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alvojake · 2 days ago

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Thrill Of The Chase | J.WY

「pairing」 : bf!wooyoung x fem!reader 「word count」 : 5.7k

「synopsis」 : it was supposed to be a cute and sweet date to the corn maze, so how did it turn into cat and mouse chase with your boyfriend? and what was he after? you of course.

「genre」 : smut, horror/thriller, fluff if you squint, dark romance

「warnings」 : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, DARK THEMES!!!, cussing, teasing, dubcon/noncon, crying, wooyoung is just a lil insane, chasing with a knife, wooyoung wears a mask at one point, kissing, sloppy makeout, fingering, clit play, choking, hair pulling, slight bulge kink, spanking, dacryphilia, edging, breast play, slight manhandling, overstimulation, finger sucking, unprotected sex, mean dom!wooyoung x sub!reader, squirting, multiple orgasms, wooyoung is kinda sadistic, petnames (babydoll, babe, baby, little mouse...), derogatory names (slut), slight breath play, begging, knife play, blood play, blood eating, wooyoung is just a nasty freak, biting/marking, rough sex, outside sex, creampie, mentions of wearing a mask in a sexual light at the end, implications of multiple rounds, lmk if I missed anything!!

「notes」 : HAPPY HALLOWEEN BABES!!! 🎃 we can all shout a huge ass thank you to rae for planting this seed into my mind. what she thought was an innocent little thought turned into a huge ass obsession for me. so I gift to you the result of said obsession 🙂‍↕️ I hope that you all enjoy this and stay spooky, my loves, mwah! 💋

now playing ➻ killing butterflies/lou bliss & dead man runnin'/seulgi

It was almost pitch dark outside, the half-moon being the only source of light in the remote area that Wooyoung had taken you to. He wanted to plan a spooky but cute Halloween date for the both of you since he knew how much you loved the spooky season. However, something about a random corn maze in the middle of nowhere didn’t exactly sit well with you. Sure, you loved horror movies, but you weren’t as stupid as some of the movie characters.

But somehow, someway Wooyoung had managed to drag you out here, although he still has another battle to fight. Getting you out of the car.

“Come on, babe, it's really not that bad. I promise.” He pleaded with you, his hand holding onto yours as he gave you his best puppy dog eyes.

The both of you have been sitting in his car for the past fifteen minutes because you just felt uneasy about being in the middle of nowhere, especially at night. Not to mention that there was barely any lighting, meaning one wrong move, and either of you could get hurt.

“Woo, we literally cannot see a thing out here; we’re gonna get hurt.” You sighed trying your best to not give into his pleading gaze, but you felt your resolve start to crumble when his bottom lip jutted out.

Wooyoung then dropped your hand before turning and reaching back into the backseat floorboards where he had a backpack sitting. Pulling the bag into his lap Wooyoung unzipped it before rummaging around and eventually pulled out a flashlight, a huge grin on his face.

“I bought a flashlight; we’ll be able to see just fine," he told you triumphantly, zipping the bag back up after setting the flashlight down in one of the empty cup holders. You could only let out a defeated sigh, knowing that you weren’t going to be winning this fight. Plus, you were already here, so why not? What’s the worst that can happen?

“Alright, fine.” You nodded your head as you started to unbuckle your seatbelt. Wooyoung let out a loud cheer, causing you to jump before pulling the keys out of the ignition and pushing his door open. A gust of cold wind blew into the car, making you shiver; the hairs on the back of your neck stood tall. Something about all of this just felt off. You couldn’t say what exactly it was, but it was there.

You reached for the door handle, but before your fingers could wrap around the handle, the door flew open, making you gasp softly. Looking up, you found your boyfriend standing there, leaning against the car door, his arm propped on the top and a teasing smirk on his lips. Rolling your eyes, you grabbed his outstretched hand, allowing him to pull you from the car and shut the door behind you.

Standing next to Wooyoung you looked around the area, seeing the corn maze off in the distance. There was an eerie stillness about it, causing a shiver to run down your spine, or maybe that was just the wind. Without the bright sun, it was beyond freezing, the cold wind seeping through your clothes despite the multiple layers of clothing you were wearing. Noticing your discomfort, Wooyoung walked over, wrapping his arms around your smaller frame and holding you close.

You let out a content sigh as you melted into his touch, arms wrapping loosely around his waist, eyes fluttering close as you laid your head on his chest. His warmth instantly ran the cold off, leaving you warm once more.

“You promise that there’s a heater in the middle?” You asked, propping your chin on his chest to look up at him. Even in the dim lighting of the moon, he looked ethereal, and you wanted nothing more than to bite him but refrained from doing so.

Wooyoung smiled before leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead. “I promise that you will love what I have waiting in the middle.” He promised, and you nodded, completely missing the sinister gleam in his foxy eyes.

He pulls away from you and grabs your hand before pulling you towards the corn maze. As the two of you walked hand-in-hand, you really started to notice how remote the area really was. If something were to happen, screaming would be pointless because no one would hear you. Goosebumps littered your skin when you heard the sounds of birds squawking off in the distance; that uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach grew. You trusted Wooyoung, though; you knew that he would never intentionally put you in harm's way, so you just swallowed the lump in your throat and continued to follow after your dark-haired boyfriend.

“Watch your step, babydoll; there’s a hole here.” Wooyoung glanced back at you as he shined the light down onto the floor under him. You grimaced slightly when you noticed how deep it was, and the thought of breaking an ankle because of it made you shiver.

You stepped around it before following closely behind Wooyoung, not wanting to stray too far, seeing as he was the one with the flashlight and you had left your phone in the car. Another gust of wind blew past you, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand tall, and your lips started to quiver.

“W-Woo, maybe we should just g-go back.” Your teeth clattered as you wrapped yourself around his arm, hoping to pull some of his warmth for yourself again.

Wooyoung glanced down at you with a sympathetic gaze before shrugging one of the backpack straps off and digging around. After a few moments, he pulled out a pair of hand warmers and handed them to you.

“Here, these should help until we get to the middle.” He whispered softly as he made sure you were set before walking towards the entrance of the corn maze.

You followed behind him once more. However, the moment you looked up, you stopped dead in your tracks. The entrance loomed over you as if waiting for the right moment to snap its jaw around you, and the crops looked to be well over a head taller than you. The moon offered no light to the entrance, almost making it look like a portal to another dimension.

You wanted to reach out and grab Wooyoung to tell him that you could just go back to the safety of your apartment and binge-watch all the horror movies you could think of. But he was already a few feet ahead of you, making his way into the maze.

“Wooyoung, wait!” you called out to him as you jogged towards him. Once you were at his side, he glanced down at you with another teasing smirk, making you roll your eyes.

You stayed right at Wooyoung’s side as he navigated the turns that uneasy feeling never going away, and the deeper you got, the more it grew. There were absolutely no landmarks to tell you whether or not you’ve been in that area, only making you even more anxious.

“You do know where we’re going right?” You asked, a hint of panic in your voice as you continued to walk, eyes flickering over to Wooyoung for a moment. Your stomach churned as the cool wind blew all around you, making the crops sway.

A loud squawk made you jump, latching yourself to Wooyoung’s arm, causing the male to burst out laughing. You glared up at him before slapping his chest, causing him to jump this time and look down at you with a cheeky smile. However, in the dim lighting, it made it look far more sinister, only making your heart race more.

“Ya know, for someone who loves horror movies, you sure are jumpy.” He teased, poking your side, and you slapped his hand away. Your heart was still hammering under your ribcage as you held onto Wooyoung’s arm tightly.

“I like to watch them, Woo, not become a part of one," you told him, sas tainting your tone, and he shook his head.

Your eyes continued to scan your surroundings as the two of you walked even deeper into the maze. Glancing back at the way you came, you weren’t too sure if you would even be able to find your way back out. Your heart continued to thump erratically in your chest as the unease crept back in, sinking its claws deeper and deeper until you were almost ready to tell Wooyoung to forget about this whole thing.

Just as you were about to open your mouth, Wooyoung stopped in his tracks, his hands patting down his pockets. You released his arm to let him look for whatever it was he was searching for, but never straying too far. He cursed under his breath before looking over at you and holding out the flashlight.

“Hold this for a second," he said. You quickly grabbed it and pointed down at the ground, where he crouched down, his backpack now in his hands.

Your lips curled inward as you watched him, wondering what it was that he was looking for. The both of you had agreed to leave your phones in the car to just enjoy each other's company so you weren’t too sure. Then the sound of a twig snapping and shuffling from behind you made your body freeze before turning to shine the light in the direction you heard the noises from, completely forgetting about Wooyoung for a second. Your heart started to race as you tried to look between the tall stalks of corn, but you couldn’t see a thing. Swallowing thickly, you continued to look, wanting to make sure that it was just your mind playing tricks on you and not something you should actually be worried about.

“Woo, did you hear that?” Your voice shook as you called out to your boyfriend; however, when you didn’t receive a response, your blood ran cold.

Spinning back around, you found the spot where Wooyoung once stood was empty, and he was nowhere to be seen. Your breathing started to grow rapidly as you whipped around in every direction, trying to find your boyfriend.

“Wooyoung, if this is one of your pranks, it’s not funny.” You called out, tears burning your eyes as your hands shook.

The air around you started to grow heavy as you tried to retrace your steps, thinking that he was hiding around one of the bends, waiting for the perfect time to jump out and scare you. You held back tears as the wind blew around you, blowing your hair into your face. Then suddenly, the flashlight started to flicker, and your heart dropped.

“No, no, no, no, you stupid thing.” You cried as you smacked the palm of your hand with the flashlight, hoping to steady the light, but it was no use as it shut off completely. Leaving you in complete darkness.

Your heart started to beat erratically as you tried to get the stupid thing to turn back on, tears dripping from your eyelashes, “please turn back on.” Pleas and cries fell from your lips as you desperately tried to get the flashlight to work once more.

The hairs on the back of your neck rose as your body went rigid when you felt a presence behind you. Your brain was yelling at you to run and get as far away as possible, but your legs were glued to the ground, unable to move.

“Run.” A voice spoke right into your ear, making you scream, and more tears spilled from your eyes. Before your mind could register it, your legs were moving you deeper into the maze, running around the bends and narrowly dodging some of the looming corn stalks.

Tears ran down your flushed cheeks as you ran until you ended up in a dead end, causing you to cry out, hands shaking violently.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” You screamed, turning to go back the way you came, but stopped dead in your tracks when you saw someone standing there.

Your ears started to ring, feet shuffling away as your eyes landed on the mask they were wearing. It was a Japanese Oni mask. Your fingers tightened around the flashlight as you backed away, a small scream leaving your lip when you stumbled and they started to walk towards you. That’s when you noticed the moonlight gleaming off of an object in their hand, and your blood ran cold.

They were holding a knife.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you stumbled back until you felt the corn stalks at your back, meaning you had nowhere else to go. Tears continued to fall from the corner of your eyes as you watched them get closer until they stopped.

“I wanna play a little game…” They finally spoke, causing you to flinch, the mask muffling their voice, making it hard to disconcert who it was. You didn’t say a word as you watched them bring the knife up, head turned to look at it before snapping back to you. “A game of tag, hmm.” They hummed as they moved even closer to you, almost within an arm's reach. Your body then froze, jaw tight as they brought the knife up to your face, the point dangerously close to your cheek. “I’ll give you a ten-second head start, but…” Their hand wrapped around your throat before you could even blink, a gasp falling from your lips as they brought you closer to them. “If I catch you, then I can’t promise that I’ll be gentle.”

Your heart started to hammer in your chest as you realized that this was just some sick and twisted game, but it was the only way you could get out alive. Or so you thought, at least. Just then, the wind blew, and the scent of a familiar cologne washed over your senses, causing your body to go rigid.

“W-Wooyoung?” Your eyes went wind, hands wrapping around his wrist.

Under the mask, a deep chuckle could be heard, his grip growing tighter, but just enough to make you whimper. He stayed silent for a moment longer, gauging your reaction and loving the fear and confusion in your eyes.

“What do you say babydoll?” The use of his normal pet name for you made your stomach churn, and some of the fear started to fade away. You swallowed thickly, looking at him with wide eyes, but the words wouldn’t leave your tongue. “Wanna play a game?”

His voice dropped an octave causing your mind to swirl, lighting a fire in the pit of your stomach. However, fear starts to etch itself into your skin once more. A part of you wanted to yell at him that this little joke of his wasn’t funny and that you wanted to go home. The other part of you wanted to know what he was going to do, curiosity getting the better of you.

“Now…” He released your neck, allowing you to breathe properly, and stepped to the side, “Run along little mouse.”

You didn’t even think twice before you took off running once more, not bothering to look behind you. Even as fear coursed through your veins, you couldn’t help but also feel excited; something about it made your stomach flutter.

You tried to remember which way you came from, hoping that maybe if you got to the car, you would win Wooyoung’s little game. Yet you were sure it wasn’t that simple because finding your way out seemed almost impossible as you rounded another corner. Everything in this damn maze looked the same, and it infuriated you, tears streaming down your face.

The area around you was quiet, and it gave you a bad feeling, seeing as you were sure that ten seconds had already passed. However, glancing over your shoulder you didn’t see any sign of your masked boyfriend. You weren’t sure whether to be worried or relieved, but you did know that you weren’t going to stop.

A cry of relief fell from your lips when the flashlight finally kicked back on, allowing you to see the path in front of you. Using the light, you navigated through the maze; the cold no longer bothers you due to adrenaline. Tears continued to silently drip from your eyelashes as you rounded yet another corner, but this time you stopped short when you noticed a lantern sitting in the middle of an opening. Your heart was nearly beating out of your chest as you moved closer.

‘Maybe this is the center…?’ You thought to yourself as you took careful steps, unsure of what could be lying beyond the threshold. With each step, you started to feel more and more uneasy, a voice in the back of your mind screaming danger.

The sound of a twig snapping behind you made you turn around, your heart dropping to the pit of your stomach, and a scream erupted from your lips. Wooyoung was standing mere inches away, no longer wearing the mask, and a sinister smirk playing on his lips. He quickly slapped a hand over your mouth, muffling your screams as you fought against his hold, forcing you down to the ground.

“I caught you babydoll. You lose.” He chuckled, making you lay flat on the ground, his hand still firmly placed over your mouth. You tried to use your hands to push him off, muffled screams echoing in the dimly lit area. “Scream all you want, but no one is gonna hear you.” His voice taunted you as he grabbed both of your wrists in his hands, pinning them above your head, “Now, are you gonna be a good girl and take your punishment, or are we gonna have to do this the hard way?” He asked, a sinister gleam in his eyes as he stared down at you.

Your heart was hammering against your ribs as you stared up at him with misty eyes, fear settling into your bones. Fighting against his hold was pointless; he was too strong—he was always too strong. So you stopped trying, causing Wooyoung to smirk, moving his hands from your mouth, watching in sick amusement as your lips trembled.

“Good girl.” He cooed, leaning closer to your face. Your eyes fluttered as his warm breath washed over your face. His free hand then moved down to your neck, fingers tracing your jugular, leaving behind goosebumps in their wake.

“W-Woo…” Your voice shook as you called out to him, eyes opening once more to find his dark orbs already on you. The way his gaze bore into you left you squirming underneath him, and despite the fear that had its claws sunk into your brain, there was a burning desire in your gut.

“Shhh, little mouse.” He ghosted his lips over yours, and your eyes fluttered shut, awaiting his kiss, but it never came. Wooyoung pulled away from you, a smug smirk playing on his lips as he watched you chase after him, but you could only move so far with his hold on you. The smirk then dropped from his lip before his hand wrapped around your throat, causing a sharp gasp to leave your lips, eyes flying open. “You lost the game, now I get to claim my prize.”

Then, in the blink of an eye, he released your wrists and flipped you over onto your stomach. You tried to turn your head to look at him, but he was quick to grab the back of your neck and held you down in place. His free hand then trailed down your back before he looped his fingers around the waistband of your bottoms and tugged harshly.

“Woo, wait!” You cried out, not ready for the cold to bite at your bare skin as he peeled your pants from your body, a gasp leaving your lips from the sudden chill. The ground was rough against your bare legs as you squirmed in his hold until a stinging pain erupted from your ass.

“Stop moving,” Wooyoung growled, his hand pressing flat on the small of your back, halting all of your movements.

Tears stung in your eyes as you bit your lip, trying to keep from letting any noises slip. The burning sensation was soothed by the cold wind, but it didn’t last long when he delivered a few more sharp smacks to the plump flesh of your ass. Small cries and whimpers left your lips every time his hand came into contact with your skin until he stopped squeezing your ass. His fingers then moved down to your thighs, pulling your legs apart despite your protests.

“You’re such a dirty slut, look at how wet you are.” He taunted you, his fingers dipping between your folds. Your legs snapped shut around his hand when he brushed over your aching clit, this action only angering the dark-haired male. A cry tore from your lips when he slapped your thigh, tears dripping from your eyelashes. “Keep your legs open.” The growl in his voice only left you dripping more with arousal.

“Woo–”

“Shut up and spread your legs.” He demanded, his fingers around your neck tightening, making you whine. A part of you screamed at you to go against him, but the other, louder part of you told you to just listen, and maybe he’ll go easy on you. So you did as told, spreading your legs and allowing his hand to slip back down to your drenched core. “I told you I wasn’t gonna be nice if I caught you, babydoll.”

Without any warning, he plunged his finger into you, a loud moan falling from your lips as he fucked his digit into you at a merciless pace. You then slapped your hands over your mouth to muffle your moans, causing Wooyoung to chuckle darkly.

“I already told you no one can hear you out here.” He whispered as he leaned down to brush his lips against your ear. You let out another cry of his name when he added a second finger into your soaping heat, scissoring you open.

“Fuck!” You cried out, pleasure washing over your entire being as he continued to roughly fuck his fingers into you. White spots started to dance across your vision as your high crept closer, and because of the hold he had on your neck, making it hard to breathe properly, too.

Just as your high was about to crash down on you, Wooyoung pulled his fingers out, leaving you high and dry. You started to protest but were quickly silenced when he spanked you once again. You gasped at the stinging pain, fingers curling into fists.

His hand holding the back of your neck released its grip, allowing you to breathe properly. However, he combed his fingers through your hair and grabbed a handful. He pulled you up by your hair, causing you to cry out. Your hands flew back to grab his wrist as tears spilled from your eyes. Once you were on your knees, he pulled your head back until you were looking up at him.

“You have no idea how long I’ve thought about having you like this.” He smirked, taking in the state that you were in. Tears streaming down your flushed cheeks, some specks of dirt from the ground were smeared on your cheek and jaw, and god, did you look good like this. Then a dark, sinister gleam covered his iris’.

Your breath hitched in your throat when he brought something to your face. The sharp point of the knife he had earlier traced your jawline; one wrong move, and he would break the skin. You kept completely still as he brought it down your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

“I wonder how pretty you would look covered in blood,” He tilted his head, watching your wide eyes swim with fear. A gasp broke through your lips when he pressed against the sensitive skin of your neck, the blade easily breaking the skin.

Wooyoung watched with a borderline insane smile as your sweet cherry-red blood seeped from the small wound. He watched it as it ran down your skin until it soaked into your clothes, and his smile dropped, annoyed.

You wouldn’t openly admit it, but there was something exciting about him using the knife against you. The thrill that coursed through your veins was unlike anything you’ve felt before, and you couldn’t help but want more.

The fear you felt before was almost completely gone as you looked at Wooyoung, lust pooling in your blown-out pupils. Your hands then released his wrist before moving shakily to your coat zipper, slowly unzipping it as his eyes watched you closely.

Once your jacket was off Wooyoung wasted no time in hooking the knife under the thin fabric of your shirt before pulling. You gasped when the sounds of your shirt ripping were heard, and the now tattered shirt was split, leaving you in just your bra.

“C’mere.” He growled, tugging you into his lap which you complied, your hands moving to his shoulders. He then tugged your head back once more, moving his tongue along your smooth skin, collecting your crimson blood in his mouth before biting down harshly, making you cry out.

“W-Woo– fuck!” Your fingers tightened around his shoulders as he continued to bite and suck on your neck.

The pressure between your thighs was almost unbearable, and your hips unconsciously rolled against his, resulting in a deep groan. Wooyoung dropped the knife before reaching behind you to unclasp your bra, letting your breasts spill from their confinement.

“Look at you, already so fucked out, and I haven’t done much of anything.” He mocked you, taking in the fucked out expression on your face. His hand then fell to your hip, halting your movements, and you let out a whine. “You wanna cum so badly, then work for it slut.” His voice was low as he released your hair, letting your neck relax.

“Woo…” You whined, but your hips rocked against his nonetheless, the rough fabric of his jeans felt delicious against your aching clit. Spreading your legs a bit more, you fully pressed your hips against his, chasing your high, all while Wooyoung watched with a smug smile.

A gasp fell from your parted lips when he latched his mouth to your breast, nipping at your little bud. A shiver ran down your spine at the sensation, your mind turning to mush as he played with your boobs while you rutted your hips against his.

You could taste your high on the tip of your tongue, and you picked up your pace, needing just a little bit more to finally push you over the edge. However, just before your high came crashing down Wooyoung pulled you off of his lap.

“Woo–”

“Aww, is my little mouse getting frustrated?” He cooed at you, and you wanted to smack him, but you couldn’t even raise your hand before he had you flipped back around. You were on your hands and knees, hips hanging in the air while Wooyoung pressed against your back until your chest was flat against the ground. “Don’t worry, babydoll, you’ll get what you want in no time.”

You turned your head to look back at him, but just like before, he grabbed the back of your neck, halting your movements. Then you heard the sound of his zipper before your body went stiff as he rubbed the tip of his cock against your weeping cunt. Mewls and moans fell from your lips as he teased your slit, and he was soaking in all of your little noises, thriving off of them even.

“Woo, please!" you cried out. The pressure was unbearable, and you needed him to relieve it. Yet he was just toying with you, enjoying the way tears started to fall from your eyes once more.

“Since my babydoll is asking so nicely, who am I to say no? But don’t tell me you can’t handle it.” Wooyoung said before pushing his dick into you all at once, causing a choked moan to tear through your lungs.

He didn’t even give you a chance to adjust before he pulled out and slammed back into you, keeping the brutal pace. Tears blurred your vision as you tried your best to keep up with him, but it was futile. With every thrust, his tip would kiss your cervix, making you see stars.

“Fuck you’re squeezing me too tight.” He growled, free hand holding onto your hip for leverage as he fucked into you, your slick making it easier for him to move.

All that left your lips were moans and cries of Wooyoung’s name, your body becoming unbelievably warm. He chuckled as he watched you lose yourself entirely, but a cocky smirk spread on his lips when he noticed your hips moving back to meet him halfway.

He slowed his movements, “Go on. Fuck yourself on my cock.”

You mewled as your hips picked up pace, trying to create the kind of friction he was, but it was no use. Pleas spewed from your lips as you started to grow frustrated, and Wooyoung just watched in twisted amusement.

When he couldn’t wait any longer, he released your neck and grabbed your hair once more, tugging you up until your back met his chest. You cried out when he started fucking into you ruthlessly once more, the new angle allowing him to hit your sweet spot.

“Fuck!” You cursed, eyes rolling back when he moved one hand down to toy with your puffy clit. Your legs shook violently and stars danced across your vision when you felt the knot in your stomach tightened to an unbelievable level.

Your volume only grew louder the more he played with your body, and tears soaked your face. They were quieted, however, when Wooyoung shoved his middle and index fingers in your mouth, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “You’re so noisy, baby.”

You wrapped your plump lips around his fingers, tongue dancing along his skin as he continued to fuck into your soaping cunt. He chuckled darkly as he pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses along your neck, making you squirm.

“God you don’t have a clue what you do to me.” Wooyoung growled as he moved his hand from your clit to your stomach, “this…” he groaned, pressing down on the visible bulge of his cock on your stomach, “this, little mouse, is only part of what you do to me.”

You moaned around his fingers the more he pressed down on your stomach, making you feel every inch of his cock as he fucked you. The pleasure was making your brain spiral the closer you got to your climax. You wanted to beg him to not stop to let you cum, but his fingers muffled all of your words.

“Are you gonna cum babydoll?” He cooed in your ear, and you nodded, eyes squeezing shut and pushing more tears out.

You felt so close, but this one felt different than your other ones. Your body felt like it was on fire and was about to explode in a matter of seconds. His hand then moved back down to your clit, and you didn’t even get a chance to warn him when your orgasm washed over you.

A loud muffled moan erupted from your lungs as you squirted everywhere, coating Wooyoung’s fingers and clit.

“Holy fuck.” He groaned, watching you fall apart on his cock.

Your whole body trembled as Wooyoung continued to fuck you through your orgasm, but his pace never stopped. His hips snapped into your with more fever as he started to chase his own high and threw you into overstimulation in the process.

He pulled his fingers from your mouth and wrapped them around your neck as you turned your head towards him. His lips then found yours in a sloppy kiss, saliva spilled from your lips. You cried out when he started toying with your clit once more, but your noises were quickly swallowed by his mouth when he sealed your lips with his again.

With a few more sharp thrusts, he buried himself in your cunt, spilling his seed deep into your womb. The warm sensation triggered another orgasm from you, and he let out a high-pitched groan as you milked him for all of his worth.

“Shit, baby.” He whined as your cunt continued to flutter around his sensitive cock, his hold on your body tight. The air was silent as the both of you caught your breath, soaking in each other’s warmth.

Wooyoung let go of your neck, wrapping his arms around your midsection and burying his face in the crook of your neck. Your shaky hand came up to run your fingers through his sweat locks, and you laughed softly when you felt him shudder against you.

“You look like you enjoyed that, "you teased him, and he just chuckled before pulling away, staring at you through his eyelashes. The gleam in his eyes made you swallow thickly, already knowing what it meant.

“I could say that to you too, but you can only blame yourself, really.” He teased, pressing feather-light kisses along your bare shoulder and neck, “You were the one that said it’d be hot to get chased and fucked by a masked man.”

“I didn’t expect you to take it seriously!” You exclaimed, looking back at him with wide eyes, and he just smirked.

“Oh, I take everything seriously, especially when it comes to you, babydoll.” His voice dropped an octave, his hands starting to wander your body once more. “Now, why don’t we try it with the mask on, hmm?” Your body shivered at the thought of him fucking you with the mask, and he could tell when you tightened around his half-hard cock. He chuckled, nipping at your skin with a sinister gleam in his eyes. “You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you?”

He didn’t waste a second before flipping you onto your back, grabbing the oni mask he was wearing earlier, and slipping it over his face. It was safe to say that you had a very long night in that corn maze, and you couldn’t walk correctly for a few days afterward, but all in all, it was worth it.

Even if you thought you were going to be murdered in the beginning.

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lomlhwa · 1 month ago

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intern (ot8) [volume one]

pairing: free use intern!reader x office workers!ateez

preview: getting this type of job feels so wrong. but you need money and hey, they're all hot.

tags/warnings: fem!reader, free use, perv!ateez, monster cocks for all of ateez i fear, it's pretty much all dom!ateez but woosan do like to beg to cum so do with that what you will, ties as restraints, hair pulling, spit kink, spanking (with hands and belts), degrading, praise, pet names (slut, whore, cumdump, doll, baby, princess), throat/stomach bulge, sometimes it's one at a time and sometimes it's five, voyeurism, hand jobs, oral (f+m receiving), vibrator torture, crying, anal, two cocks in one whole who cheered, so many creampies [these are general tags for all parts, not all of these will be in every part]

trigger warnings: n/a

wc: 3.7k

song recs for this fic: blind by ateez

a/n: the other parts will come soon i promise

you sit in the office of the man who’s interviewing you. you stare at him and then back down at the papers he put in front of you. you have yet to touch them, fearing what the man had described as a “risky contract.” you gulp down your fear and open the thick package of paper. the first page reads: “intern at strictland corps.” pretty normal, right?

just as you feel your fear retreat, you read the fine print underneath the larger text. “contract of the free use intern.” all of the blood drains from your face and you almost feel like collapsing. you’d heard of positions like this in media, but you didn’t think they were real.

“free use?” you ask, your voice giving away your anxious feelings. “yes, do you know what that means?” your interviewer stares daggers into your eyes as you nod. “then please, read what the job entails.” you gulp down your pride and flip to the next page.

your eyes skim over the words, barely registering anything. you pick up on words like “orgasm” and “plaything.” once you’ve finally read through it, you place the contract back onto the large desk. you fold your hands in your lap and clear your throat. “can i ask for one thing before i sign the contract?” the man in front of you raises his eyebrow, a signal for you to ask. “can i see the men i would be working for?” selfishly, you want to make sure you’re not working for middle aged, washed up men. especially since the contract said there were eight of them.

“very well. follow me,” the man rises from his chair and walks around his desk. you follow him swiftly, hoping and praying that your possible coworkers are attractive. you arrive to a big black door labeled “ateez zone.” he swipes his key card and opens the door for you to walk in before him.

you keep your eyes on the ground until you hear the door click behind you. when you finally look up, you scan the room hesitantly. you’re met with eight pairs of eyes staring you down. these men are not the type of men you expected. you’re being stared down by the most attractive men you’ve ever laid your eyes on. they’ve all paused what they were doing to look at you puzzled. you stand there, speechless.

“what are you doing with this girl, hyung?” the seemingly tallest one asks your interviewer. “this girl is interviewing for the intern position and wanted to see you guys before signing the contract.” you gulp, remembering the contract. “will you be signing it?” the one closest to you asks, staring up at you. everyone in the room suddenly seems much more interested in you and your decision.

“um, yes. i will be signing the contract,” you nod, turning to the man behind you. you come to find that he brought the contract with him. “please sign then, y/n.” you take the stack of papers and a pen from him. you sign your name over and over on over ten pages before finally finishing.

“i'll introduce you to all of them before taking you back to my office and giving you all your essentials for your first day tomorrow.” you nod and take a deep breath and turn back to the group of men you’ve just signed your life away to.

“the tallest one over there is yunho. the one standing next to him is his best friend, mingi. they like to share everything.” there was something sinister in the way he said that, and the way yunho cocked his eyebrow at you confirmed your suspicions. they were definitely going to share you.

“the one with the long hair in front of you is seonghwa. sitting across from him is hongjoong. another set of best friends. hongjoong prefers to watch seonghwa’s antics though.” you catch hongjoong scanning your body, and shooting a suggestive look to seonghwa. they seem to have agreed that they like what they see.

“the really buff one is san. the one sitting next to him is wooyoung. they don’t do anything separately. anything.” you turn to see wooyoung pointing his phone at you and snapping a photo. he whispers something to san and they both snicker.

“and finally, the one with the birthmark is yeosang and his desk mate is jongho. don’t be fooled by their cute faces, both of them could snap you in half. i hope you like headlocks,” yeosang clicks his tongue and hi-fives jongho. “you picked a good one, hyung. she doesn’t look too easy to break,” yeosang says to your interviewer.

“all right guys, that’s enough eye-fucking her. she’ll be back tomorrow.” wooyoung blows you a flirty kiss as you’re forced out of the room and back towards the office you came from. you force out a hard sigh, finally catching your breath. you enter the office space and sit down in your original chair as the weight of what you’ve just consented to hits you.

your interviewer drops a large box in front of you. “this box contains three variants of your uniform that you can rotate through. all three variants contain a short skirt, a white blouse, a blazer and garters. panties are your choice, but most of the boys prefer lace.” you open the box and nod, having first spotted the uniforms. “you must wear heels everyday. half of them prefer pumps, the other half prefer stilettos. i recommend you buy a pair of each, they must be black.”

you pull your phone out and start a new note on your notes app, writing down everything you’re being told. lace, black heels of two different styles. “as for your hair, most of them prefer a ponytail or a braid. avoid having your hair down often, if ever. you can do whatever with your makeup, they don’t have a preference except for their love of simple eyeliner.”

you write some more notes as he speaks. hair up, simple makeup. were you really going to alter your appearance just for a job? unfortunately, yes, yes you were. you saw the way they all looked at you. you want this. “you’ll find your key card on the bottom of the box. send a photo to the security email tonight and they’ll have an id card for you tomorrow morning.”

“avoid coming to work while you're on your period if you’re uncomfortable with period sex. these are mature grown men, so they don’t mind a little blood. but if that’s outside your comfort level, you are provided with a week of vacation time a month.” this shocked you. no such accommodations had been offered to you before in a professional setting. “you don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

you nod, writing that down as well. it will definitely take you a while to get used to all of the things that are expected of you. “I have a question,” you state, realizing there was something that had been completely glazed over. “how much will i be paid?” a smirk appears on the man’s face, seeming to be excited about what he’s going to tell you.

“your salary is 4000$ a week. the guys can add to that as they see fit. they may also buy you gifts, take you on shopping sprees, et cetera. they are wealthy men, they do with their money what they wish.” you jaw drops as he continues to speak. this much money? do they suck at fucking or something and they try to make up for it with money?

just as your interview is wrapping up, the man hands you a small folder. “this folder contains general information about all of them. name, age, height, date of birth. most importantly, though, a list of their kinks. i assure you, miss y/n, these men are not vanilla.” you peek into the folder, just wanting to know one small thing. ‘choi san, 25, 5’9”, july 10th 1999, stomach bulge...’ your eyes widen. what does stomach bulge even mean? is he really big enough to… no way.

“please read through everything in the folder on your own time tonight. you must be well educated before starting tomorrow.” and with that, you’re escorted out of the building, box under one arm and folder in the other. “see you tomorrow, miss y/n.”

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once you finally arrive home, you sigh, positively exhausted. you decide the first order of business is to take a decent selfie and send it to the security email. you need your id immediately tomorrow after all. you redo your makeup and fix your hair before taking a couple selfies. you select the best one of the bunch before writing a nice email and sending it off.

next up is to going through that folder. you need to know everything about them for literally tomorrow. you get up, pour yourself a cup of tea and spread out all the papers. you collapse onto your couch, getting comfy for a long night.

park seonghwa: 26, 5’10”, april 3rd 1998. kinks: spit, choking, giving head, sensory deprivation.

kim hongjoong: 25, 5’7”, november 7th 1998. kinks: voyeurism, mutual masturbation, overstimulation, vibrator torture.

jeong yunho: 25, 6’1”, march 23rd 1999. kinks: throat bulge, spanking, brat taming, degrader.

kang yeosang: 25, 5’8”, june 15th 1999. kinks: hair pulling, praise, forced submission, dacryphilia.

choi san: 25, 5’9”, july 10th 1999. kinks: stomach bulge, edging, degrader, marking.

song mingi: 25, 6’0”, august 9th 1999. kinks: begging, dacryphilia, exhibitionism, riding.

jung wooyoung: 24, 5’8”, november 26th 1999. kinks: wax, biting, ruined orgasm, forced orgasm.

choi jongho: 23, 5’9”, october 12th 1999. kinks: headlocks, choking, blindfolds, whips.

by the time you’ve read everything to the point of memorization, you’ve had 4 cups of tea and changed location 3 times. living room, bathroom, bedroom. they’re so young yet so wealthy, and so kinky.

you decide to hop in the shower so you’re at your freshest for work. you shave basically from your neck down. you do your regular skincare routine before heading to your room. you lay out your uniform options. one is black, one is navy and one is a dark green. you decide to leave out the navy one for tomorrow. you hang up the other two in your closet. you search your underwear drawer and find your one pair of lace panties. you’ll need to go shopping this weekend if you wanna keep your job.

with everything laid out, you decide to finally crawl into bed. the only problem is that you physically cannot sleep. whether it’s excitement or nerves, you have no idea. you think back to all eight of the men you had seen. the ones you’d be working with.

yunho and mingi seemed so intimidating, even from far away. being so tall, they were basically guaranteed to be hung like horses. they both have such dominant kinks, both seeming to be very into the idea of making you sob for them. you shudder at the thought of taking both at the same time.

seonghwa and hongjoong seemed a little less intimidating. hongjoong being a watcher was something that didn’t surprise you. he had that mischievous look in his eyes that gave that away. besides, how could someone not want to watch a beautiful man like seonghwa at work?

the two who scared you the most were wooyoung and san. everything about their body language told you they wanted to destroy you. they gave opposite vibes. in the sense that san would definitely be in control of both your orgasms, not just yours.

yeosang and jongho both have kinks related to their strength, which only mildly terrified you. you could tell even through yeosang’s white button up that his arms were huge. you almost drooled at the thought of being put in a headlock by him. your mind even wandering to having jongho’s hands around your throat, restricting your airflow.

if you hadn’t been so tired, you would’ve been positively dripping by now. but instead, you were lulled to sleep by your fantasies. you can only hope that your coworkers will treat you well and you’ll manage to enjoy your job.

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you jerk out of your bed, your alarm almost scaring your soul out of your body. realization crashes into your exhausted body. you’re starting your intern job today. you shoot out of bed and rush to get ready. hair? up. makeup? simple. uniform? steamed to perfection. you stare at yourself in the mirror, almost being in a state of not recognizing yourself.

as you head towards your front door, your knees get wobbly. you're genuinely nervous for this. you put on your one pair of heels, thanking god that you've always preferred pumps anyway. you climb into your car and pray that your body is more ready than your brain.

you make the twenty minute drive to the office building and park in the spot labeled “intern.” it's the spot closest to the door. how convenient. you have a feeling walking out of this building later may not be easy. you take a couple deep breaths before you walk into the building.

you walk to the reception desk and smile brightly. “hello, i’m the new intern in ateez zone. i just need my id.” the receptionist gives you a weird look before digging out your id card on a lanyard. you give her another quick smile before scanning your key card to be let into the rest of the building. you check your email and you're reminded that you're on the 8th floor.

you get into the elevator and your hand shakes as you press the button to the eighth floor. it feels like the elevator goes in slow motion as it ascends the building. finally, it dings and the door opens to the long hallway. your heels click and echo as you make your way to the door. this is it. this is your life now.

you scan your key card and push the final door open. you find all eight of them huddled around what you assume to be your new desk. wooyoung waves excitedly at you, being the first one to notice your presence. “noona!” he cries out, as if you guys had been friends for years. you smile and bow at the waist to your coworkers. they all disperse from your desk and walk over to you, standing at the entrance.

“so…” hongjoong says, crossing his arms over his chest and scanning his eyes up and down your form. “you’re the intern.” you nod, gulping silently. “yes, i am. i visited in here yesterday, if you guys remember.” they seem to agree amongst themselves that they do remember you.

you smile again and push through the crowd of them and set your stuff down on your desk. you turn around and you’re met with yunho and mingi standing side by side, towering over you. “your workday starts at 9am. it’s 8:55, so we’re gonna spend the next five minutes explaining how today is gonna go. then, at exactly 9am, seonghwa and hongjoong are gonna bend you over your desk. got it?” you freeze in place like a deer in headlights. you can barely get your head to move in a nodding motion before they start speaking again.

“it’s your first day so we all agreed to go a little easier on you,” mingi says with a smirk. you sigh in relief before realizing that their grins are too wide to indicate that they were telling the truth. “I'm just kidding, we don’t care that you just started. however, your first round will be a little nicer than the rest. we are the biggest, in size and height, that’s why we won’t be your first round.” as if on cue, seonghwa and hongjoong appear beside each of them. “hi doll,” seonghwa says, smiling at you seductively. you check the clock. 8:59am. “last but not least, feel free to be as loud as you want. this part of the building is soundproof.” the clock ticks. 9:00am.

as warned, you’re immediately bent over your desk. mingi and yunho saunter away, giggling to each other. you can hear them say something like “she’s too cute.” you’re too preoccupied with being touched to pick up on everything.

hongjoong fans his hand over your ass, admiring the curve of your spine. seonghwa grabs the zipper on the side of your skirt and pulls it down agonizingly slowly, kissing you shoulder sweetly. “i promise you’ll enjoy every second of this, pretty girl.” finally your skirt hits the floor and your bare skin is met with the cold air.

“oh fuck. look at how pretty she is,” you hear from a desk adjacent to yours. you don’t know them by voice yet, but you assume that that was san’s voice. you feel two pairs of hands grab at your underwear and pull them down. your skirt and panties gather at your ankles as you're admired by everyone in the room.

you can hear all of them stop clicking away at their computers as you’re finally exposed to them. you hear collective whispers, full of compliments and lewd comments. “oh, you’re gonna feel so good, baby,” hongjoong says before grabbing a handful of your hair and jerking your head back. you grip your desk for dear life, your only reminder of being alive and not dreaming.

before you can speak, you feel slender fingers prodding at your entrance, circling it as if to torture you. you buck your hips back, trying to gain some form of pleasure. “desperate much?” seonghwa scoffs in disbelief. embarrassment floods your body, flushing your face bright red. “aww, she’s embarrassed now. hongjoong, stuff her mouth before she starts acting like a crybaby.” you can practically hear the smirk in seonghwa’s voice when telling hongjoong what to do with you.

you open your mouth, maybe to protest or maybe to argue against the crybaby allegations, but you’re shut up with your throat being filled. you gag, your throat contracting around hongjoong, causing him to throw his head back and let out one of the most attractive noises you’ve ever heard a person make.

“look at you, so perfect and pretty. you like being used like this, you’re dripping,” seonghwa taunts you, following his sentence with a thrust of one finger into you. you choke, saliva dripping out of your open mouth. hongjoong grips your hair again and moves your head back and forth. “such a wet and warm throat, perfect for my cock,” hongjoong says between strained moans. seonghwa abruptly shoves two more fingers into you, causing you to grip your desk harder, your knuckles turning white.

“three fingers in and you’re already like this. i think you need another cock already.” he pulls his fingers out and fiddles with his belt. you can barely even focus on what he’s doing because of hongjoong. he forces your head all the way down on his cock, blocking your airway for at least 15 seconds. your nose meets his pelvis as you search desperately for oxygen. finally, he lets you breathe and you gasp and cough. almost as soon as you feel relief, your shoved back down at the same time that seonghwa shoves into your weeping hole. you cry out around hongjoong and he only laughs. “aw baby, does it feel good?” seonghwa asks, smacking your ass until it’s bright red.

seonghwa opens a drawer in your desk, revealing it to be full of toys. vibrators, dildos, etc. your eyes widen as he grabs a smaller vibrator and clicks it to a high setting. he presses it to your clit and you cry out around hongjoong’s cock. you're met with another smack to your ass, causing your eyes to roll back. you can hear a giggle from him, followed by a moan. your fingers start to cramp with how hard you’re gripping your desk. your clit is so sensitive that your legs shake violently, trying to keep yourself supported.

hongjoong wraps one of his hands around your neck, cutting off your airflow even more. your face turns bright red as you become more desperate for oxygen and release. “you’re being so good, gasping for air around my dick,” hongjoong taunts you, causing you to furrow your brows and choke out more saliva. a puddle forms under your chin on your desk, your spit spilling out of the corners of your mouth.

they thrust in and out of you simultaneously, barely letting you breathe or even feel real. you can feel your release building up but you have no way of telling them. you release your grip on your desk and reach one arm back to grab seonghwa’s arm and use the other to grab hongjoong’s thigh.

“aww are you close, you slut?” you tighten your grip as if to desperately say yes. hongjoong pulls his cock out of your mouth and removes his hand from your throat, turning your head towards the desk where san is sitting. “ask san if he thinks you deserve to cum. he’s been watching you so intently and patiently,” you catch san’s eyes with your own teary eyes and pout. “please, let me cum.” he gives you a fake pout back before smirking. “you can beg better than that,” san says before getting up and replacing hongjoong’s hand in your hair with his own. “i need it, please. i can’t-” you release seonghwa’s arm to grip san’s waist. you looks at you with such loving eyes before kissing your forehead. “i think so. be a good girl and keep eye contact with me while you cum, baby.” you dig your nails into seonghwa and hongjoong’s skin as you finally fall over the edge.

san lets go of your hair and walks away, just in time for hongjoong to turn your head back to him and finish on your cheek and nose. seonghwa digs his nails into your hips, dropping the vibrator on the floor. he finally finishes, pulling out and watching his cum drip out of you. “you did so well, baby. you’re so pretty,” seonghwa says, kissing the base of your spine and walking away.

you pant, finally being able to catch your breath. your arms go limp and you press your cheek to your desk. you move to lift yourself up and hear a scoff from behind you. “don’t bother getting up. yeosang just finished his report. he’s ready for you. and by the looks of it, jongho is too,” san warns you. you sigh and lower yourself back onto your desk and just lie in waiting.

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