it like that, Jongho was pretty much screaming and squealing on the inside (in a good way, of course!!)

“Oh, um, uh,” Jongho began, stammering like a bumbling idiot as his head filled over with way too many interesting ideas at the prospect

It wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about this either, of course he had

It was just that he didn’t want to force anything like this on you, since your sex life has been mostly just soft and loving so far, and he didn’t want to make you think he didn’t enjoy it that way

And so, he waited for you to come to him of your own volition, wanting to be sure that you genuinely wanted this as well and weren’t agreeing to it just to please him because most porn sites showed the rougher parts of sex

But now that you did, he was so surprised that he almost didn’t know what to say, except for the stuttery and giggly “y-yeah, sure, I’d love to.”

And it was exactly those few words of agreement that brought you here, lying with your back on the bed, legs wrapped around Jongho’s waist as he let all of his frustration out on you

He’d had a long, infuriating day at work today, and after storming home almost fuming, it was unanimously decided that this was the perfect time to try out your latest suggestion

With the way Jongho was already furious, there was no need to try and rile him up any further

You knew as much by the way he suddenly picked you up in the hallway, throwing you over his shoulder with a slap to your butt as he stomped over to your shared bedroom

There, he threw you down on your bed, quickly tossing his shirt off before making his way to you, caging you between his arms as he kissed you feverishly

And now, a few minutes later, you were still pressed beneath him, grasping onto his arms and back for dear life as he let himself get completely lost in you, grunting with every rougher thrust

“Jongho!” You cried out, making him look down at you with wild, dazed eyes

“Wh-what? Fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned, closing his eyes momentarily to try to calm down (or at least enough to be able to comprehend your words)

“M-more,” you whined weakly, giving him an equally as fucked-out face

He let out a hitched chuckle at your words, lowering his head with a grin of disbelief

“More? I’m already fucking you this hard and you still want more?” He questioned, making you whimper at the teasing words

“You’re insatiable, I swear,” he muttered proudly, leaning down to give you a passionate kiss before suddenly pulling away, “but fine.”

He removed your legs from his waist, only to then hoist them up to rest on his shoulders as he nearly folded you in half

You gasped at the sudden change of positions, feeling him drive even deeper into you like this

Without any further ado, he resumed his previous pace, pushing into you with a loud groan

You were quick to return back to your cloud nine, mind hazed over with nothing but Jongho firmly gripping your hips, brows furrowing as he desperately tried to hold back his orgasm for just a little longer

You were getting way too close yourself, sneaking a hand between the two of you to help yourself just a little bit more to get there

Not long after, you felt yourself dangerously near the edge, mouth opening to tell Jongho in what you hoped would be a stable enough voice for your pleas to still be coherent

Before you could say anything, however, a loud snap resonated through the room, and you could feel the bed under you dip slightly

The two of you froze instantly, looking at each other with wide eyes as you tried to catch your breath

You were the first one to break the silence, still gasping for breath as you spoke: “Did the bed just...?”

After a beat of nothing, Jongho replied: “I-I think so.”

Leaning a bit to the side to check the bedframe, Jongho first let out a shocked gasp before an incredulous chuckle left his lips as he saw a huge crack running down the side of it

“Holy shit.”

You shared a long look of both amazement and embarrassment before a sly, teasing smile made its way onto your lips

“So, are you gonna keep going, or...?”

Taking a second to process your words, Jongho let out a small laugh at your words, shaking his head in amused disbelief

“Just like I said...”

He cautiously moved off the bed, hearing a dangerously loud creak from under him as he got up

But then, without a warning, he pulled you by your leg to the edge of the bed before picking you up into his arms, making you yelp in surprise as you instinctively wrapped yourself around him

“You’re absolutely insatiable,” he said, a playful grin on his face as your eyes met again before giving you a quick peck on the lips

Carefully, he carried you down the hallway and into the living room before laying you down on the couch

Just like before, he climbed onto the couch with you, lifting your legs up again to resume what you had been doing

Not before going in for one more kiss, though, pulling away with that beautiful smile of his

“But I love it.” 

Thank you for reading! And remember, feedback is always appreciated! ♥  

[ateezscupid]

hello, could i request the same hcs you did for overstimulating the hyung line but with the maknae line instead ? love your writing so far, keep it up !

EEK i got to this so late but HERE U GO, ATEEZ BEING OVERSTIMULATED BUT ITS THE MAKNAE LINEEEEE. hyung line is here!!!!

i rlly hope u like it :sob: again, so so so so sorry for getting to it late grrrrgrgrgdr

𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐙 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒: being overstimulated

MAKNAE LINE: c.sn, s.mg, j.wy, c.jh

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: MDNI, switch!sub!idol au, fem!reader, dom/switch!reader, overstimulation, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it), soft!dom, vanilla sex because why not, oral (m receiving), light choking, deepthroating, mention of toys, pet names (baby boy, princess, baby, love, etc.), praising and degrading, somnophilia, edging, if there’s anything i forgot, lmk !

𝐀/𝐍: like before, I'll turn any of these into fanfics just lmk!!

SAN sub!san ⟨ unprotected sex, light choking, pet names, light degrading and praising ⟩

in your eyes, san was pretty. he was your pretty boy. you loved spoiling him and making him feel good. whenever you had the chance, you’d edge him to the point where he’d cry and shake underneath you. you loved seeing him unravel.

“sannie, baby? look at me.” you demanded, grabbing your boyfriend's chin and making him look at you. “can you hold it?”

“i-i can…” san spoke softly, his words slurred. he was so lightheaded, but he loved when you’d play with him like this. in full honesty, he wanted you to take control all the time in the bed. times when you’d ask him if he wanted to take control, he’d always say no.

“you what?” you lightly slap him across his cheek. “did you forget what you’re supposed to call me?“

“n-no! no, i-i—“ he whined with the loss of your hand. san loved handjobs. not as much as he loved being inside of you, but he liked it. your soft hands edging him and ruining his orgasm, he couldn’t get enough of it.

“remember sannie, if you call me out my name, you won’t get to cum.” you stated him dead in the eyes.

“now, do you wanna be inside of me?”

“y-yes, miss,” san stutters, holding his hands out and waiting for you to straddle him. when you were above him, he places his hands on your waist and rubs your skin. he loved feeling your curves. god, everything about you he was madly in love with. he loved you so much, he didn’t want to leave you.

“be a good whore and put it in.” you lean closer to his face, pecking him on the lips then biting them softly. he moaned from your actions, nails digging into your skin as he lowered you onto his cock.

the moan you let out made san want to cum on the spot. he wraps his arms around your body as you begin bouncing on him, moaning each time you went back down.

“f-fuck, you make me feel so good sannie,” you moan against his lips. “so so good!”

“i-i love that…i-i make you feel good, m-miss.” he shudders, holding your hips and making you bounce harder. “f-fuck, you feel so good!”

you shove your face into the crook of his neck, bitting san’s skin and leaving marks wherever you could. you felt him pulse inside of you, which told you he was close. you loved the moans he let out in your ear, and his facial expressions topped it all off. tightly shut eyes and his entire bottom lip in his mouth.

“f-fuck me like the useless fucktoy you are, baby…” you moan in his ear, caressing his neck with one hand while your other scratched his chest.

san moans in response and starts bucking his hips, pushing his cock deeper inside of you and hitting spots you didn’t expect him to hit. you moaned immensely loud when he did so, wrapping your hand around his neck and squeezing lightly.

“yes, f-fuck san!” you cry out. “so good—you’re doing so good,”

everything in your body shutting down when you finally reached your orgasm. you came all over san’s cock while moaning his name in his ear. feeling you tighten around him caused his hips to stutter as he released inside of you, moaning loudly and cursing afterward. yet, he didn’t stop. he needed more.

he kept thrusting his hips, gripping onto you tighter when he was feeling overstimulated. he wanted to be good for you. he wanted to please you.

“s-san, fuck!” you throw your head back. the sounds of your skins slapping together made you moan louder.

“more…please, g-give me more!” he whimpers. “i-i can take—fuck! i can take it!”

MINGI sub!mingi ⟨ deepthroating, pet names, unprotected sex, praising, somnopholia ⟩

“y-y/n…” mingi moans in his sleep, his crotch right against your back. you only assumed he was acting like this because he was having a wet dream.

“mingi? wake up.” you tap on his arm but he didn’t wake up. he must’ve been in deep sleep.

“s’good…” he mumbles, letting go of you and turning to his other side, one hand gripping the pillow his head was laying on and the other gripping the bed sheets. it wasn’t the first time mingi has had wet dreams like this, one’s so intense that he’d either be rubbing against you or moaning in his sleep

you two agreed that you didn’t mind touching each other when sleeping, and to know when nights it would be okay, you two got matching necklaces that you wore to sleep to tell each other it was okay to touch each other.

and tonight, mingi was wearing that necklace. he hoped you’d wake up and do something. his wet dreams have been so intense the past few nights, he didn’t know what else to do. and regular sex wouldn’t do much for mingi.

you turn to your side and sit up, leaning over to see if mingi had the necklace on. once you saw it, you smirk to yourself and run your hand down his body softly, stopping when you reached the hem of his shorts. before you could pull them down, mingi turned on his back. at least he made it easier for you.

you gently pull his shorts down to his mid-thigh and get underneath the covers, your fingers wrapping around his semi-erect cock. you kissed the tip softly, seeing him twitch from it. you push the tip into your mouth, waiting a few seconds the pushing the entire thing in your mouth and deepthroating.

you hum against his length, bobbing your head as a steady pace while occasionally glancing up at mingi to see if he’d wake up. seeing his face was the best part of the entire thing.

you heard mingi groan and sit up. he throws the covers off of you, hips bucking slightly due to the feeling.

“y/n…” he moans softly, jolting when you took him down your throat again. “y-y/n, please…”

“please what, prince?” you say as you take him out your mouth, stroking him at the same pace.

“p-please let me inside you,” mingi spoke quietly as if he was embarrassed. you move from under the covers and take off your sleep shorts, pushing your underwear to the side and lining him up. luckily just sucking him off had you wet.

“you’re so nice, asking politely, babyboy.” you don’t bother prepping yourself, since you were already wet, and slide down on him. you moan softly feeling him stretch you out as usual. no matter how many times you two did this, you never got used to his size.

“mingi, fuck, you’re so big…” you say as he places his arm on your waist. “y-you’re so good to me, fuck.”

you began grinding your hips. mingi reached for your hand and you happily grabbed it, intertwining your fingers as you rode him. the sounds he makes while inside of you only made you wanna go faster. you smile and lean forward, kissing the tip of his nose while grinding faster.

“you like that, pretty?” you whisper. mingi nods in response and grips your hips, choking on his moans as his eyes shut tightly. his jaw hung while feeling your heat on him. he already felt like cumming.

“p-please, faster…” he moans and you oblige, grinding your hips faster. he moaned louder than before and tilts his head back.

“s-so close, i’m so so so close. l-let me cum, p-please!”

mingi’s moans become shallow as he feels his orgasm nearing. his hands dropped from your waist onto the bed as he held the bed sheets tightly, his thighs trembling as he tried his hardest not to cum too fast. he wanted to last long for you. though unfortunately, he couldn’t.

“fuck! so good—s-so good, please, p-please don’t st-stop!” he moaned louder. choking on his moans until he let go inside of you. he grips the bed sheets the tightest he could, his cock twitching inside of you.

but you didn’t stop. you kept grinding on him, positioning your hips a different way so you could bounce on him. his eyes roll to the back of his head when you continued moving on his sensitive cock.

“w-wai—fuckfuckfuck, t-too much!” mingi cried, lurching forward and pressing his face into your chest. you stroked his hair gently and giggle, moaning after.

“it’s okay, y-you did so good, baby. j-just let me cum…”

WOOYOUNG switch!woo ⟨ toys, praising and light degrading, unprotected sex, choking, pet names ⟩

with a hand wrapped around your neck, it only added onto the constant pleasure you felt from wooyoung slamming his hips against yours, his cock moving in and out of your heat. he loved being able to fuck you while seeing your facial expressions change. his favorite one was when your face would scrunch up.

“y/n, this…” he takes a breath. “t-this cockring is making it hard—to not cum.”

“y-you fucking whore, don’t you dare.” you place your hands on his shoulders, wrapping your legs around his waist and locking him in. he moved his hips faster, groaning in your ear.

“please, i need to cum.” wooyoung chokes. “please please please, fuck, i-i’ve been nothing but go-good to you today! come onnnn!”

“y-you’re such a fucking brat—“ your sentence was cut off when wooyoung tightened his grip around your neck. the both of you were equally bratty, getting on each other’s nerves so the other would get mad. and it always ended with punishments. of course, you were punishing wooyoung all the time since he was a brat 24/7.

today, you had messed up. purposely grinding on his friend at a party to spite him. wooyoung didn’t want to embarrass you at the party, and instead, waited for the two of you to return home so he could fuck you senseless. you couldn’t explain how happy you’d get whenever you knew he was domming you.

“look at you,” he growls quietly. “my favorite whore.” he kissed your jaw, moaning immensely loud when he felt his orgasm nearing.

“p-put me on my stomach.” you held onto his wrist and he obliged, pulling out and flipping your body over. he shoved his cock back inside of you and placed his hand on your back, pushing you down further and keeping his hands on your waist.

“y-y/n, fuck, you feel good,” wooyoung groaned as he fucked you from behind, hands pressing you down into the pillow and muffling your moans. as much as you liked taking control, wooyoung manhandling you and making you take him had you in a chokehold.

“f-fuck, f-faster woo!” you moan into the pillow. wooyoung sped his hips up without hesitation, making sure to hit every spot he knew would have you trembling underneath him. he reaches down and wraps a hand around your neck, squeezing lightly as he pulled you up.

“i’m g-gonna—fuck,” he stutters, hips smacking against yours. “y-y/n, let me cum in you, p-please..”

“p-please, woo…” you moan and he does so, spilling his load inside of you and moaning in your ear. god, he knew what he was doing. his thrusts slowed until they stopped completely. he pulls out, tired and lightheaded.

wooyoung sat, pushing his hair out of his face while he tried catching his breath. you were doing the same, panting and slowly sitting up. your legs felt like jello every time wooyoung fucked you and you loved it.

while he wasn’t paying attention, you back up and sit back down on his cock, which was still erect. wooyoung flinches and immediately placed his hand on your waist.

“i-i just came, y/n—“

“shh,” you start grinding your hips slowly, moaning loudly every time you moved. wooyoung’s nails dug into your skin as you moved. this was a new sensation, a feeling mixed with pain and pleasure and he loved it.

“you did so good, baby. you’re my babyboy” you shudder. “j-just g-give me one more.”

“f-fuck,” woo was squirming underneath you, his cock twitching inside of you. he squealed at one point, hand flying to your thigh to grip it.

“i-i’m gonna cum again, y-y/n slow d-down!” he begs, but in full honesty, wooyoung didn’t want you to slow down. if anything he wanted you to keep riding him as if he were a useless fucktoy, and that’s what you did. you kept riding him.

“y-you know you fucking love it, you whore.” you hissed, moaning when his tip brushed against your g-spot. “g-give me one more and i’ll stop.”

JONGHO sub!jongho ⟨ light choking, toys, pet names, praising, unprotected sex ⟩

jongho is so shy in the bedroom, and it’s only because he cums too fast. he feels embarrassed but you love it. how red his face gets whenever he cums, and how his body would tremble because of the sensations he felt.

tonight, all you wanted to do was take care of him.

“jongie~, it’s okay, relax.” you smile against his cheek as you moved the pocket pussy up and down his cock. he leans into your hold, fingers wrapped around your wrist while he tried holding his moans back.

“jongho, it’s okay. you can moan,” you whisper against his forehead, continuing your movements. jongho tilts his head back and gulps. not a single thought went through his mind.

“jongiee?” you coo. he opens his eyes and looks at you, biting his lip with shaking hips. he must’ve been pent up for days for him to be acting like this.

“a-am i doing…a g-good job?” he whispers. “i-i wanna be good, please.”

“you’re doing so good, jongie. are you ready for me?”

jongho nods his head quickly. you slow your movements down before stopping completely and taking the pocket pussy off of him. you sit it on the bed next to you and slowly move onto his lap. he was so out of it, chest heaving up and down quickly with beads of sweat running down his forehead.

“jongho, look at me.” you hold his chin gently. you lift his head and he looks at you, eyelids puffy and his cheeks flushed pink.

“i’m gonna go down, okay?” you caress his cheek gently. he nods and you line him up, sinking down onto his length with a breath moan leaving you. for a shy boy like him, you didn’t expect his body to carry something as big as this.

“you’re so big, cub.” you moan as you begin bouncing up and down on his cock. you run your fingers up and down his body as you did so. your touch was light, delicate. jongho felt the tips of your fingers dance along his skin as his breath hitched in his throat, his back arching because of your heat on his cock.

he felt like his head was spinning. small moans leaving his parted lips and shockwaves running up and down his spine with every movement of his hips. god, jongho could stay like this forever with your soft skin on his.

“jongie, you with me?” you speak softly. he whimpered in response, but that wasn’t what you were looking for. “words, jongie.”

“good,” he gasps. “s-so good.”

“are you gonna cum?” you ask as your hand moves up his chest and attaches itself to his neck, squeezing lightly but not enough to actually cut off his airways.

“y-yes,” he thrusted his hips once. “c-can i…can i m-move?”

“of course, cub.”

jongho holds onto your hips and pulls you down a bit, now putting his arms around your back and beginning to buck his hips up. his cock went in and out of you smoothly due to your wetness. you loved how gentle he was being.

“i-is this good? do i n-need to go deeper?” his ears perk up. his pretty, glossy eyes. similar to a dolls eyes. you shake your head and lean down further until your chest met his. he runs his hands up and down your back as he continued thrusting, cursing under his breath.

“jongie~” you whine. he was so in love with the way you sounded whenever you two had sex. jongho didn’t really moan, and you never understood why. whenever he did moan, he sounded adorable. was he embarrassed? there was nothing to be embarrassed about, so you were confused.

“a-are you close?” he bites his lip and thrusts harder. “please cum, p-please. i-i’m so close, i just wanna—fuck fuck fuck, i need—i’m gonna,”

jongho couldn’t even finish his sentence before spilling his load inside of you, his hips stuttering and his cock pulsing inside of you due to the power of his climax. he pushes his face into your chest, finally letting out a loud moan when he released. but for some reason, he wanted more.

“m-more, please baby, more,” he continues thrusting his hips, hands immediately clawing onto your body as his thrusts were way faster than before.

“my pretty baby,” you kiss his forehead. he whimpers from the nickname and continues his movements. he could see white dots hazing his vision when the overstimulation got to his head, his thighs beginning to shake as his thrusts slowed down.

“you did so well for me, jongie.”

[justaaveragereader]

Devil In Disguise

Pairing: Choi San x Reader

Word Count: 4.7k

Genre: Smut, Dom!Reader x Sub!Choi San

Warnings⛔️: Unprotected Sex (Don’t Do That), Cream Pie, Choking, Oral (Receiving), Infidelity, Sub!San, Dom!Reader, ManEater Reader, Rough Sex, Degrading, Spanking, Pussy Whipped San, Manipulation, Now If I Missed Anything, Let Me Know👀😚!

NSFW & Warnings Under Cut - Minors DNI!!!🔞

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You made men and women fall to your feet. Face of an angel, truly. Some think you floated down from heaven. To pure be dating Jung Wooyoung.

You were sitting on Wooyoungs lap as he laughed at another one of Jonghos jokes, the bass from the music slightly annoying you. Your arm thrown around the back of his neck playing with the hairs on the end of his hairline while letting your eyes shift around the room taking in your surroundings.

Wooyoungs hands dangerously drifted down to your thigh, giving it a tight squeeze causing you to slightly wince. Just as you were about to give Wooyoung a piece of your mind, everyone started to hoot and holler. The man of the hour finally entered the room, going on a alcohol run before he was even able to be at the party.

“San-Ah!” Yeosang shouted, excited to see the extra additions of alcohol more than he was to see San.

He was gorgeous, broad shoulders, pink pretty plush lips, a smile that could make a woman drop to her knees. A successful career, he was the full package. Everyone wanted a man like Choi San. You wanted a man like Choi San.

Placing the additional alcohol on a small table near the kitchen, you watch the way his arms flex as he lifts the bags. Muscles just bulging. You are smooth in the way you shift your gaze around, making sure not to spend too long ogling at the man. Your fingers continue to play in Wooyoungs hair. Your gaze shifts over to his other friends. Jeong Yunho, tall and handsome, big doe eyes, and you are sure he’s big somewhere else. You’ve caught him a couple times checking you out but he’s never seemed to notice the lingering gaze you’d have on him. Then there is Choi Jongho, strong strapping Choi Jongho, hands and thighs that could make a woman cry. You had seen him smush a melon in half with his bare hands. You wanted to suck the melon juice off of his fingers but you never teetered that line.

Kim Hongjoong, while he was quite mysterious he was always busy, you never knew much about him besides he worked hard as a producer, he was subtle with his sex appeal but he still had some, a sex appeal you always wanted to explore. Then came the groups oldest, Park Seonghwa, innocent by day, demon by night, you and Wooyoung let him stay at your apartment for the weekend one time, his eyes shifted and shaded you so often. When Woo would leave you’d put extra sway in your hips so you could feel his stare on you. Still believing that you were too “innocent”, to “naive” to be with a man like Jung Wooyoung. If only they knew…

Then you had Kang Yeosang, you could feel his gaze on you when you were alone. You loved to lock eyes with him, it was like a game of domination, waiting to see who would break eye contact first, ten out of ten it was always him who broke it. He’d get so tense, so flustered at your gaze. It was a victory to know you had Wooyoungs best friend in a permanent state of being flustered. Last but not least you had Song Mingi, you were convinced life blessed him with that height and body to make up for the dominance he lacked in the bedroom, once while alone, in a tipsy state he hit on you, not expecting you to meet his gaze and to make him fold faster than you could fold a piece of paper, behind those bold eyes of his, was just a simple submissive man. What a pity.

You always wanted to take a dip into what Choi San would be like, his soft dimpled smile, his kind gestures. It was hard to believe him and Wooyoung were best friends. You loved Wooyoung but the “being in love” phase was long gone. Looking at it now, you were curious as to if there was ever a “love” phase for him from your end. Your friends called you a maneater and did you love it. You had a face a naive man would trust, your actions always proved otherwise.

Wooyoung loves you, yet you knew he wasn’t in love with you. He didn’t want to leave you, he knew he could do no better. Where would he find arm candy like you? He never caught on to the sexual tension between you and his friends, yea he knew they found you hot, but what he didn’t know is that you lived for their burning stare. One stare in particular, Choi San.

There he was making his way towards the friend group, your nails slightly scraping at the skin on the back of Wooyoungs neck. Big dimpled smile on display, you wanted to ruin him in more ways than one.

“Come sit by me!” Wooyoung squeaked, patting the area on the couch cushion beside him, trying his best to be heard over the loud bass. Dodging his way over people's feet, making sure not to step on anyone he happily takes a seat. Eyes crushed into beautiful crescent moons.

“Hey Y/n! Are you enjoying yourself?” He asks sitting down, two bottles of water, and a bottle of Soju for Wooyoung. You smile back politely, fingers pausing before your hand rakes down Wooyoungs chest reaching out for the other water bottle.

“You always throw a big party! I thought this was supposed to be small?” You speak through a chuckle, looking around at the house full of people, a small get together that turned into a full house. Cracking the cap off the soju Wooyoung guzzles down some of the clear liquid. Hand on your thigh, rubbing small circles in your skin, his eyes boar around the place while you see Sans eyes flicker to the gesture before letting out a small cough and looking around the room.

“It was supposed to be…but someone, I’m not going to name any names, told everyone about it.”

“The more the merrier San-Ah. Learn how to live!”

“It’s my get together yet I was on an alcohol run before it started, how is that possible?”

Wooyoung shrugs his shoulders while letting out a laugh, his hand coming to shove Sans shoulder. You could feel the love between them, between all the members. They truly were a family unit. How nice.

San could feel you staring at him, you were like a temptress. He knew deep down you were no good, yet he wanted you in various ways. He wanted you mentally, physically, emotionally, he wanted you forever.

You gaze was like fire, his skin was nothing but gasoline, you sparked him up every time you were near. Your perfume alone made him rock hard, his hands fiddle with the water bottle. Barely hearing anything that Wooyoung is saying, the soju runs its course through Woo making him more chatty than usual. Clearly getting tipsy he starts antagonizing Jongho, saying he can clearly drink him under the rug.

Letting out a small chuckle you stand up so that Wooyoung can make his way over to Jongho to continue the argument, and to show Jongho that his quote on quote “Hyung can drink him into the grave.” You and San watch the banter that goes on. Letting out a small chuckle you are staring straight but eye him up out of the corner of your eye. A smirk tugging on your lips. A hand coming up to the back of his hairline, running your nails across it, you see him break out into goosebumps. Your cool fingertips beyond enticing to him.

“Mind telling me where the bathroom is Sannie? You know I always forget.”

You can hear him gulp, you both are most likely the most sober at the party. You know where the bathroom is but you loved to play cat and mouse with him.

Nodding his head, he turns his head to throw a glance at the hallway that the bathroom is by. A smile graces your face, teeth on full display for him. You stand up, adjusting your pants just so he can have a show as you walk to Wooyoung to tell him you are going to be back, you are just headed to the restroom. To wrapped up in the drinking game all the members except San is playing, he brushes you off.

You know he’s looking, you can feel his gaze on your ass. Making your way towards the restroom that’s located in Sans room, not the one that’s located in the bathroom. Freshening up a bit, because you know you will be getting laid tonight, it’s just a matter of fact who it will be.

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Just as you are going to open the bathroom door you hear sounds of movement on the other. Worried it’s two people fucking in Sans room you try to ease the door open to be surprised by it being San. Alone, in his bedroom, sporting a hard bulge in his pants. He was mouthwatering. With a firm hand he grabs himself, trying to ease some tension. Your eyes lift over to his door, seeing that it’s locked. Oh. So he did come in here for some special alone time.

You let out a small chuckle, causing San to quickly whip around, both hands now covering his thick hard on that can be easily seen through his pants. You see the flush on his face travel from his face to his neck. You wonder if his cock will be flushed the same way he is.

“Y-Y/N! I didn’t know you were here!” He squeaks out, voice layered with nerves.

You lean up against the door frame of the bathroom, arms crossing under your chest to have your tits poke out a bit more, his eyes flicker to your cleavage shamelessly, what a man.

“The other bathroom was occupied. I thought you wouldn’t mind if I used yours.” Your voice drips out, thicker than honey. You swear you see his eyes swirl with lust. Eyeing him up and down like he was candy. You could visibly see him gulp. Making your way over to where he was seated, standing in front of his open legs with his hands still covering his bulge. Your fingers lightly brush over his broad shoulders. His body does a noticeable shiver.

“My, my, my Choi San. Still as handsome as ever.” You whisper out, a clear smirk on your face, lips stretching into a grin.

San felt his knees buckle, this was wrong he shouldn’t be doing this, Wooyoung was his best friend. You were his bestfriends girlfriend, the ultimate forbidden fruit. Nodding his head at your words. His eyes glued to the floor. Trying to not grab the forbidden fruit that waves in front of his face.

“Thank you.” He slowly says, voice barely above a whisper. You can see his cock slightly twitch with each word that drops out of your mouth.

“You shouldn’t be here.” He whispers again, hands still trying to hide his jumping bulge.

Your fingers come up to play with the shirt that is being stretched by his wide shoulders. Your touch felt like fire on his ice body. He lets out a small whimper. If he made noises like that just based on your small touch, what would happen when his cock was stuffed inside you?

“I was just using the restroom Sannie, no harm in that. Unless…” you drift off at the end of your sentence. His eyes looking up at you, he swore he saw doves fly from around your head, and a light shine. They did say that the devil was once the most beautifulest angel.

“Unless what..?”

“Unless you don’t want me here, I can g-.”

“No!” He quickly speaks out, noticing your eyes grow hooded. Gaze feeling like you’ve caught a mouse in your trap. Clearing his throat he speaks up.

“I mean…what I meant was…if you needed the restroom by all means, please use it.”

Your fingers dance down his chest, nails scraping over his pecks. God, what a hunk.

“I don’t think we should be doing this…what about Wooyoung? What would he think?” He whispers out, trying to hold onto any morals he had left, you haven't even done much but yet he was withering away.

“I don’t know Sannie, you tell me. What would he think? He is your best friend, isn’t he?” You whisper out, hand now getting dangerously lower. As your fingers graze over his goosebump littered body he lets out a whimper.

“I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to do. If you want me to go, I’ll go.” You lift your hands off of him, grazing a piece of his pants, your fingers feeling over his bulge. Taking a step back, his hand shoots out to grab your hips, not letting you step back any further. He’s biting his lip so much it’ll start bleeding any second. Bringing your thumb up to his lips you pull his bottom lip out. Running the pad of your thumb over it. His eyes bore up at you, unshed tears in his eyes. Was it shame/guilt making him feel this way? Or was it his undying desire for his bestfriends girlfriend?

“I want you so bad, I’ve always wanted you so bad Y/N.” He whimpers out, unshed tears now falling down his face. Your pussy clenched at the sight. You truly were making this man go against all his morals. Seonghwa did say once that San never betrays. Guess that was a lie. Everyone always has their own price.

Your fingers rake through his dark locks. Cooing at him, bringing his head to your stomach to let him cry. The light scratch at his scalp was driving him insane. Opening his legs further so you could stand in between them. You could feel his throbbing member on your own leg. God, he was blessed.

His hands start to roam your lower body, hesitating before slowly running down the side of your hips, circling back to grab two handfuls of your ass. You let out a small hum. Enjoying his strong hands on your body. His cologne flooding your nostrils now. Running your hands down to the back of his shirt you grab it, pulling his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. Stepping back as far as you could with his hands holding onto your hips. You can finally ogle at his body, he was built like a literal God.

Nails raking down his chest, leaving red angry lines on his skin. Tossing his head back, he groans out. Hands still full of your ass, he pulls you closer to him, so close you wind up knocking him back, his body hitting the mattress while you fall on top of him. One arm keeps you held up, while your other arm is braced against his chest. You grip his chin lightly, pulling him back into reality. Bringing your lips down you push your soft lip gloss coated lips against his. Licking his bottom lip you pull away, his hand shoots up to the back of your head pulling you back in, he couldn’t settle for that swift peck you gave him. He was needy, he needed you now, he needed you yesterday, he needed you when you agreed to be an item with his best friend. The kiss starts out hot, his tongue crashing against yours in a frenzy, trying to soak all of you in.

Groaning into the kiss, his hands roam all over your body, tugging at the clothes you are wearing. The way he’s pulling on them you'd assume he was trying to shred them to pieces. The kiss gets needier, teeth starting to clash, lips starting to wander to necks. Your fingers lightly tug on his hair, letting out a groan, you can feel his cock twitch at the tug. Smiling to yourself you pull back, pulling your shirt over your head. You swear you saw his eyes almost bug out. Grabbing his hands from your ass you stand up, pulling your pants along with your panties down. Foreplay in your eyes was over. You came here for one thing, and one thing only. Dick.

His eyes don’t know where to look, it’s all happening so fast, palming himself over his pants he lets out a small hiss. He’s rock hard, worried he might shoot his load if you even touch him with your naked body.

Unbuttoning his pants, cock begging to be free. He sits up, shimming his pants down, boxers still on. Doing nothing to hide his throbbing member. Your mouth moistens, oh how you want to shove his cock down your throat. Your hand runs delicately over his peck before pushing him back down so he’s laying flat on his back, sitting on his legs right before his cock so you can get a good look at all of him. His eyes bore up at you, as if you were playing God. Your nails run down the outline of his cock. Causing his whole body to shiver, grabbing your hand lightly, you look up at him amused.

“What’s wrong baby? Are you going to cum already?” You say through a pout, sarcasm thick in your voice. His chest flushed red again, beginning to pant, he nods his head quickly. Any form of verbal communication he has right now, has left the room.

You grab his cock through his boxers causing his hips to jerk up. Any other time he would’ve been embarrassed by how much a woman had affected him but the girl of his dreams was sitting on him in her bra, bare wet pussy on display for him. How could he care?

Tugging on the band of his boxers letting it snap against his skin, he lets out a moan. A smirk grows on your face. Tugging on the band, you let it snap against him again. Smirk growing by each pathetic moan he lets out. You rub the irritated skin where the band snapped against. Getting up off his legs, crawling on the side of him, tossing your leg over his chest, ass in his face, pussy on his chest. Looking back at him he’s staring at your core like it’s dessert. You push his boxers down letting his thick cock spring free, wet patches coat the boxers.

Bending over you blow on the head of his cock, earning a small whine from him. Arching your back so he has full access to your dripping cunt. You give his slit a lick, smearing his precum around. His hands jolt to your hips, trying to stabilize himself before he can even get a taste of you. Licking his lips he spreads your ass cheeks open to get a better view of your cunt. Eyes rolling back almost immediately, you were dripping.

Darting his tongue he instantly latches on to your clit. Causing you to let out a moan. His silky tongue runs along your folds, dipping into your hole, groaning at the way you taste, he sticks his tongue as far as it can go into you. Your mouth drops open, panting against his cock, trying your best to put it in your mouth but it’s hard when he's eating your pussy like it’s his last meal on earth. Just as you lock lips around the tip of him, his arms reach around to your upper body, right below your tits pulling you back to you were fully seated on his face. Your head falling back instantly. Giving your ass a harsh slap, he grabs both cheeks jiggling them while his face is buried into your cunt. Your body begins to clam up with sweat. The way he’s working your clit while thrashing his head back and forth has you ready to see another universe.

You begin bouncing on his face, causing him to groan, his neglected cock oozing with beads of pre cum. Hands still slapping your ass while keeping your cheeks spread so he could get full access to your pussy is driving you crazy. So wrapped up in the pleasure of bouncing on his face your orgasm approaches before you have time to even tell him, your back arches, fingernails digging into his thighs, surely to leave some marks. You do nothing to hide your loud moan as you reach climax. The poor people who pass by clearly know two people are in here fucking. But the thrill of them not knowing who is enticing. Slurping your juices down like he’s been deprived of fluids all his life. He fully understands why Adam and Eve ate that apple, forbidden fruit is so delicious.

Body feeling like a limp noodle you try your best to remain upright, his tongue still thrashing around your wet cunt causing you to let out small whimpers. Tossing your leg off of his chest, trying your hardest to pry him off of your pussy. Turning around so you are face to face with him, you run your thumb along his bottom lip, pulling down on it, he so easily submits to you, tongue rolling out , you spit into his mouth. You want him to feel as dirty as this situation is. You want him to bask in the delight of fucking you, yet you see him as easy. Fucking his best friends girlfriend, what a slut. As soon as you spit, it hits his tongue, letting out a moan, dick bobbing so hard you feel it brush the back of your thighs. Lining his cock up with your sopping entrance you slowly slide down his shaft. Giving your hips an experimental roll, his hands shoot down to your hips, causing them to stop.

His eyes scrunched shut, panting heavily, toes instantly in a curl position. Cooing at his disarrayed state you run your fingers down the sides of his face. You already got yours, you are being nice enough to let him get his.

“You're going to cum already baby? Is my cunt so good that one bounce in and you are going to come undone?” You chuckle. Lifting your hips slightly before slamming back down causing his whole body to jerk, his back arches off the bed. Shooting his load deep into you. His heavy panting filled the warm room. His eyes are squeezed tight, too lost in the feeling of his orgasm. Did you just turn Choi San into a minute man…?

You chuckle before you pick yourself up and start bouncing swiftly on his cock, his toes curl in an instant. Your warm wet walls wrapped his clock with so much ease. Hugging him tight each time you shifted up. Overstimulation causing him to whimper out your name in a whiny voice. His hands drop to your ass, holding onto it for dear life. As you bounce up and down slamming your cunt onto him, you place your hands onto his chest, getting better leverage to fuck your self on him. Bringing your face down to his lips lightly brushing over his plump moist ones.

“Am I fucking you good San-Ah?” You say with a crooked smile on your face. He looks fucked out already, his eyes twinkling under the room light.

You are bouncing with determination, cracking his eyes open to get a better look at you, he sees the crazed look in your eyes. You truly are the devil.

“Oh my fucking god.” He moans out, drool starting to pour from the side of his mouth. You wrap a hand around his neck. Giving it a slight squeeze, causing him to place his feet on the bed, trying his best to thrust up into you, he couldn’t get enough of your cunt. If he could be buried into it all the time, he would. His sloppy thrust trying to meet your heavy bouncing. Each time you go down you can feel your wetness leaking down his cock, dropping down to his balls. His own inner thighs become moist with your juices.

“Whose fucking you this good baby?” You groan out against his neck, placing sloppy kisses along his collar bone. While one hand remained firm on his thick neck. It was the ultimate power move. He was beneath you, quite figuratively and literally. Making sure not to leave any marks. He wasn’t yours to claim.

“You are!” He whimpers out, hand coming down to crack against your ass. While he holds the other ass cheek, lifting you up and down so you could ride him harder and faster.

“That’s right baby…I am fucking you this good.”

You pant out into his ear, tongue darting out to lick the skin close to his ear. Your cool tongue on him pushes him over the edge. Both his hands now jack hammering you up and down his cock. You let him freely bounce you around like you are a rag doll. Not even caring if you come this second time around. You let him freely use you.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” He loudly groans out. Eyes squeezed shut, toes curling harder, his head tossed back. It’s such a shame Wooyoung asked you out first. If you had known San looked like an absolute god while cumming you would’ve turned down Wooyoungs offer to go public. His hips jerk one last time while he slams you down onto him, your cunt clenches as soon as you feel his same load shoot deep into you. Core muscles flexing because of how hard he came, finally relaxes. His body falls to a limp in an instant. You stand up slowly easing off his cock, you both let out a small hiss. As you stand onto your feet, his cum instantly starts to ooze out of you. Waddling over to the bathroom, you try to clean yourself up the best way possible. Not offering him any pillow talk or aftercare. You got what you came for.

Walking back into the bedroom you see San with his eyes still blissfully shut, cock now softening. Picking your clothes up off the floor you pulled your panties back on, your pants following behind. San sat up in bed, seeing you shuffle around to toss on your clothes.

“Where are you going?” He pants out, still in complete awestruck of the mind blowing orgasm you gave him.

You chuckle to yourself, shaking your head slightly while throwing your shoes back on.

“I’m going back to the party, Sannie. Can’t lay in bed with you all night now.” You get up correcting your smudged lip gloss and sweated out mascara. He bores his eyes into the back of your head. Feeling his heart snap into two. He didn’t know what was eating him more. Guilt, or sadness. You coo at San, making your way over to the side of the bed he was currently on. Placing both hands on his face, mushing his lips together.

“Sannie my love, did you think we were going to lay here and cuddle? What would Wooyoung think? Isn’t that what you told me before? Your best friend Wooyoung.” Your sticky lip glossed lips peck him quickly. Drawing away to fast for his liking.

“But I’m in love with you..” He squeaks out through squished cheeks. A heavy blush coating his chest and cheeks. Not even caring that you brought up Woo. You plagued his mind. You laugh loudly, the mockery vibrating off of the walls. You kiss his nose before standing up making your way to exit the bedroom.

“I’m in love with you too Sannie, in love with you just like I’m in love with Wooyoung.” You say through a chuckle.

“But sometimes love just doesn’t cut it anymore Sannie.” You say unlocking the door and twisting the knob.

“If it makes you feel better, your cock was amazing. That was ‘in love’ worthy sex right there.” As you stepped out of the room the sound of your shoes echoed through the empty hall. Not caring if anyone saw you leaving Sans room. You follow the loud music back to the living room where your boyfriend awaited you. You could feel the music carrying you.

“You doing anything to keep her by your side

Because she says she love you, love you long

Time, she’s a maneater, make you work hard,

Make you spend hard, make you want all of her

Love, she’s a maneater.

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A/N: When I tell y’all the amount of times I had Maneater by Nelly Furtado on repeat should be illegal💀. This song was and still is my shiiiiittttt! I love reading about maneater women bc like periodddd! Had him pussywhipped so early on. Anyways I hope you all enjoy this one💕👏🏼!

[imrllytootiredforthis]

just thinking abt how pretty wooyoung is

about grabbing his chin roughly, just the way he likes it and pulling him in with a smirk before slotting your lips against his

kissing him sloppily, messily.

biting at his lips and sucking on his tongue, fingers digging into his skin so hard that he moans before shoving him off of you and turning on your heel,

leaving him dazed, his eyes hazy and his chin soaked with a mix of both of your spit.

before he shakes his head and chases after you like a dutiful puppy to his owner.

[swallowedbymadness]

「 ✦ so good at being bad ✦ 」

Pairing: dom!wooyoung x sub!fem!reader

Genre: ⛓️ smutty smut smuttttttt ⛓️

Summary: Wooyoung surprises you with a pretty little gift one night.

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: I HAVE RETURNED FROM THE DEPTHS OF COLLEGE HELL. Not really bc spring semester just started. BUT. I am here with some plotless smut for you. If you’ve read my writing before, you know I love a good romance. But honestly, this video has been rotting my brain for a solid month and it has inspired this little fic. 🫠 also I firmly believe we need more dom woo bc he gives off this vibe at times and it’s not praised enough. You cannot change my mind.

18+ content, so please, minors DNI. Enjoy! 🤍

Warnings: bdsm - restraints, collar (called a choker for the most part), pet names (fr - baby & darling), a tiny bit of throat grabbing, and jung wooyoung bc he himself is a whole warning. 😵‍💫

Proofread: Yes! But you already know…if you see a mistake, no you don’t. Proofread this at like 6am so no guarantees lol

‘How the hell did I end up here?’ You found yourself wondering as you listened intently to a story that you wouldn’t normally find interesting, but for some reason it was tonight. Probably because of who was telling it. Your eyes were lost in dark pools of chocolate as you listened to the man sitting directly across from you as he was animatedly telling you about his day. Your head was resting in your hand and your heart was slowly pounding uncomfortably in your chest as you watched the way he got so submerged in his tellings.

You were sitting prettily at the breakfast bar inside of the loft that belonged to who was supposed to be a one night stand ages ago. However, there were now candles burning, music playing lowly in the background and two almost empty wine glasses sitting in front of you under the simply lit lights that hung above the two of you.

‘Yeah…’ you thought. ‘This definitely turned into something…more.’ You tried recalling where exactly your heart took over your logic of the situation. Was it when he asked you how you liked your coffee the next morning after a quickie the night prior? Was it when he actually kept his word and called you the next day? Or maybe it was the date he asked to take you on so he could get to know you on a level more than physical. Either way, you couldn’t pinpoint the moment you started associating his eyes to milk chocolate or remembering that his hair smelled like pears. Or even when you had started adoring the mole under his eye. You had no idea, but it threw you into a mild sense of panic when you caught yourself staring at him for longer than you should, and the way his finger shocked you when he reached for your hand while walking you home after date number three.

It was a lot to take in.

You didn’t think you would ever in a million years be caught up with someone like Jung Wooyoung. He was classy and dripping with solid gold sex appeal. He carried himself so elegantly and was anything but innocent like the picture his eyes liked to paint. He was a lion, and he had sought you out as his prey one night at the rooftop bar you never attended prior to your friend’s birthday party in the spring. It was there that he showed up, and when he noticed you it was like he had a target painted on you because he would not look away. He ended up buying you a drink and how could you refuse such charm when he offered you a good time that evening?

The one lesson you learned that evening was that it was not going to be your last night moaning his name in ecstasy against his black silk sheets with the city’s skyline glowing in from his floor to ceiling windows. No…you quickly learned the one thing about Jung Wooyoung that had you baited like a fish on a hook the moment his feline eyes set in on you. The man was insatiable, and you would give him exactly what he craved — you.

He couldn’t get enough of you after that, this you convinced yourself of. And if you had any doubts prior to now, they were long gone by now. The memory of how he groaned as he licked you clean after making a mess of his face while his tongue was buried deep inside your walls. Especially when you recalled how you writhed underneath him when his fingers danced along your overstimulated clit before plunging deep inside you to make you feel so so full. It was a constant that replayed in your head like a rerun.

“Everything okay?” His teasing voice snapped you out of the memory and brought you back to the breakfast bar. You repositioned on top of your stool uncomfortably once you felt your panties damp and walls throbbing at the vivid memory.

“Oh, yeah. I’m good.” You took a sip of your drink, welcoming the bitter taste on your tongue as a temporary distraction to prevent your thoughts from wandering again.

“You sure? Thought I lost you for a minute there.” His coy smile lured a faint blush out and to dust along your cheeks.

“I’m right here.” You confirmed, swallowing as you took him all in when he nodded and stood up from his stool. You were too nervous earlier to really take a good look at him and really see him.

He looked absolutely sinful in his black skin-tight suit pants clinging to him like they were painted on. He had a gorgeous high neck black lace blouse tucked into them, leaving nothing to the imagination. The silver dangling from his ears shined in the moonlight coming in through his window with the dazzling light of the moon that was watching over you. You had to tell yourself not to stare at the birth mark on his bottom lip for too long.

An impossible task, really.

“I got you something.” He had walked over to a table just behind his couch and picked up a present wrapped to perfection. He set it down in front of you, his eyes soft but full of something dark as he watched you open the black box that was decorated with red ribbon ties around it. You could feel the desire he felt for you in the air; it was tense and your heart picked up its pace at the sight of what was in the box. “Do you like it?” He’d asked. “I thought you would look absolutely radiant in them.”

You couldn’t answer right away, your mouth going dry and the heat beginning to build in the pit of your stomach as butterflies swarmed manically in your chest.

“They’re beautiful. But what is all this for?” You definitely could not miss how the lace trimmed collar matched the blouse that adorned his chest.

“Oh I think you know.”

“Well, I know what their functionality is, but why did you-” before you could finish, Wooyoung slid the box away from you and in front of himself. With a twirl of his finger, he motioned you to turn around. You swiveled yourself around on top of the stool you sat upon, the confusion still showing across your features as you heard the faint clanking of the dainty chains in the box.

“Because,” you stared at the wall in front of you and felt the palm of his hand splay over your throat, his hand barely squeezing to get your heart pumping and the arousal in your abdomen start vibrating. Wooyoung took his other hand and placed the choker around your neck and fastened it from the back for you.

“You already look so beautiful underneath me,” he began, his hands making their way to the sleeves of your dress and pulling them down until it was halfway off. He stared down at your breasts, your nipples hardening as the heat between your legs intensified with the way his hands felt against your bare skin. That fueled the demon, it woke the beast inside, and he suddenly felt that insatiable hunger take over.

“But I just couldn’t help myself…” he yanked on the chain a bit to prompt you to turn yourself around again. “Black really is your color, darling.” His eyes locked in on the choker that was now adorning your neck and you saw his nostrils flare. “My god…You’re breathtaking.” He proclaimed under his breath, but you weren’t sure if it was said intentionally to you or if it was a break in his dominating presence.

His fingers trailed down your sternum and feather light caresses were given along the underside of your breasts. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours softly, allowing you two to get a good pace going before expertly slipping his tongue past your eager lips. The first taste of you in his tongue sent him into an animalistic frenzy, groaning into your mouth and the taste of the wine that lingered on your tongue was enough to get him drunk on you.

His hands reached your hips, pulling you flush against his chest and pressing your back into the counter as one hand began making art on your side with his nails — the scratches deep enough to cause the skin to puff and turn a slight angry shade of red, but not enough to inflict any pain.

‘Just enough to claim’ he thought, the obsessive observation not allowing him to think about anything else until he noticed your dress was still hiding you from him.

This wouldn’t do.

He pushed the remainder of the dress down until it hit the floor and you stepped out of it, flinging it out of sight with your foot. His mouth never left your body while his hand reached behind you to grab hold of the two black leather cuffs and bring them between the two of you. He broke his lips apart from yours and saw how blown out your eyes had become just from kissing him. He knew his devilish smirk wouldn’t be missed by you, no matter what state you were in mentally right now.

“Do you trust me?” His voice was barely a whisper as he looked down at the leather in his hands and then back up at you while holding the sultriest gaze. You nodded slowly, your breath beginning to pick up as you felt a spike of adrenaline kick in out of pure excitement. He grinned, taking one of your wrists delicately into his hand and securing one of the cuffs around it.

Once both were secured and your wrists were bound in front of you, he tugged gently at the chain on your choker and twirled you back around slowly, pressing your nearly naked form against the cold countertop. You felt him bend over you, pressing himself against you and completely caging you in with his arms. You heard him inhale sharply when his front pressed up against your ass, the stiffness in his trousers obvious now.

“Ready for this?” He purred into your ear, his lips ghosting your lobe teasingly while his warm breath against the shell of your ear sent a cold shiver shooting down your spine causing the pit of your stomach to feel like boiling hot magma. You clenched your legs together, hoping the dampness between them wasn’t obvious but by the way he chuckled, you knew that was no longer possible.

You felt his fingers dancing lightly across your electrified skin, dragging up and down your arms until they reached your sides. You could hear his light panting between soft pecks to your exposed shoulder blades, his tongue slowly gliding along the skin over the protruding bone, followed by a bite into the plush flesh of your shoulder. You felt the way his body was being pressed against yours more and more as his mouth worked to paint his blank canvas beautiful shades of blues and purples from every love bite he created on your back. You relished in how he felt almost needy and just as desperate to be touching you as much as humanly possible. The need to claim your body as his was evident and it sent you into a hazy spiral.

The irresistible heat that had made your heart race a million miles a minute returned when you felt his weight against you. His chest being flush with your back as he rubbed himself shamelessly against your ass left you breathless, the heated weight of him on top of you and the chill of the marble underneath was intoxicatingly delicious.

You felt as his bulge quickly became fully grown and started pulsating — awaiting to be touched and aching for your attention. You were too lost in your own pleasure to even notice that he had started slowly grinding against your ass, small whimpers falling from his swollen lips as he kept you pinned to the counter, allowing the friction from his trousers to rub him just right.

You dared not look back in fear of what you would see. He was lost in the way you made his body feel, and you knew exactly how primal his features would look if you did.

The weight of him on you soon lessened as he started running his hands down your sides and soon his hands gripped each ass cheek, squeezing them a few times before his fingers hooked into the lace at your hips. You quickly felt his hot breath against your hip bone and his teeth graze the sensitive skin. He began pulling your panties down, and you finally found the courage to look down and saw him dragging the dainty lace down with his fingers and his teeth. Once they were at the floor, you felt a rush of heat sweep over your abdomen as the warmth began to pool from within, preparing to burst at the right moment…when he decided it was time.

You heard him hum, pleased at the sight in front of him. He was now on his knees, and he tapped your leg to get your attention.

“Turn around for me, pretty baby.” He cooed. You immediately turned yourself around and were met with his hungry eyes from below. He looked at your damp pussy and licked his lips, spreading your legs just enough to fit between them a little.

You leaned back against the counter and met with the hard marble again, this time not as cold from it being warmed up by you.

“I’ve been waiting to eat you up all day.” He growled before pulling your lips apart slowly and gliding his tongue along your slit agonizingly slow. When you felt the warm plush muscle glide across your already slick folds, you felt the sharp jab of arousal slam into your core and it knocked the wind out of you.

“Oh, Woo…” you couldn’t find it in you to finish the sentence you had just lost from the fog that took over your thoughts as your only focus was the sensational pleasure his mouth was giving you. Like a kitten, he licked and licked and licked in small flicks of his tongue on every sensitive spot he made a point of memorizing.

When his dark chocolate eyes met yours again, he was melting at the way his name spilled uncontrollably, desperately and monumentally from your lips. How it was caressed by drawn out moans, and the way your back arched against the dark grey marble swirls underneath your glistening skin. He tugged at the chain attached to your collar and pulled you forward so your core was pressing against his smirking mouth as it devoured you like a starved man. His flouncy hair hung low over his eyes as he made a meal out of you, the constant slurping noises and groans of approval vibrating against your sensitive skin made you dizzy. He reached a hand up and pulled on the silver chain again when he noticed you had become silent. A small yelp escaped from your agape mouth at the small tug against your neck.

“Wanna hear you, baby.” He pleaded against your pulsating core, his voice unassuming of what he was truly capable of. Wooyoung demanded your attention in all forms — he exuded an overwhelming amount of confidence that screamed sex, which had your cunt dripping since day one.

“Wanna hear you scream my name.” He cooed with his mouth full of you, his hazy eyes looking up at you half lidded as he worked you in every single way he had learned how.

Oh…fuck,” you cursed under your breath once he had slid two fingers inside of your saturated walls. The way you swallowed his fingers with a vice grip. “Woo please.” You whined as his fingers were slowly inserted and dragged back out agonizingly slow and rubbing against your rigid walls so deliciously. He pulled them out completely before repeating and eventually began to plunge in and out of you at a rapid pace, the heat overwhelming and having you ready to burst like a volcanic eruption.

“Louder.” He instructed, his voice low and demanding. He did not look up at you as he pounded his fingers deep into you and pulled them right back out, letting your walls clench around nothing before sucking his digits right back in again.

“Woo…” you felt the tears begin to form on your lash line with the familiar pleasure peaking in your abdomen. He pulled them back out and put them back in this time but only to the first knuckle, not moving and waiting. The orgasm you begged your body to unleash on you refused to wash over you when his fingers were not inside.

“I said louder!” He commanded, his fingers rubbing around the rim of your hole teasingly before he shoved his tongue deep into your cunt and started fucking you relentlessly.

“Oh my god, WOOYOUNG!” Your legs shook as you kept your back arched as you felt the tide come crashing down on you, a series of moans forcing themselves from your slack mouth. You felt like a thousand lightning bolts jolted through your entire body as you succumbed to him and melted into his touch. You didn’t care who heard you beyond the four walls that kept you two hidden from the world. You only cared about the man with his face buried deep in your pussy as he licked every last drop of cum that leaked from your stretched hole. Your fingers curled into his hair as you pushed yourself against him to ride your orgasm out on his tongue.

When you came back down from your high that lasted an eternity, you felt him chuckle against you as he allowed you to tremble and shake around him. In the midst of your high you didn’t realize you squeezed your thighs around his face and held him in place and you reached your peak.

“What…what are you laughing at?” You asked, sounding just as spent as you felt. He stood up from in between your legs and that’s when you saw the mess you made of his face, a knowing smirk adorning it as his eyes locked with yours.

Nothing…I’m just surprised is all.” He shrugged as he walked behind the counter into the kitchen and started dampening a washcloth. You hopped up to sit on the counter and waited for him to come back around.

“Surprised at what?” You leaned back a bit and your eyebrow shot up slightly while you waited for him to reply.

“I didn’t realize I would be getting a pair of earmuffs in the middle of summer.”

“What do you-” you paused, the light visibly flicking on above your head when you understood. “Oh my god!” You felt your cheeks heat up instantly at the realization. “Are you referring to…”

“The death grip you had on my face with your thighs? Oh I absolutely am.” He smiled teasingly as he crouched back down in front of you and started running the warm washcloth along your now heated skin as he cleaned you up. He wiped away what he couldn’t get with his mouth and was so gentle.

“I am…so…so sorry.” You leaned back embarrassed, covering your face with your hands and hoping you would just evaporate on the spot.

“Why? You completely let go and…” he grabbed your wrists and undid your cuffs. He looked up at you through his lashes, and you noticed a light sheen of sweat sticking to his skin. “You liquidized right into my hands; you surrendered yourself completely to me in that moment and allowed your body to naturally react to the pleasure. If that’s not trust, then I don’t know what is.” He booped the tip of your nose with his finger and chuckled under his breath. “It’s what every dom dreams of witnessing when playing.”

“Wait- are you a dom?”

“You could say that.” He chuckled at your surprised expression, but something in you always knew he was fit for the role when his presence entered a room way before he ever did.

“Oh darling, you only got a taste of what I can do to you. For you.” He lightly caressed your cheek with the back of his hand, his feline eyes glowing with something you didn’t know but wanted to experience. His touch felt like the heat of a thousand suns against your skin as he leaned down and firmly pressed his lips to yours, his tongue swiping against your bottom lip and so you could get the faintest taste yourself on him.

You would never admit that you liked the taste of yourself on his tongue.

At least not out loud, anyway.

“But only if you want it. I know this isn’t for everyone, but I would never force you into something you aren’t comfortable with.” He stared into your eyes and held eye contact to make sure every word he just spoke registered.

“I’ve been looking for someone for a long time who matches my rhythm…someone like you.” He continued, his gaze never wavering. “Honestly, I can’t bear the thought of you with anyone but me. I’m not sure when this started, but now that it has it’s a thirst I can’t quench. It’s a hunger I can’t control. I’ve accepted this because all I know is that I need you.” He tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear and his smile was soft and kind and romantic in a way you were used to seeing him now. It made your heart race even more.

“However, I will respect your wishes if you’d prefer to keep this casual.” You felt your eyes widen slightly at his confession. As he waited for an answer, he reached behind you with both hands to untie your choker. You felt the fabric loosen from around your neck and fall into his hands much like you had.

“Jung Wooyoung…are you asking me if I want us to be exclusive?” You couldn’t help the way the corners of your mouth curled up as your heart grew wings in that moment.

“I am, yes.” He confirmed as he put the delicate lace back in the box that sat on the countertop still.

“Well then…” you grab the cuffs that he had discarded back into the box and dangle them in between the two of you. “you better put these back on. I don’t think I’m done being ruined by you yet.”

“I haven’t even ruined you yet...” He stated, the mole on his lip coming into view when his dashing smile reappeared and his eyes darkened when looking at you. “And no…we were only taking a short break. I’m nowhere near done with you yet.” His voice was low and husky as it vibrated against his sternum, his inner lion pounding at his rib cage to be unleashed once again.

“Yes, sir.” You leaned back, eyes hooded and sultry, spreading your legs for him to see that you had already made a small mess on the counter just for him.

Because of him.

He stood up and pressed himself against you, grabbing your throat ever so lightly as he leaned in. You closed your eyes ready to feel his plush lips meet yours, only you were never met with the touch. Instead, his lips ghosted over yours so you could feel his barely-there panting as he held you in place. You could feel his aching member against your thigh as he stood against you.

“You’re so good at being bad...”

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Valentine's lovin' (18+)

Pairing: Bf!Jung Wooyoung x afab!reader

Genre: Romance, fluffy, smut (MNDI)

Word count: Just over 3k!!

Warnings: Idol!au, established relationship, sub!Wooyoung (subtle though), nipple play (m rec.), hair pulling (m rec.), cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!!), riding, creampie, (reader gets called my love, baby and other variations of it, Wooyoung gets called kitty, good boy)

Summary: It's your first Valentine's day as a couple and Wooyoung decides to take you on the best date of your life, so of course you have to reward him for his efforts ;)

Note: Happy Valentine's day everyone!! It's lovely Wooyoung time, I hope everyone who reads this enjoys (ignore any errors, I'm too lazy to check for them properly right now) :) Please comment, reblog etc. and give me feedback so I know if you liked it!🙏

Please do not under any circumstance copy, translate, or repost my works!

The entire week up to today Wooyoung had been a stressed mess, wanting to make sure everything was in order for your special date. Why special, you may ask? Well because it was Valentine's day and he'd wanted everything to be as perfect as possible.

He'd made sure to move every practice or other schedule from that day to a different one, although their managers had not been very pleased about the information.

He had to nag Hongjoong and Jongho to be out of their dorm by seven pm at the latest, so you two could relax after the date with an amateur spa session and then watch your favorite movies until the two of you fell asleep cuddled on his bed. They'd finally agreed on the promise of free dinner paid by him the next day (much to Wooyoungs dismay).

Even though he had been all over the place on the days before it, the actual date was far more magical you could have ever imagined.

Wooyoung showed up to the door of your apartment in a fancy black suit holding a large bouquet of red roses, to signify his undying love and passion for you.

Although the lower half of his face was covered by a black face mask he looked so incredibly handsome you just wanted to drag him straight to your room and skip the entire date.

"Happy Valentine's day my love, I hope you're ready for the most romantic day of your life! These are for you, the most gorgeous person I've ever had the pleasure of seeing", Wooyoung says, pulling his mask down and grinning at you. He hands you the gorgeous bouquet and waits by the door as you go inside to put them in a vase.

"Thank you Wooyoungie... they're so beautiful", you smile at him bashfully. No matter how long it's been he still manages to make your stomach fill with butterflies and twist and turn in the most wonderful ways. The months you've been together have truly been the happiest of your life and you really can't wait to see what he has in store for you for your first Valentine's together.

Wooyoung tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and leaves his hand on your cheek, caressing it softly. He leans in until your noses are touching, but holds still until you try to look away in shyness at his intense gaze.

Chuckling to himself and muttering a 'silly baby' under his breath, he turns your face towards him and finally closes the gap between you, kissing you passionately. Once he breaks off the kiss you're left breathless and dazed... 'What a little brat...' you think, but he's yours so you don't mind him teasing you like this.

He offers you his arm and after making sure you have everything you need with you, you finally grab it, close the door and he leads you to the company car driving you two to the expensive looking barbeque restaurant he'd booked a private room from.

During the entire ride Wooyoung couldn't stop gushing about how gorgeous you looked and you couldn't help but feel flattered that someone whose looks rivaled that of the suns could see such wonder in you.

When you'd gotten close enough to the restaurant Wooyoung put his mask and baseball cap on to hide his identity, slightly ruining his perfectly placed hair. 'The unfortunate realities of going on dates with an idol', you think to yourself, but ultimately understand it being for both of your safety and privacy.

After checking in at the front desk a waiter leads you to your private room and Wooyoung finally takes both the cap and mask fully off.

He fluffs his hair and helps you take your jacket off as you stare at him in wonder, itching to touch the perfectly fallen curls of his hair.

"Thank you Youngie", you smile up at him. He places the coat on the rack next to the door and pauses for a moment, looking you up and down and smiles back at you. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, feeling flustered at how taken he is by you.

"You're welcome pretty baby... I didn't realise you still had the jacket I lent you a month ago, I've been wondering where it went", he chuckles to you while pulling your chair back and pushing it closer to the desk once you're seated.

The restaurant staff had obviously known of your arrival beforehand, and made the room ready for use in advance. He sits down as a different waiter arrives and listens to them explain the menu. The both of you decide to split a slightly bigger meal so you wouldn't be too full by the time you got to the dorms.

Wooyoung had picked an incredible place to eat, as the food had looked mouthwatering the moment it arrived in the room, even if the meat had been raw at that point. His cooking skills had really shined through and you suspect that had been a part of the reason he wanted to take you there, fishing for compliments as he grills the meat for both of you.

While eating you exchanged about a thousand kisses with each other, even as you whined at him to stop so you could chew your food. Though he did make up for it by feeding you with his chopsticks and making sure you drank enough in between, smiling endearingly at you as he wipes any stray sauce off your cheeks, kissing them after.

The conversation was flowing so naturally that at times you'd completely forget to eat or sip the wine you had, due to your excitement and interest in the things you were talking about, making his show of affection very helpful even.

Once you had finally finished you'd put away any trash you managed to make and set your cutlery nicely on the table, to make the waiters job easier. Wooyoung got himself ready to leave and then handed you your jacket. He made sure to let the company staff driving your ride know the car could be driven to the front.

The two of you left after thanking the restaurant staff and once outside Wooyoung opened the door for you to get into the car before him.

You found yourself flustered by how he had upped his charm to what must be a thousand percent for this special day. It was clear this day was very important to him, wanting to impress you so.

In the car Wooyoung kept leaving sweet pecks to your cheeks and lips, telling you how much he loved you. It was obvious the shared wine had gotten him a bit buzzed but you could tell he wasn't drunk, just in that stage where he wanted to kiss you until you both were one, entangled in each others love.

Sitting on the right of you, little by little, his right hand drifts down to your thighs, until he's gripping the inner thigh of your right leg. Moving it towards him slowly, he slightly spreads your legs. Though to your relief (and dissapointment) that's all he does.

By now you know him well enough to know that normally he'd be cheeky enough to try finger you in the backseat, but you're glad he knows better right now. Wooyoung must realise that if he keeps his hands to himself, you'll rock his world as a thanks for the best date you'd ever had together yet.

Despite being a little brat that needs to be put in his place every once in a while, you know there's nothing Wooyoung loves more than getting taken care of and pampered, being controlled.

The car coming to a stop is what gets him to stop drowning you in kisses and he gathers himself, taking his hand off your thigh and winking at you. 'God he looks delicious', you find yourself thinking as he's fixing his hair. You have to remind yourself there's someone else in the car with you so you don't take him right here.

Wooyoung opens the door and gets out, then helps you out of the car by holding your hand. After thanking the driver and telling him to have a great night, the car drives off.

He takes off the mask again and shoves it into his pocket, grinning at you when he notices your intense staring. Even if it's meant to be teasing his smile truly is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

The two of you walk up to the front door of the dorm he shares with the leader and the maknae of his group. After the move that divided the eight of them into three separate places, meeting him at the dorm had become a lot less stressful.

Before there was no privacy at all and the rest of the men would tease Wooyoung any chance they'd get. Sure, it was out of love for him but the amount of times one of the seven had walked in on a makeout session was starting to become ridiculous.

Wooyoung pulls out his keys and as he tries to get the dorm key in the lock, the focused look on his face makes you snap and finally jump him. He manages to get the door open just as you turn his head towards you and slot your mouths together. He lets out surprised gasp at your enthusiasm and you use the opportunity to shove your tongue into his mouth.

The two of you stumble into the dark apartment with your lips locked. You kiss him harder and he whimpers, loving the feel of you on him. Wooyoung has his hands holding tightly onto your hips and eyes shut in pleasure but despite that he still manages to turn the lights on in the hallway, very telling of how often you've done this together.

You tap him lightly on the shoulder and he gets your signal, your minds and bodies dancing in harmony, something that makes your heart feel warm and fuzzy. He removes your jacket while you take off his and start unbuttoning the shirt underneath. Leaving everything extra at the front door the two of you run to his room hand in hand giggling to each other with lovesick eyes.

Fuck it, the spa session and movies can wait until later.

He opens the bedroom door, pushes you in and closes it behind you both. Crowding him in against the door you continue making out. You run your hands through his silky hair, tug on it and Wooyoung lets out a pathetic whimper, grinding his already hardening dick against your leg. You push his open shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the ground.

"Hey... no fair, you have to take yours off too!", he breaks the kiss to pout at you.

"Oh, I'm sorry Youngie... I thought I was in control here? When did you get so demanding, huh?"

He stays quiet and looks down, you can almost see the conflict in his eyes. Should he keep teasing you and risk a punishment or listen like a good boy and get his reward for being such an incredibly thoughtful and sweet boyfriend today?

"Well? How's it gonna be little kitty, are you gonna be good and listen to me?"

He looks up at you through the hair covering his beautiful brown eyes, "... Yeah... yes please, baby," Wooyoung whispers, "I'll- I'll listen- I want you, please."

"Mmm, my good boy, thank you...", you coo at him and kiss him on the cheek. "I'll take such good care of you Woo." His whole face down to his neck flushes red in excitement and arousal. He's so greedy for praise and compliments...

"Take off your clothes and get on the bed for me, won't you kitty?", you tilt his face towards you and he shivers, nodding. He does as told and situates himself in the middle of the bed, looking at you while you stand at the foot of the bed. Slowly you take your clothes off and his eyes widen.

Taking in the sexy red lingerie, barely covering anything, he gulps and grips the knees of his pants, "A-ah shit, what the fuck... You're so sexy...", his face scrunches, shuddering breaths leaving his mouth. You giggle at his obvious arousal, cupping your tits in your hands and groping them. His hands twitch, like he's itching to move them to his very noticeable erection.

"Thank you, sweet kitty. I thought I'd give you a nice little surprise today...", your hands run lower on your body and to the back, leaving them on your ass.

Turning around, you bend over to show off exactly what he wants to see. "Would you like your treat now?", you ask as you run your other hand lower towards your already eager pussy. He takes in a breath through his gritted teeth and watches you stand up straight to take off the bra top of the red set. You get on the bed and he turns towards you as you do, never taking his eyes off of you.

"Come get your treat then kitty", you spread your legs as he crashes down on the mattress, panting like a dog in heat. Not waiting another second he brings his hands down to your hips to take off the remaining piece of clothing.

Wooyoung lowers his mouth to your dripping cunt, moaning in delight at finally getting a taste of you. He pushes his tongue in your hole and thrusts it in and out for a bit gathering your wetness on his tongue.

Him moaning into your pussy makes your legs shake and do your best to keep them from shutting around his face. Seeing you you so lost in the feeling of his talented tongue makes him grind his crotch against the mattress, losing himself in the feeling and taste of you on his mouth. He lifts his face for a moment to take a breath.

"I love you so much... my baby, fuck... You taste so good", he buries his face between your legs again, gripping tightly onto your thighs to keep you as close as possible. Lapping at your clit, he groans in satisfaction.

"F-fuck Youngie... You're so g- so good for me", you gather the hair on the back of his head into your hands and guide him even closer to your wet heat, so that he's buried nose deep in you.

The pressure makes him groan into you and the vibrations of his voice in turn make your legs twitch shut around his head for a moment.

"Shit! My good... fuck, good boy! Doing so well for me kitty", your voice shudders, hands gripping his hair harder.

Soon you find yourself craving something more. "Ah, fingers too kitty...", you tell him, desperately needing any part of him in you, craving to be closer to him in any way possible. And just like the good boy he can, he listens to your command immediately.

Going straight for two to properly stretch you for his cock, he pushes them in and scissors them, sucking on your clit at the same time.

He continues to play with your pussy and it doesn't take you long to get close from his skilled hands. In just a couple more moves of his fingers your pussy throbs and you come around them, making you moan his name loudly in pleasure.

You don't wait long to come down, instead you sit up and push him down by his chest and straddle him, running your hands over his smooth skin.

"Wooyoungie... Let me take care of you ok? You'll let me, right?", you coo at him sweetly, seeing his eyes cloud over in ecstasy as your fingers find his sensitive brown nipples.

"Haa- ah! Yeah yeah, please, hah!", he thrashes his head from side to side on the pillow, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. You grind your wet pussy against his hard cock and his whole body jolts under you. He lets out a long wound out moan at the promise of getting to be inside you soon. Finally you take him in your hand, position him under you and start lowering yourself on his dick.

His head tilts back as he groans at the feel of you around him, hands immediately flying to your hips to hold onto anything, as you don't wait to start moving on him. He bucks his hips up towards you and you decide to let him, for the sake of Valentine's day.

You put your hands on the sides of his head and lower your face to his, kissing him with fervour as you keep moving your bodies in tandem.

You move your other hand to his hair again and tug on it, making him whimper. He lets go of your kiss to bare his neck to you and you move your mouth to it to mark him to your liking. Already feeling close after your first orgasm it doesn't take very long to feel it building up again and seeing how Wooyoung can barely contain himself it's obvious he's not that far off either.

"You- ah, you gonna come ki-itty? For me yeah??", you lick along his collar bone and tug hard on his hair.

All that he can let out is a silent scream as he throws his head back further and comes in you, mouthing out something along the lines of 'please, yes, yes god, please!!'.

Seeing his brain shut off in pleasure makes you come around him as well and you stop bouncing on his cock, letting him stay in you as you both come down for your highs together, feeling his cum in you.

"Happy Valentine's my good boy, I love you so much", you kiss him on the lips even if he's barely able to reciprocate, running his hands along your back to ground himself.

You decide to rest with him a bit, not having enough energy to get yourselves clean just yet. For now, you just want to feel him close to you.

Your sweet, caring, thoughtful boyfriend.

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[multiwreckedmess]

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.

[kuromiiy]

mami

.pairing. seonghwa x reader

.warnings. sexual content, fingering (male receiving), uses of mami/ other petnames, seonghwa in a dress

.synopsis. seonghwa wearing a dress lets some urges loose

You never thought someone could turn you on so much, to the point where the pleasure turned into something else.

To the point where you jumped your gorgeous looking boyfriend the second the interview for “Elle Singapore” ended.

When you first arrived in the backroom, you truly had no clue what would be waiting for you, so when you walked in and you saw seonghwa and the others answering questions over a big screen, dressed so elegantly and divine in sheer, revealing and mostly very feminine clothing…something clicked in you.

Your eyes practically glued to seonghwa, following every single movement he makes, even the very one of his lips as he speaks or smiles. He looked ethereal in that black sparkly and might you add, tight fitting turtleneck, like the shinestar he was and you always called him when you wanted to see him shy. They all looked too good to be true and you completely forgot about your coffee in your hand, the reason you were so late to begin with. Only about 10 minutes later, they finished, bowed and started walking back to where you were now standing one by one.

You couldn’t help but smile, greeting Hongjoong, who walked in first with a tight hug, telling him how beautiful he looked but these words very quickly died in you throat, actually, you almost choked on them as your vision fills with your very boyfriend coming in after the leader. To say that you’re awestruck would be an understatement because never in your life would you have expected to see seonghwa wear a dress, not the normal turtleneck you thought.

He walked over to you, clearly happy to see you’re here, hips looking quite full as he sways them. Or at least thats how it looks to your horny brain. He’s leaning in for a hug and you’re not quite sure what possessed you to grab his hips like that, pulling him flush to you, his shocked but flustered face giving you the rest.“Love, i thought you couldn’t make it” he says, wrapping his own arms around your shoulder.

“I would never miss one of your interviews darling” you barely whisper, not being able to to speak up, not trusting your own voice. You squeezed his hips, mostly unaware and you just had to address. “I never would’ve thought to see you in a dress, i was quite surprised just now. You look divine my love” Of course he blushed, looking now real shy as he thanked you, “I had other options but i saw it and thought, hey, just give it a shot. I feel quite confident in it, to be honest”

He had every right to feel that way. You couldn’t stop holding him close, touching him and feeling the pretty thick and expensive material underneath your fingertips and it definitely doesn’t goes unnoticed how he’s squirming in your hold.

Long story short, you couldn’t even remember the way to the hotel, stumbling into the room the two of you shared, all you knew was seonghwa, bend over the nearest surface you saw, this god damn dress hunched around his pretty hips, his pants he wore underneath being dismissed somewhere as you fingered him open. His sweet moans only fueling you more, grabbing him tighter, as afraid he would slip away, he wouldn’t.

“Fuck…love, slow down a bit” he moans and you would consider it if it wasn’t for his greedy hole to follow your every movement. “Your pretty hole doesn’t look like it wants me to slow down mami” and you knew, calling him mami had him weak. And it’s proven correct because his hips stutter slightly, as you finger him deeper, hitting that sweet spot of his and his little whines tell you he fucking loves it. Maybe, just maybe, there was a slightly different reason he decided to give that dress a chance.

But you couldn’t think further, the only thing inside your head being you fucking him in that dress, so hard until he was a moaning, twitching and so so beautiful mess.

You were sure, after all this, you’ll never stop dreaming about him, all dressed up for you in pretty dresses, no underwear always so ready for you…god, you really hoped this sight has tattooed itself behind your eyes because you were not yet ready to forget about it.

[brrrkdslek]

thinking about golden retriever! mingi whose tail wags violently upon hearing the front door open and your scent that immediately infiltrates the apartment.

golden retriever! mingi who gets grumpy and pouty when he smells your female coworkers icky perfume all over you, which then causes the hybrid to rub and attach himself to you for as many hours as he needed to.

of course, you'd never leave your dear pup, oh you could never. where else would you get someone as special as him? you also recently learnt that golden retriever! mingi is the most sensitive being on the earth.

one time you got off work a few hours later than you were supposed to. it was fine at first until you missed golden retriever! mingi's call during an important meeting.

he thought nothing of it at first, thinking you'd call back, you didn't. golden retriever! mingi had been seated on the shared bed, with your pillow hugged against his chest as his heart beat against his ribcage.

soon, intrusive thoughts blared in golden retriever! mingi's head, the trauma of his past owner abusing him and throwing him out all coming back to him at once, causing the poor hybrid to start crying into your pillow.

he hoped and begged that you would return soon. as if on cue, you entered through the front door, ready to be suffocated by your lovely hybrid. you waited, but he didn't show.

"mings?" taking off your shoes, you slowly crept into the bedroom. you felt your heart drop at the heartbreaking sight of your dear hybrid curled up against your pillow, his fluffy ears flat against his head as he sobbed quietly.

"mingi!" dropping everything, you rushed to your lovers' side, gently cradling him in your arms. "oh, love..." you calmed the pup by rocking him back and forth, kissing his head every now and and then.

you held golden retriever! mingi's face in your palms, "what happened, pup?" golden retriever! mingi sniffled as tears began welling up in his eyes again, "i-i thought you left me..." you panicked when he began wailing again and shoved him into your chest, holding him on your lap like a baby.

after that, you reminded yourself to always come home on time no matter what. golden retriever! mingi is hard to take care of, but you'd never trade him for anything in the world.

[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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My Right Hand Man Final Part (Wooyoung x Dom!Reader)

Read Part 4

Pairing: Wooyoung x Reader

no warnings: Just emotional AF

Word Count: 1286

Your stomach is in knots after hearing Wooyoung's response. Your throat is on fire, and you are on the brink of tears. How could this even be true? Your heart thumps heavily in your chest, and you are trying to wrap your head around everything. 

You find yourself staring into Wooyoung's eyes without words leaving your mouth. You have no one to blame, but yourself for trusting a criminal.

Regardless, of the fact that you are cut from the same cloth as him.

You weren't even supposed to be with Wooyoung. Your brother sent you to take Hongjoong down internally just for you to fall for Hongjoong and cut your Bangchan. Only years later to have to need his help. It's a lot for you to process.

Is this your karma? Do you deserve it?

Not to mention that Changbin is here on his own merit, and he lied to you. Why were you so trusting of him? Is it because you've known Binnie since you were teenagers? Hell, he was your first submissive, after all. So, why do you feel this persistent feeling of betrayal?

"So, you were going to kill me?" You say, nearly choking over your words. Showing emotions has never been your m.o., but you can't help it. Tears form at the corner of your eyes, and your throat is tight.

"Goddess," Wooyoung holds his head down and falls to his knees. He doesn't look up at you, but you hear him weeping.

His reaction to you asking him the question have you thrown for a loop. He encloses himself around your legs, and he continues to sob. You stand there in your favorite part of his boxers and a bra. You didn't even have a chance to put a shirt back on.

"Tell me the truth. That's all I want to know." Tears fall down your face. You can't remember the last time you cried.

"I told San that I would. But, it's not true."

Wooyoung holds his head down, and you can't believe he won't even look at you.

"Look at me," you speak up. Your voice is raw, and you are unsure how things will progress.

"I would never hurt you."

Wooyoung looks back up at you, and you make eye contact with the love of your life. There are so many emotions coming up for you.

"I want to trust you. I really do, but I can't."

"Why don't you trust me?"

"You should have told me from the jump that you were still talking to San. I shouldn't have heard that from Changbin."

"I know, but I didn't want to ruin what we had."

"Changbin could have killed you. I have no idea what he's thinking."

"You are right. I should have. We need to leave. I won't have any more communication with San, and we can go somewhere else off the grid."

You want to run off with him, again. In these last four months, he's become your entire world. He's loved you more than anyone has ever done before.

You loved Wooyoung just as much. But, your gut is tightening when he's speaking. Your heart would run anywhere to be with him. But, your gut is speaking a different language.

You're not sure what's different. But, as much as you love this man. You know there is something that you aren't privy to.

You aren't sure what is different. But, as much as you love this man. You know there is something you don't know.

Wooyoung wouldn't be stupid enough to leave any evidence on his phone. You know that he misses his Gangteez family. Even though he loves you, you aren't them. 

You can't replace the bond he has with his brothers. They are the only family he's ever had since he was a teen. You know his connection with them runs more profound than you'd ever understand.

You know that you had to cross Hongjoong to achieve this freedom, and if Wooyoung finds out what information you gave up to get to Cuba, he won't be able to look at you the same.

"No," you shake your head. You wipe tears from your eyes and take a deep breath. "Please, go be with your family. I can't keep you away from them. It was too selfish for me to do that."

"No, I chose you for a reason. I'm in love with you, Y/n."

"I feel the same way. But, we both know we aren't exactly being truthful with each other. I would rather us just let it go before things get too toxic," you reply.

"What do you mean? What aren't you telling me?"

"I'm breaking up with you," he says almost in a scream, holding you tighter.

But, you push him off you and pull away from his grasp.

"No, goddess. This isn't you. We are meant to be together."

"No, we're not. We got carried away. Fell in love, and because of me letting my guard down, I put us in this predicament."

"Baby, that's not true. We are meant to be. So, let's get our stuff and leave. We can leave Changbin behind and really start over."

"No, please. Just go back home and forget about me," You grab your suitcase and put your things into it. It's killing you inside to leave like this, but you know it's for the best.

"After all we've been through. Are you running out on me? So, you can be with Changbin. You are tired of me, and you want to go back to him. I knew it," you hear him groan from behind you.

"Not even close. Not once did I even allow anything to happen. I respected what we had the entire time. Which, is not even like me."

"You love to toy with me. You want to run again, so I have no choice, but to chase you. Do you get off on creating problems?"

You zip up your suitcase, and you turn around. You walk around him and grab a shirt. You quickly put it on, and you tell him, "I'm not running because I want to. I'm running because I must."

"So, what lies are you hiding this time?"

"I gave Bangchan all of Hongjoong's connects and distributor info. That's how we were able to get into Cuba."

"Why'd you do it? So, he's going to cut off my brother's supply?"

"I don't know. But, I thought you were worth it. But, I guess you proved to me that I blew up my life for nothing."

"You don't mean that. You are in love with me, and you are running because you don't want it to get any deeper. I knew you didn't love Hongjoong when I met you. I've been watching you and how you move."

"Right. I wanted you from the jump. But, I played it cool. I let you come to me when he got locked up."

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The sunlight hits your window, and you open the back door to get some fresh air.  You breathe in the fresh salty water, and your toes dig into the sand. You sit down on the water's edge and look out to the sea.

It's been over a year since you moved to Italy, but you won't regret it. It's been the best decision you have ever made. You decided you needed to start fresh.

"I love you," your love comes behind you and wraps their body around yours. It feels so good to be with them.

"I love you, too, Woo," you say. He moves in front of you and lies across your lap. He kisses your pregnant belly.

"And, I love our baby Jung, too."

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[O]rgasm Denial || J.W

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Summary: A classic enemies to lovers quarrel, except this time you get to discipline them.

Pairing: sub!Wooyoung x reader

Words: Eminem - Without me (0:31 - 0:50)

Genre: Smut; Angst; Fluff

⚠️If you need warnings don't read my stuff you never know⚠️

A partner being jealous of his lover's closest friend isn't unheard of, it is quite common, actually. The problem is, you weren't San's partner, and neither was Wooyoung, but the jealousy you had of each other's friendships made it seem like the three of you were in some weird love triangle.

San didn't understand why there was so much tension, he considered Wooyoung to be pretty similar to himself so the reason why you seemed to dislike Wooyoung was beyond him.

To be fair, if asked, neither of you had a good response as to why you hated each other so much, it was just small issues (like San telling you he couldn't pick up because he was face-timing Wooyoung, or him telling his other best friend he couldn't hang out because he had plans with you), that went unresolved and started piling on top of each other until it reached a point where you couldn't stand to hear each others' names.

San had given up on trying to get you to be civil with each other, and he would just make time to hang out with you both separately unless it was absolutely impossible to get that to happen, which would often lead to a disaster. The one time you saw him truly mad was when you and Wooyoung caused a scene on his birthday, the last time you had to be in the same building together, so when San decided to put together a small get-together in his house for friends that were coming to visit him, he lectured the both of you for a long time.

The long long lecture didn't stop San from getting anxious though, and the anxiety grew when his friends called him, telling him their car had broken down because by that time you had both arrived and the tension in the room was palpable.

San ran a hand through his hair and exhaled, looking at the two people sitting on opposite ends of the couch.

"Right guys, the car my friends were driving in broke down and I need to go pick them up, I am begging you to not behave like animals for once."

"They're the one who-"

"Wooyoung I just asked."

Upon hearing his friend's pleas Wooyoung stopped talking and just sank on the couch, pretending not to be bothered by the fact that he was apprehended in front of his "arch nemesis".

San grabbed his coat and keys and pointed at the both of you.

"I will beat the shit out of both of you, not joking."

You and Wooyoung raised your arms up in defense as if saying "I have done nothing!", and the man left.

The silence was heavy and the pressure in the room felt somehow dense. You could hear every single sound around you, even the faint sounds of the refrigerator, and neither of you dared move, afraid to spark a reaction that would lead to San giving you the beating of your life.

That was until Wooyoung grew tired of your mere presence as if your person made him physically uncomfortable.

"Right I don't need to be here with you, I'm grabbing a beer." He said, as he placed his hands on the couch for support and stood up, before stopping and glancing over his shoulder "That is if you'll allow me."

Allow him? That was a weird, confusing joke...

You heard him trash around in the kitchen, opening the freezer, then the fridge, and then opening and closing the several drawers inside the fridge.

"Where did you put the beers? Are they up your ass? Must be nice and cold since you're a frigid bitch."

You glanced at the doorway to shoot him a threatening look only to find that he was not there.

"I must look like a bartender to you."

"You look like many things to me, none of them pleasing, but I just wanna know where you put the damn beers."

"I put them nowhere why the fuck would I bring beers."

You heard the refrigerator door close, and a couple seconds of silence. You then heard steps come your way, and soon enough Wooyoung's phone was plastered in your face, specifically a text San had sent to the party's group chat "Y/N you're in charge of the beer, okay?".

"You are so fucking useless oh my God! One thing you had to do and you fucked it up! It wasn't even that hard!" He semi-yelled, holding up one finger in front of your face.

He was right, you did fuck it up, but you weren't about to let Wooyoung think he was right, let alone reprehend you for it.

"Maybe it's for the best that there's no beer because you're unable to just shut the fuck up when you drink and I can't stand to listen to that window-wiper laugh of yours." You said, slowly standing up and walking towards him.

"Oh, you can't stand my voice, really?" He asked, pouting and with fake pity dripping from every word "Maybe you should fucking leave then, problem solved."

"You're so fucking unbearably annoying I can see why San would need me, must be nice to get a break from you."

You definitely struck a nerve with that comment, Wooyoung gripped your arms and brought you closer, your faces just inches apart.

"You're fucking delusional if you think for a second that San prefers hanging out with you. You're the most fucking dull and boring person I've ever met!"

You pushed him away from you. Wooyoung's back hit the wall and his eyebrows furrowed in pain. You walked towards him, cheeks red and eyes teary with anger.

"At least I don't bitch about my problems at every given second!" You yelled.

"At least I'm not a fucking bitch!"

"Oh, you're not? Are you sure?"

Wooyoung took back control of the situation, grabbing your shoulders and pressing you against the wall.

"Yes, I'm fucking sure, I'm not the idiot who ruined a party by not bringing the fucking alcohol, you're so useless."

The tension in the room had slightly changed. Your breaths were heavy, there was barely no part of your body that wasn't touching and you were looking into each other's eyes with pure hatred and fury, but somehow there was a hint of sexual desire between the two of you. It wasn't that you ever desired each other, but there was this... need to be rough with one another, to punish the other.

It was spontaneous, and if asked "did you mean to do that?" Wooyoung would deny it to the end of his days, but he gripped your neck and brought your face closer until your lips smashed together.

His hands moved to your hips, steadily keeping you in place, while yours were tangled in his hair, slightly tugging on it (which Wooyoung enjoyed, but he wouldn't let you know you were doing something right).

You pushed him away slightly, enough to part the kiss and leave a little distance between your bodies, and gripped his throat. He didn't say it, but you could tell he was into it from the way he leaned his head back to give you more access. His jaw tightened and he took a deep breath.

"I knew you were into some kinky shit, I bet you'll love it if I call you a slut too." You said, pushing him backward by the neck until he felt the couch hit the back of his knees.

"Takes one to know one, doesn't it." Wooyoung said, as he sat down and pulled you to sit on his lap.

You slapped his cheek, hard enough for him to feel something, but not too hard as to not actually hurt him.

"I can tell what you like from a mile away," you paused, gripping his throat a little harder and grinding down on a (definitely) growing boner "and if you keep acting like that I will be having a lot more fun than you, I promise that."

Wooyoung chuckled.

"Let's hope you keep promises, bitch."

One of your hands worked on undoing Wooyoung's belt and zipper, as you kissed him harshly. There was no passion, no romance, or any trace of mutual tolerance in the kiss: it was pure tension and hate.

Once you managed to get everything out of the way, your hand slipped in between the jeans and his thin boxers. You could feel every curve and every vein of his cock on the palm of your hand, and this time Wooyoung didn't hold back any noises, knowing fully well that his moans and groans would work towards teasing you.

Wooyoung could be insecure at times, but if there was something he was sure of is that he sounded good. Really good.

You felt yourself getting warmer and warmer, and your stomach started clenching. Your hand slowly pulled Wooyoung's cock out of the confinement of his underwear, and as you did so, you climbed down from his lap and knelt between his legs.

You avoided his gaze. You had no intention of seeing him looking down at you sucking his cock with his shit-eating grin.

You took his cock in your mouth, letting his tip hit the back of your throat as you slowly moved your head. Wooyoung groaned and bucked his hips into your mouth.

As a consequence, you slapped his thigh and looked up at him.

"You're so gonna regret that."

"Oh am- shit." His sentence was cut off by your mouth on his cock again, sucking him off at a faster pace.

He stared down at you, eyebrows furrowed and mouth agape. He could feel something bubbling in the pit of his stomach, and his chest started moving up and down quicker.

When his voice started becoming whiny and his moans became more drowsy as he came close to a state of bliss, you pulled your mouth away and began pumping him with your hand. You met his glossy eyes and from your devious look, he could tell what you were about to do.

"Fuck, don't you dare."

Your hand sped up, the sound of skin slapping becoming more frequent.

"Don't dare, what?"

Wooyoung groaned and hissed.

"Please Y/N, fuck- please don't do this."

You smirked, bit your lip, and, just as Wooyoung's hips bucked, ready to cum on your hand, you pulled away.

The tip of his cock hit his stomach, still covered by his shirt.

Wooyoung watched as you removed your pants and underwear, but he didn't dare touch his cock as you did so. The man didn't want you to know how badly he needed to fuck you right then and there.

You straddled him once more, making sure to rub your crotch against his in the process, earning a breathy moan.

"Are you still going to act like a little bitch? Hm?" You asked as you teased his cock with your entrance.

He pretended to think, letting out a "hmm", as he pretended to consider the question, and, when he felt his tip right at your entrance, Wooyoung grabbed your waist, bucked his hips, and smashed you down on his cock.

"Fuck!" You yelled, gripping his shoulders tightly, shocked by the sudden contact.

Wooyoung bit your jawline and smirked.

"Yes, I am." He finally replied.

You gripped his throat, tightly this time, and with your free hand, your kept gripping his shoulder for stability, as you began to ride him.

"You're such an annoying asshole."

His eyes were locked with yours, and his hands gripped your ass.

"Sticks and stones baby." He said, tongue poking against his cheek.

You kissed him to shut him up, and secretly because he was a fucking good kisser. Wooyoung helped you by bucking his hips up against yours and slightly propping you up and down.

Neither of you held back any noises, you knew it wasn't worth the effort, and it didn't take long for Wooyoung to get close again, as he was already pretty sensitive.

"Y/N let me cum." He demanded, almost.

You stared at him sweetly and you caressed his cheek with fake pity, Your hand then descended to his neck as your lips approached his ear.

"No." You whispered.

"C'mon- fuck. Let me cum."

You smirked and stared right into his glossy eyes.

"Beg."

"Shit- what?"

"You heard me, I want you to beg." You said, between breaths.

Wooyoung's jaw tightened.

"Fuck you."

You moaned his name loudly and gripped his throat tighter, knowing the outcome would be the one you desired.

"Shit I give up, Y/N please please let me cum!"

His whiny voice was music to your ears.

"You can- you can cum."

Wooyoung's hands gripped your ass with full strength as he trusted deep in you and came.

His hands fell down to your thighs and he rested his head on the couch, as the both of you tried to regain your breaths.

From the corner of your eye, you two noticed a wide figure: San, that had entered through the back door.

"You know what? I don't care to know what happened, I don't even care to know if you used protection or that you're doing it in my couch, just clean up this mess and get fucking dressed while I stall the other guests so no one sees you fucking. If this makes you stop twisting my balls about each other's presence then it's fucking worth it."

[ateezscupid]

Could you make a fic for wooyoung and aphrodisiacs⁉️🙏🏾

﹟𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗬 𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗪𝗡 𝗘𝗬𝗘𝗦 ⋆ 𝗃.𝗐𝗒 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗭 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 / 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧

plot - wooyoung’s first time using aphrodisiac’s.

warn - smut, sub!wooyoung, aphrodisiacs, whiny wooyoung, handjobs, begging, masturbation, whining, toys

w/c - 988

𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦 - @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13

beep! beep! beep!

“wha’ the…” wooyoung groaned and turned to his side. the alarm clock was beeping loudly in his ear. putting it on the side table on his side of the bed was not a good idea.

“y/n!” he shouts waiting for a response, but there was nothing. “y/nnnnn! fuck, did she leave?”

he sits up on the bed and immediately the warm, delicious aroma of freshly baked cookies filled his senses. he looks toward the door and immediately gets out of the bed, throwing the blanket on your side of the bed and lazily making his way to the kitchen. there he saw a tray of chocolate chip cookies on the counter.

“ooh, cookies!” wooyoung runs over and stares at them. you weren’t home, which meant you had to have baked them while he was asleep. no one was looking, and he couldn’t resist the smell of chocolate chip cookies. he listened to his stomach and grabbed one off the tray, taking a large bite out of it.

wooyoung was dramatic; groaning and jumping a bit from how tasty the cookie was. his taste buds just exploded with flavor. he loved whenever you baked sweets for him. he didn’t realize how much time had gone by, but he kept eating the cookies one by one until there were no more left on the tray. he lets out a loud burp and shuffles to the couch. he grabs the remote off the coffee table and leans back against the cushions.

that’s when it hit him.

a warm feeling started bubbling in his stomach. woo did a good job at ignoring it until it went down his body and, you guessed it, to his crotch. he found himself overcome with lust. he closed his eyes and relaxed against the couch cushions, trying his best to ignore the now raging boner in his boxers.

“what the fuck was in those cookies…” he groaned and wrapped his arms around his stomach when the feeling overcame his senses. it was a tingling warmth that soon turned into his skin feeling it was on fire.

“fuck,” wooyoung groaned softly. the texture of the pillows itself was enough to make him feel weird. “mmm, where is the tray…”

wooyoung stumbled to his feet and makes his way to the kitchen. there was a letter there that he hasn’t seen before. he picked it up and unfolded it. it was your hand writing, and his mood became worse when he read that you were the one who put aphrodisiacs in the cookies. he’s never used aphrodisiacs before, and the feeling was unbearable.

his nostrils flared and he crumpled the paper up. maybe this was revenge for when he edged you mercilessly last night. he liked when you’d get revenge on him. he was a little painslut for you.

a smirk tugged at his lips, but quickly went away when a feeling that felt like him being shocked went up his spine. he needed to be touched, but of course, you weren’t home. he didn’t know what he was going to do. he could masturbate, but that probably wouldn’t be enough. either way, he needed to do something because there weren’t any words to describe how horny he was.

“fuck.” wooyoung made his way out of the kitchen and toward the bedroom, leaving the door cracked open and shuffling to the bedroom and crawling on the bed. he had to deal with this one way or another.

woo laid against the pillows, immediately took his shorts off, and threw them on the floor on the ground next to the bed. he pulled his boxers down and looked around the room. he did own a fleshlight that he never used, and considering the situation he was in it wouldn’t be wrong to use it. he reached over to the side table and opened the small drawer that was apart of it and pulled the fleshlight out. still untouched. until now.

he ripped the plastic off and twisted it a bit. it was a bit intimidating at first since he’s never used one before, but it wasn’t too late to try it out. i’m one go, he puts it on him and immediately he felt lightheaded.

“holy fuck,” wooyoung cursed as he threw his head back. “this feels too good.”

woo turned onto his stomach and held the fleshlight against the bed, lowering himself onto it slowly and moaning into the pillow as a result. he felt his stomach twist from the feeling with the first thrust, then along came the second thrust, and his head was spinning.

he shoves his face into the pillow before thrusting his hips erratically, furrowing his eyebrows and moaning your name repeatedly. it felt like there were flames igniting in his stomach.

“f-fuck,” he whimpers into the pillow, hips beginning to stutter even though he just started. “p-please mommy, p-please.”

there he was, begging even though there wasn’t anything or anyone stopping him from cumming. you had brainwashed him so easily into thinking he has to beg for your permission before cumming, now he was doing it even when you weren’t around. his free hand clutches as the bed sheets beneath him as he stopped moving.

“oh f-fuck.” his body jerks forward as he released into the fleshlight, gasping softly and almost screaming from how good it was. his vision went white and his mind was blank, the world stopping for what felt like hours as he released all of his pent up energy into the toy.

“m-more,” wooyoung whispered underneath his breath as he forced himself back onto the toy. “please,”

he was so ready to keep going, to keep thrusting until his legs gave out and he couldn’t move anymore. he could’ve done it since you weren’t home. you weren’t going to be home for a while and he was going to try and take advantage of that—

“woo?”

[yunho0o0o0o]

with your words, prince

pairing: sub!Wooyoung x fem!reader

genre: smut

tags: light choking, praise, marking, slight cockwarming at the end, vaginal fingering, oral (fem!reader receiving), hair pulling (Woo receiving), unprotected sex(use protection!), penetrative sex, purely smut with no plot, creampie

note: This is not fully edited. I haven’t written in a long while, but this has helped me get back into it. Hope you enjoy!

WC: 1.3k

“You have to tell me what you want, Wooyoung”, you tease with your fingertips trailing down his sharp jawline. Dazed eyes follow your movements, and widen at a sudden pressure around the curve of his neck. A quick gasp cuts through the air between you.

Once his eyes raise to meet yours, his lips part and his tongue darts through to wet them. A mocking smile dawns your face while you raise a brow and tilt your head to the side. “Well? What is it, my prince?” A puff of breath escapes his lips as your hand tightens its hold.

His throat bobs before he whispers out “Please touch me. Please. Oh my god.” You lean back from your perch on his lap and release the grasp on his neck to scan your eyes down his figure. Your fingers catch on the collar of his shirt before continuing lower. His desperate, hooded eyes trail after you while the rest of his body is frozen leaning against the bed frame. You reach out to pull at the fabric covering his torso.

“You’ll have to help me take these off first.” Without a word, he slips off his shirt and moves to remove yours as well. For a moment he pauses and his eyes flick up to yours, but he resumes once you nod your head reassuringly.

You lift your arms while he pulls the fabric from your body, movements much slower than they had been with removing his own clothing. The room is quiet save for the shuffling of the bed sheets and light breathing.

 Your fingers slip around the waistband of his pants and underwear and you pause, pressing gently into his skin. Wooyoung lifts his hips off the bed and you pull both garments down at a leisurely pace. Once his clothing is gone, his warm hands find their way to your waist and pull at the remaining fabric.

Throwing the fabric into the collective heap on the floor, his hands soon return to your sides and guide you into his lap once again. His warmth runs up and down the curves of your body, pausing just below the swell of your breasts. Your hands find their own purpose in exploring the expanse of his chest and back while you fit your mouth against his.

A muffled whimper slips from between his lips and you take the opening as a chance to press your mouth further into his. One of his hands pushes on your back while his hips grind upwards into yours. His cock teasingly presses against your core with every movement.

You pull away from the kiss only when you’ve lost your breath. He throws his head back which allows you to find purchase to mark on the column of his throat with ease. A low, satisfied hum vibrates through him. You break away from sucking on his skin to whisper into his ear, “What do you want me to do to you, prince?” 

Fingertips glide across the expanse of your chest, pausing to flick over your nipples. “Mark me more.” Wooyoung’s voice comes out weak. “Show everyone I’m yours, please.”

 A smirk finds its way to your lips as you reply, “Of course, baby.” Your mouth returns to his neck and you suck at his skin. Once one side is covered, you pull yourself off with a ‘pop’ and move to the other.

Satisfied, you lean back and slide your hands down his chest to stop right above his hard cock. His soft hands interrupt to push you down on the bed so that his body hovers over yours. Fingertips press along your skin with a feather-light pressure.

“Help me get ready for your cock, baby.” you say, guiding his hand to your entrance. “Use your fingers.” He’s eager to gently insert two fingers, pumping them in and out at a teasingly slow pace. Your hips rock to meet his movements in an attempt to get more friction. His other hand gently rubs at your clit.

A soft gasp escapes your throat at the contact, which encourages him to pick up the pace and eventually press a third finger into your core. A weighted heat settles in the lowest part of your abdomen and sends pulses of pleasure through you. The hand on your clit begins to shake from the fast, intense movement, which only adds to the sensation.

 “Wooyoung, baby, just like that” you gasp out. You push yourself to your elbows to watch the scene before you. His eyes are closed and his brows are pinched together. Some strands of hair are stuck to his forehead. You reach out a hand to bury it in his hair at the root and lightly squeeze. He continually strokes inside you and brushes at your clit until you’re shaking with pleasure. 

“You’re doing so good for me, prince.” When you address him this time, his eyes meet yours. He looks to you with an eagerness and awe as though you were the only star in a desolate sky. Looking in to his eyes, intense pleasure crashes over your body.

You tighten your hold on his hair and moan out his name repeatedly. Every muscle in your body tenses with your orgasm and you fall limp into the mattress. When you raise your head, he’s staring at your face with a feverish excitement in his eyes.

You thred your fingers through his hair and he leans into your touch. Sheets rustle when you move to sit up and straddle him. Whispers of praise fly from your lips to meet his ears. Your hand leaves his hair to trail down his toned torso, pausing at his hip.

 “Are you ready for me?” He nods.

 “With your words, prince.” 

“Yes, please. I want to be inside you.” At that, you grip his cock and slide the head against your wet folds. His body tenses underneath you. A collective sigh fills the room when you slowly sink down onto his cock.

“Fuck.”

“You feel so good, Woo” you moan. A few moments pass for you to comfortably adjust to his size. “I’m gonna move now, okay?” Air sucks inbetween his teeth when you lift yourself and slowly fall back down onto his length. His hips rock to meet yours and his hands grip at your sides, pulling you to him.

“You’re such a good boy for me, you know that?” you say, moving one hand to his chin and nestling the other into his hair. Two of your fingers go into his open mouth, which immediately closes around the digits. He greedily swirls his tongue around them. His eyes flutter closed and his brows knit together. Whimpers escape his mouth around your fingers. Sweat shines on his forehead and a flush paints his face. He looks ethereal.

“God, you’re so beautiful. Woo.” For a moment, you lose your rhythm, which he is quick to correct. Albeit he speeds up the pace. With each thrust your hips meet with a jolt. A hand pull your hips further into his body and his cock goes impossibly deeper. His other hand reaches down the space between you to rub circles into your clit. You let out a moan.

Hot breath and quiet whimpers fill the little space there is between you. Breathy curses come from his mouth. His tongue stills against your fingers and his mouth opens. You move your hand to wrap around his throat.

“Oh, fuck. I’m gonna cum.” His chest rises and falls in shallow gasps. “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum” he repeats under his breath. The grip of his hands on your hips is sure to leave bruises with how hard he’s pulling your body to meet his.

“Cum for me, my prince” you gasp out. With a few more thrusts, he pushes up into you and stills as his cum spills into you. The room is silent save for panting and murmured praises from both your mouths. You wipe the hair from his face and play with a strand.

“Can we stay like this for a little while” Wooyoung asks, tightly wrapping his arms around your body and pressing his face into the curve of your neck. You press a kiss into his hair before you answer.

“Of course, baby. You did so well for me.”

[imrllytootiredforthis]

wooyoung is the type of brat to try to tease you from across a crowded room. Licking over his lips and batting his pretty lashes at you, his gaze practically burning holes into your skin.

the type to have the most tempting 'fuck me' eyes you could ever imagine.

the kind of brat to tease you all night with smartass, innuendo quips and indecent hand placement. on your arm to your hips and on until your left wondering how it got to the point where his hand was all the way on your inner thigh, his thumb brushing up just a but higher.

the type to only sit there beside you, smirking all while waiting for you to break and give in to him. which he knows you inevitably will.

the kind to drag you into the dirty bathroom of a public place and beg you to fuck him.

let you press him up against the stall and open legs for you like a good boy when you tell him to.

pull your hair and whine that you're teasing him so much as you kiss around his nipples, impatiently telling you to hurry up and just fuck him.

the type to only moan louder when you tell him he needs to be quiet, not at all opposed to the idea of someone hearing and walking in on you.

after all, why shouldn't the whole world know how good you make him feel?<3