#sweet wooyoung

[wooyounggifs]

The cool kid

[jievn]

giggly wooyoung in logbook#158

[hongjoongdaily]

Happy Joong & Woo Saturday =)

*- low quality photo edition -*

[tyudeongi]

티즈토끼 ! ATEEZ + BUNNIES @ 2023 ATINY DAY

[leatherbookmark]

ateez + little guys who are small 🥺🐶

[raccoonwooyoung]

Soup. :]

[sanjoongie]

February Filth Fest~ ML

Yup, I'm here again to provide a month full of amazing smut! @cherryxsang and @toxicccred decided to rope me in and we've made a combined effort for this kink list. I hope you enjoy as much as we will. I will update the masterlist as they come out with the appropriate warnings!

All kinks, links to said smut and dirty details below the cut :D

1~Hate fucking- Seonghwa (childhood friends to lovers au) ♡Warnings: hate fucking, alcohol consumption, degradation kink, fem dom/ male sub dynamics, face riding, male and female orgasm 2~Somnophilia- Yunho (idol x idol au) ♡Warnings: consensual somnophilia, penetrative sex (no barrier), clit stimulation, m and f orgasm 3~Uniform- Yeosang (established relationship au) ♡Warnings: uniform kink, roleplaying {master/maid}, cum eating, m receiving oral, praise kink, degradation kink, f and m orgasm, creampie 4~Feminization- Hongjoong (party au) ♡Warnings: feminization, public sex, begging, penetrative sex (no barrier), hongjoong is Baby Girl, hj ass=pussy, hj pecs=titties, nipple play, m and f orgasm 5~Dacryphilia- Mingi (model au) ♡Warnings: dacryphilia, public sex, oral (f receiving), edging, fingering, f orgasm 6~Aurelism- San (sci-fi au) ♡Warnings: auralism, verbal instruction, audio porn, usage of toys, male dom/ fem sub dynamics, f orgasm 7~Aphrodisiac- Jongho (prison au) ♡Warnings: aphrodisiac, dub con, hate sex, rough sex, breast manhandling, penetrative sex (no barrier), creampie, m and f orgasm 8~Degradation- Wooyoung (office au) ♡Warnings: degradation, public sex, dry humping, cum shot, m soft sub/ f hard dom dynamics, f and m orgasm, cum eating

9~Oral fixation- Mingi (otaku boyfriend au) ♡Warnings: oral fixation, oral (m receiving), deep throating, cum eating 10~Threesome- Wooyoung/Yunho (siren/pirate au) ♡Warnings: threesome, mxm, oral (m receiving), penetrative sex (no barrier), cum eating, m/m/f orgasm 11~Impregnation- Yeosang (mafia au) ♡Warnings: impregnation kink, cheating, penetrative sex with no barrier, doggy style, spanking, f and m orgasm, mean dirty talk, creampie, oral (f receiving), fingering, cum play 12~Nipple play- Yunho (boxer au) ♡Warnings: nipple play (f and m receiving), hand job, slight spit play, m orgasm, slight overstim 13~ Edging- Jongho (incubus au) ♡Warnings: edging, fingering, mirror kink, denied orgasm, dacryphilia, m dom/f sub dynamics 14~Roleplay- San/Hongjoong (coffee shop/baker au) ♡Warnings: this was completely self indulgent because valentine’s day *sobs* dom/sub {dom joong/sub reader/dom san}, threesome, spitroasting, penetrative sex with barrier, oral (m receiving), m/f/m orgasm 15~Size kink- Seonghwa (ninja, naruto au) ♡Warnings: size kink, public sex, use of the term little one, a lot of size kink dirty talk, size comparison etc, sex with no barrier, pull out method, f and m orgasm, slight aftercare 16~Sadism- Hongjoong (fantasy, school of good and evil au) ♡Warnings: sword fighting, blood, sadism, masochism, cum eating, blood play, weapon play (? hongjoong uses the hilt of a blade to fuck you, yeah), slight breath play, penetrative sex with no barrier, slight degradation kink, slight praise kink, f and m orgasm 17~Daddy- Yunho (established relationship au) ♡Warnings: daddy kink, sub f/dom m, daddy/little one dynamics, soft dom yunnie, bratty spoiled sub reader, praise, penetrative sex with no barrier, m and f orgasm 18~Fem dom- Seonghwa (apocolypse, gods au) ♡Warnings: fem dom (m sub), seonghwa is a simp will always be a simp k thanks, Oral (f receiving), hair pulling, praise kink, begging, m and f orgasm 19~Double penetration- Yeosang/Hongjoong (friends to fwb au) ♡Warnings: public sex, cum shot, cum eating, cock rubbing pussy lips stimulation, double penetration, hard/sadistic dom yeo/ soft sub hongjoong/ melty sub reader, m/m/f orgasm (multiple actually oh gods), anal sex (f receiving), mxm 20~Collar- Wooyoung (hybrid au) ♡Warnings: collar kink, f dom/M sub, bratty woo, fingering (anal, male receiving), begging, wooyoung likes being called a bad kitty, praise kink, degradation kink, slight choking kink, m orgasm 21~Voyeurism- Jongho (established relationship au) ♡Warnings: voyeurism, masturbation, use of toys, dirty talk, spanking, hair pulling, degradation kink, squirting, m and f orgasm, mentions of aftercare 22~Masturbation- San (modern prince au, sci fi) ♡Warnings: masturbation, san masturbates with your used panties, you masturbate to san masturbating on camera, mutual masturbation unknowingly(?), exhibitionism, f and m orgasm 23~Creampie- Mingi (sex worker au) ♡Warnings: creampie, penetrative sex without a barrier, degradation kink, rough sex, big dick mingi as always, praise kink, hair pulling, slight roleplaying, m and f orgasm 24~Pegging- Hongjoong (feminization au) ♡Warnings: pegging, feminization kink, reader as daddy, hongjoong as baby girl, hongjoong’s body parts are referred to as: pussy (ass), tiddies (pecs), etc, strap-on referred to as readers dick, butt plug, m orgasm

25~Strength- Yeosang/ Jongho (gladiator au) ♡Warnings: roman slavery, strength kink, size kink, exhibitionism, Voyeurism, oral (f receiving), breast play, spanking, threesome, spit roasting, deep throating, auralism, cum eating, penetrative sex with no barrier, mfm orgasms 26~Omegaverse- Hongjoong ♡Warnings: breeding kink, possessiveness, animalistic behavior, heat/rut induced sex, penetrative sex with no barrier, omega/alpha dynamics, rough sex, delayed f orgasm, multiple male orgasms, creampie, biting, scratching, bleeding, mxm, voyeurism, sadism, masochism, exhibitionism 27~Hybrid- Seonghwa ♡Warnings: animalistic behavior, a sex contract(?), breeding kink, bratty top reader, nerd sub hwa, slight degredation kink, cutesy kink (?), penetrative sex with no barrier, m orgasm, creampie, premature ejaculation 28~ Mommy- Mingi/San (established relationship au) ♡Warnings: titty sucking, penetrative sex with no barrier, praise kink, slight degradation kink, premature ejaculation, cum shot, m&f orgasm

[eyesofshan-if]

I love all of these characters sm your honor! and all the platonic scenes are written so well! I love affectionate friendships personally, so I'm here for it! Also I was planing on romancing Dalhwa, but hansol honestly has me in a chokehold. May I ask what the ROs favourite dishes are? 👀👀

i'm glad that you like the characters and relationships so far!! and you can take the time to romance all that you'd like, personally i love all of them very much <33

for their favourite dishes...

hansol: a traditional snack of honey pastries!! made of wheat, honey and sesame oil, it's pressed into a wooden mould to make fun shapes and deep fried. known as yakgwa in korean. hansol doesn't allow himself to eat too many of them outside of festivals and celebrations, but they bring back memories of times when things were simpler.

yongsun: rice cakes. yongsun has a tremendous sweet tooth, a trait that he shares with the empress. the rice cakes they used to eat together were often filled with red bean paste, sweetened with the finest honey, mung beans, yuzu and other such ingredients. the empress was a talented cook, and although yongsun has tried again and again to replicate her recipe, he's never been able to find the same taste again.

wooyoung: the dried persimmon!! soft, sweet and sticky with a fine dusting of persimmon sugar on the skins, wooyoung enjoys indulging in them whenever he can find them. his father used to cut them and eat them with him whenever he was a child, and in the first year he moved to the northern regions, he planted a persimmon tree there so that he can taste its fruit again.

????: fresh meat of any variety, often roasted over a fire, accompanied by bulbs or roots or whatever they can forage. filling and tasty when they manage to get their hands on any spices. and if they've hunted it with their own bow and arrows, it tastes even better

[makeitmingi]

hiii, how are u? Can I ask when are u gonna post something about wooyoung?. Btw I really like ur one-shots and series, fr ur my favourite writer🩷. And u don’t have to be worried if u aren’t uploaded frequently🩷 we love u anyway and we will wait for u!!!.

heyyyy!!! hmm ive only just started plotting my new wooyoung idea so i think it'll be a bit until it's posted (so sorry!!) i'll hopefully get to it soon and begin drafting!!

thank you so much for saying thatttt!!! it really really means a lot to me, i feel like my oneshots are still far from good and i have a long way to go in improving them so hearing you say that means the world to me. thank you for your support and love, im so grateful <3

[sandiegokpop]

💜

[wooyounggifs]

He looks so innocent but deep down he is so naughty 😏

[chwejongho-archive]

❄️your winter gift has arrived, @loserline!

a series of gifts for mutuals through december!

[incoherentmaladaptivedaydreaming]

THL Characters Ateez Bias

Get ready for a really niche post LMAOOO

Sebastian: San

He’d really appreciate San’s commitment to performing. San is very hard worker and Seb would really admire his drive and duality. I feel like Mingi could be a bias wrecker too.

Ominis: Jongho

Given that he can’t see, Ominis’s bias would obviously be someone from vocal line, and who better than the vocal king himself LOL. Also Jongho’s constantly exhausted by his hyungs and gets doted on and Ominis can relate.

Natty: Hongjoong

Who better for our brave honorable Gryffindor than our captain? She’s got a strong moral code and Hongjoong does activist activities. They’re both natural leaders as well so Natty would really admire him and his work ethic.

Poppy: Yunho

Only the nicest for our best girl. She’d love Yunho because he’s literal sunshine and makes her laugh. Also they both have a streak of mischief. Her bias wrecker would probably be Seonghwa, another SWEET boy.

Garreth: Mingi

I feel like Garreth would just think Mingi is so cool. I don’t have a strong reasoning for this, but it feels right to me LOL. They’re both just very fun people.

Amit: Yeosang

Idk why for this either, but this feels correct. Neither boys know what’s going on, head in the clouds. Amit would probably feel a kind kinship with Yeosang whenever he sees Yeosang being lost in an interview.

Imelda: Mingi (Yeosang)

She’d pick Mingi because he’s also Slytherin and he’s got a type of coolness to him. She thinks it’s hilarious when he just blatantly lies for no reason in interviews for the shits and giggles. But she’s secretly a hardcore Yeosang stan too. She finds his airheadness endearing but she’d never admit it.

Anne: Wooyoung

We don’t have too many interactions with Anne in the game but from what we hear from Sebastian, she was very mischievous. Wooyoung would be definitely be her bias. Not only for his fun loving nature but also his very obvious love and protectiveness for his members.

Female MC (Hufflepuff): Seonghwa

FOR MY PERSONAL MC, she’s a sweet girl and Seonghwa is her man. Seonghwa looks out for his members and the people around him (e.g. the prank with the lost little girl). He’s also a dork and MC would LOVE HIM.

Male MC (Slytherin): Wooyoung

My male MC is a little piece of shit. He would LOVE the chaos contained in Wooyoung’s little body. Always ready to cause troubles for people (but endearingly so no one can stay mad at him).

I haven’t created a Ravenclaw or Gryffindor MC in my brain yet so no answer for those MCs yet.

[wooyounggifs]

Are you ready? 😏

[cheesemonky]

ive recently become an atiny and the fact that I am only just coming across this is not okay 😭

[choism]

NO

❅*⋆ 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙣𝙤𝙬

navi | taglist

pairing: jung wooyoung x fem!reader

w.c.: 4.4k

genre: smut, fluff, established relationship

while the world revelled in the first snowfall of the year — crowding their windows as the sky painted the streets in a blanket of white — your focus remained elsewhere, too busy celebrating wooyoung.

❅ warnings: food/eating mentioned, unprotected sex (👎), creampie, oral sex (m receiving), deepthroating, men whimpering *drools*, wooyoung is a tease, sub-leaning!reader, cockwarming, creaming, praise, nicknames (youngie, woo; baby, good girl, darling, love), they are so in love i want to throw up

❅ A/N: happiest birthday to my beloved.

nsfw under the cut—minors dni 🔞

Smoothing your spatula over the cooled top layer, small, golden crumbs adhered to the buttercream as you coated the freshly baked cake’s exterior. You peered outside the window atop the sink, a smile stretching your lips when you’d noticed the falling white specs coating the world behind the safety of your glass pane.

You loved winter. You loved the hot chocolate with marshmallows melting into a swirl of whipped cream, huddling up on the couch with candles burning, blankets engulfing your form while the world around you faded away as warmth seeped into your skin. You loved the anticipation of snow, and the bliss it brought with it when it dressed the streets in a soft, pearly gown. You loved the big jumpers you’d sneak out of Wooyoung’s closet, his scent imbedded into the soft fibres, and the homemade soup burning your tongue as he spoon-fed it into your open mouth. Even with harsh storms swaying the trees from side to side, branches banging against your windows, hail pounding on the hoods of cars, and bleak winds breaching the thick layers of cashmere and fleece, winter with Wooyoung was warm.

Too immersed in taking in the sky’s frosty offering, you’d missed the gentle rustling of keys, the click of the front door, mindlessly spreading the slightly-too-thick coating while socked feet padded their way to your idle form. The sudden hands on your waist startled you, a gallop of buttercream flying off the spatula you were holding as your arm jolted upwards, quickly twisting your body with a stunted inhale to face the intruder. Your initial fright dwindled away as you stood before Wooyoung, eyes closed to avoid the buttercream stuck over his eyebrow, his body trapping yours against the marble counter.

“Woo,” you breathed out a sigh of relief, giggles bubbling up in your throat as you reached for the tablecloth you had thrown over your shoulder, wiping his face with your lips drawn tight to suppress the laugh attempting to slip through.

“Is this how you treat me on my birthday?” You wanted to kiss his pout away, but you resisted. “I rushed home to my darling because I missed her so much, and she tries to blind me,” he sulked, fluttering his eyes open once you’d wiped his face completely clean.

This time, you giggle, leaning forward to press your lips together, moving to peck the corners before pulling away. “I’m sorry, my love,” you smiled apologetically, not bothering with teasing him on his birthday. His mouth stretched into a smile that mirrored yours, and you leaned into his body, arms wrapping around his small waist while his circled your own. Glancing down at his shirt, about to scold him for the improper number of layers he’d thrown on before leaving, your eyebrows shot up at the blotchy streaks of brown painting the thin white. “What did the guys do to you?”

He tilted his head to take in the state of his shirt, blowing out a breathy laugh before directing his gaze back to your puzzled features. “Oh baby, you should’ve seen my face. They had Jongho push it down into the cake.”

“Mm, you still have some in your hair,” you grinned while picking out the crumbs from his hairline, running your fingers through dark locks to break up the stuck-together strands.

A gust of air blew over your face as it escaped Wooyoung’s parted lips in a heavy sigh, interrupting your ministrations when he dropped his head onto your shoulder to nuzzle his nose into your pulse point, inhaling the lingering scent of vanilla wafting off your skin and occupying your residence. Pressing a kiss to your neck, he muttered against the soft flesh, “I’ve missed you.”

You smiled, “you’ve only been gone for two hours.”

“Too long.”

Your chest warmed, fingers carding through the soft hairs at his nape while he laid the weight of his head onto your shoulder, breath steady and arms secure around your waist, occasionally tightening as he zoned in and out of the present, content to simply rest within the aura of tranquillity you’d effortlessly granted him. “You’re here now,” you burrowed your nose into his hair, the chocolatey aroma of a wasted cake embedded into the soft locks.

It wasn’t that Wooyoung was fond of winter too—he simply enjoyed spending it by your side. Pretending to be cold so you’d snuggle closer to him, running your hands through his hair and peppering kisses over his face until it scrunched up, blowing hot air over his already-warm palms just to see the corners of his eyes wrinkle as his lips curled with a smile. You'd wait all year to watch the world pile on layers of thick fabric with a sheet of white, quickly melting dust resting on their shoulders, dainty snowflakes bedecking brown locks, irises glinting under the winter sky as you walked down the slippery sidewalk with intertwined fingers swinging between your bodies.

Winter, to you and Wooyoung, meant meaningless walks under the soft snowfall, feeling the momentary chill of the icy flakes on your skin before it reverted back to liquid. Red noses inhaling the crisp air, soft gusts of fog leaving freckled lips as excited words rolled off his tongue—something about a new series he was watching, or was it a movie? The non-prescription glasses he insisted on wearing all but fully beclouded, droplets of melted snow rolling off the plastic frame, his lips cracked with their excessive movement as he kept switching between topics, as though he’d been saving them up for weeks. As though you didn’t share most of the day’s hours in each other’s company, eyes meeting delicate features as the morning sun cast its early rays over your resting figures, and falling shut within each other’s embrace, hoping their gentle touch could carry into your dreams.

Wooyoung knew when to be quiet as well. When the grey, weary skies reflected upon your affect, your warm sheets proving to be a little more difficult to part with, and words a little more difficult to utter. In such instances, Wooyoung offered you peace, safety, warmth. A place to rest and recover, where the passage of time didn’t seem too daunting, where you could find footing at your own pace, with a gaze flooded with unfaltering adoration cast upon you, and arms warmer than the peak of summer holding your trembling form until it found the strength to stand alone, a ghost of a palm on your lower back even as you took your first steps back into the present.

A pleasant exhale warmed your shoulder before Wooyoung’s body retreated partially, arms still encompassing your body while he directed his focus onto the counter behind you. “Has my baby been working on this since I left?” His tone was playful, amused as he peered over your shoulder at the crumb-coated cake left unfinished.

The corners of your lips lifted into a shy smile, cheeks flushed while you nodded. With your eyes fixed onto a particular stain on Wooyoung’s collar, you’d missed the tenderness of his gaze as he took you in—curling in on yourself while he held you in his arms, flour dusted over your sweater and traces of buttercream left at the corner of your mouth from a sneaky taste testing you thought would go unnoticed. Holding your chin with his pointer and thumb, Wooyoung directed your focus back to his face, greeting you with an easy smile before leaning forward to close the gap between your lips. They sashayed like dancers, moulding against one another in a gentle, yet gradually deepening kiss, noses pressing against one another as Wooyoung stepped further into your space.

And just like that, he was gone again, moving back to moon over the blend of abashment and disorientation taking over your features while your lips continued to chase his, the plushness lingering over your senses, and you wanted more. But the hands on your waist were twisting you clockwise until you faced the loitering snowfall once again, Wooyoung’s arms now on either side of you, bracketing your body against the counter while his lips feathered over the cartilage of your ear as he spoke, “come on then, don’t let me distract you.”

Your heartrate picked up, Wooyoung’s body heat—despite the intentional space left between your back and his chest—seeping into your skin, not aiding the flush running up your body at the proximity, the not-so-innocent touches, the teasing, the taste of his lips persisting over yours.

“Woo,” the tone was firm, but your voice wavered before you could stop it, and the telltale stretch of his mouth against the shell of your ear told you all you needed to know—Wooyoung was aware of his effect on you, and would work to exploit his power in any way he could.

Slender fingers reached for the piping bag you’d set aside earlier, twisting one of your hands with his free one to place the tool into your open palm. “Here, I’ll help,” his smirk remained, evident in his voice as he laid his hands over your knuckles, following your lead as you adjusted the bag in your hold until it fit comfortably.

You exhaled the breath you’d been holding, steadying your trembling hands and angling your body over the counter, dragging Wooyoung down with you as he watched your measured movements in silence. Pressing down on the sides of the plastic bag, you formed your first buttercream swirl with a meticulous twist of the wrist. You pursed your lips, leaning back ever so slightly to examine it before nodding in approval, bending down once again to repeat the process.

Wooyoung's hand remained perched idly over yours, eyes flitting between your profile and the hands lining his birthday cake’s circumference with—very uneven—swirls of vanilla buttercream. With no trace of your previous bashfulness to be found, Wooyoung found himself mooning over the engaged furrow of your eyebrows, the glossy sliver of tongue held between your teeth, steady hands moving underneath his with no complaint about their added weight; you’ll most likely use that as an excuse to justify the noticeable discrepancy in swirl size, and Wooyoung will most likely allow it, drop the banter and accept you accusations, simply to see the blissful spark lighting up your irises.

Suddenly straightening up into his body, you’d dragged Wooyoung out of his sappy daydreams and back to inspect the finished cake, the decorative swirls appearing more uniform now that they’d been clustered together, the mouthwatering scent of vanilla and caramel so inviting, so homey and pleasant.

As though you’d read his mind, you reached forward to grab a clean fork from the dishrack, not bothering with cutting out a slice before you’d stabbed the cake to scoop out a bite of fluffy, vanilla-coated sponge. Wooyoung's mouth opened without thought as you directed the heaped fork over your shoulder, teeth clanging against the metal as he slid the contents off its prongs. You'd expected the passionate feedback, turning your head as soon as his eyes had fell shut, wishing you’d plugged your ears as soon as the hyperbolic moaning began. Sensing the sway of his body behind you while he chewed loudly, you slid your finger over the coated side of the cake, collecting a bead of buttercream and rotating your body to smear it onto his cheek. The moaning stopped, thank fuck.

The deadpan expression barely lasted, his features melting into that of warmth, affection, love—as though you’d handcrafted the intricate snowflakes painting the world white and placed them into his hands. Wooyoung’s gaze moved to your lips, skipping contemplation, and diving forward to share the sweet remnants of vanilla on his tongue, flicking it over your bottom lip with a sly smile. He trailed tender kisses up your face, starting at the corner of your mouth and up to your cheekbone. And just as your eyes fluttered shut, a warm, buttercream-covered cheek collided with yours, curved nose nuzzling into the warm flesh to smear the sugary cream over your skin. His grip on your waist was unyielding, holding you still while you thrashed in his arms.

“You shouldn’t play with your food, my love,” he grinned, fingers now poking at your sides.

“Woo—” you shrieked and jerked away from his touch, throwing your head back as giggles erupted from your chest. “Please—s-stop!”

He carried on with his ministrations for a few moments more, revelling in the pleasant melody leaving your smiling lips, the joyous expression persisting even after his hands ceased their motion, now resting comfortably over the curve of your waist. It was as though an inconspicuous force drew him to you, finding it laborious to remain detached from your form. The cake on his shirt be damned, he wrapped himself around you, tucking his head into the crook of your neck to inhale the scent of your body wash, pressing feathery pecks over the soft skin.

The corners of your lips curled upwards, sighing pleasantly at the gentle gesture as you smoothed your hands down his back, nuzzling your cheek into his clothed shoulder while the scent of musk and chocolate mingled in the air around you.

Settling in the tranquil stillness with Wooyoung, you could feel the taut, lean muscle lining his back beneath your palms, absorbing his comforting heat as you stood together. “How are you not cold?”

He smiled fondly at the slight lisp you spoke with, tucked so close to his body, his shoulder muffled your words. Pulling back, he placed a wet kiss to the tip of your nose when you’d whined about the sudden parting, and his hands reached for yours. He enveloped the icy digits within the warmth of his own, bringing them up to his mouth to blow hot air into the cocoon he’d created around your hands. Closing his fingers around yours completely, he hoped it’d contain the warmth of his breath, lowering them back down to peer at you through his eyelashes, a familiar glint in his eyes.

“What?” you questioned warily, one eyebrow raised and heat rushing through your body.

Despite his intense stare, his eyes—though slightly narrowed—remained soft, one hand leaving yours to smooth down the hair at the side of your head, the scent of chocolate surrounding you once again as he pressed his lips to your temple, the leftover sugary cream on his skin spreading over your cheekbone as he spoke.

“My sweet baby, let’s warm you up, yeah?”

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All plans to ravish you vanished as soon as your knees met the carpeted floor between his legs, hurried fingers tugging at his sweatpants, not allowing him the time to settle back down onto the couch cushions before a wet tongue swiped over the precum beading at his tip.

“Baby, you really don’t have to,” he muttered breathlessly, fingers carding through your hair, eager eyes watching your spit-soaked lips approaching his cock.

Looking up at him through your lashes, you wordlessly took his cockhead into your mouth, fluttering your eyes shut as you lowered yourself further down his length, grunts and choked moans reverberating in your ears and motivating you to carry on. He felt heavy on your tongue, the prominent vein lining his shaft throbbing in your mouth and bitter precum overwhelming your tastebuds. Wooyoung’s thighs tensed under your palms, and glancing up at him, you watched the turmoil his features portrayed, wanting you to move at your own pace, yet the burning want sizzling in his gut begged him to take what he wanted.

“Youngie,” a gentle mumble of his name was enough to drag him out of the battles crowding his mind, snapping his eyes down to your face with parted lips and stunted exhales. Dragging your mouth down his length, you watched as his gaze moved to take in the slow descent, then back up at the sound of your voice, “use me however you want, birthday boy.”

You flattened your tongue over underside of his cock, moving upwards to circle around his head, your exaggerated slurping breaking Wooyoung’s composure, the internal battles in his mind coming to a standstill as your warmth engulfed him, eyes beginning to roll back with every inch you took down the rough plane of your tongue. His hands shot up to hold your face, thumb caressing your cheekbones while he kept you in place, languidly rolling his hips into your mouth, head thrown back over the cushions behind him with burning arousal rushing through his body. You nuzzled your nose into the thick hairs at his base, and even as you gagged, your mind floated in ecstasy with every upward buck of Wooyoung’s hips.

“Fuck—‘m sorry darling, you feel so good,” he admired the skill in which you took his cock with lidded eyes, brows furrowed while he held you down until he felt the last of your oxygen warming the skin of his pelvis.

Wooyoung helped you off his length before you had the chance to tap on his thigh, chest heaving as he watched you regain your breath, his throbbing length coated in your spit and spurting translucent, sticky precum in anticipation. He followed the string of saliva connecting the tip of your tongue to his cockhead, swallowing dryly as his body lit up with all-consuming lust. Watching you suck in the air you’d lost, Wooyoung assumed he’d have more time to recover, to push down the hints of an orgasm come too soon, but the sudden fingers around his base offered him no reprieve. Small, firm tugs on the lower half of his cock built him up to an almost-high once again, his voice thinning—groans turned choked-up moans—and his hips involuntarily jerking into your fist.

“W-wait—baby, ‘m gonna cum, please—” he pleaded, but the small smile you tried to hide told him everything he needed to know: you weren’t planning on stopping. You wanted to hear him whimper and whine, watch him squirm and shiver under your touch until he’d dirtied his clothes with his own cum, until his cock could no longer handle the flaring stimulation. But Wooyoung had other plans, grabbing your wrist and sighing as you relaxed your fingers around his cock, shutting his eyes to bask in the calm before opening them once again to take in your dejected features. Too riled up to play your games, like a carnivorous fauna who’d been mercilessly starved for weeks, Wooyoung wanted to feast. “God, darling, I wanna fuck you so bad.”

You thought the couch would’ve been reserved for foreplay and playful teasing, but Wooyoung didn’t bother move to the comfort of your shared bed, simply lifting you off the ground and trapping you under him, the fingers tangled in the hair at your nape tugging your head back to bare your neck while blunt canines left imprints over the delicate skin. Wooyoung’s cock fit snugly between your walls, resting comfortably within your clenching heat while he ravished you, his body weight resting on your pelvis restricting your movement. It seemed as though the raw lust blazing in hooded eyes had dissipated completely, replaced by unwavering patience, gentle pecks and blooming bruises, a throbbing cock seated within your cunt with no plans of moving, of fucking you the way you’d yearned for.

“Youngie,” you whined, a high-pitched whisper that elicited a hum from the man biting into your shoulder. “Please move.”

A breathy chuckle blew over your skin, “I thought the birthday boy made the requests?”

Your expression fell, was it the embarrassment or dejection? Either or, you turned your head to face the backrest, the motion restricted by the hand in your hair, now easing its grip as Wooyoung noticed the flush spreading up from the collar of the flour-dusted sweatshirt he didn’t bother add to the pile of clothes haphazardly thrown over the carpet.

Redirecting back up to your jaw, he planted wet, open-mouthed kisses over its slope, gentle fingers on your chin guiding your gaze back to him. “Oh baby, I’m just kidding.”

His lips settled into an easy smile, soft fringe fanned over his forehead and shimmering beads of sweat forming over the slivers of skin peeking through. The abashment you’d felt faded upon meeting his eyes, void of any judgement, and full of unconditional infatuation. His lips landed onto yours while you were too busy admiring his features—a slow, deep kiss to match the leisure movement of his hips, the drag of his cock over your walls throwing gasoline into the fire burning in your gut. Arm hooking under your knee, he spread you open and laid himself over your lower half.

“What are you—”

“Moving,” a sly smirk paired with a sharp thrust into your welcoming heat, a groan left his parted lips while he watched you melt under his towering frame, the audible squelch of your pussy like music to his ears.

He didn’t give you time to process, elbows digging into the cushion on either side of your head as he built up to a mind-numbing pace, stuffing his cock inside you and revelling in the pleasure painting your features—eyes shut and mouth forming an ‘o’, unable to form coherent words, only a staccato of airy ah’s. His cock was relentless, repeatedly pressing into your sweet spot to light fireworks behind your eyelids, your hips rolling to meet his to create an echo of skin-on-skin between the four walls. The constant squeeze of your pussy around him, the sweet sounds leaving your lips, the firm hold you had around his biceps as he pistoned his hips into you with fervour—Wooyoung’s composure began faltering, and his desperation unveiled itself the deeper he fucked himself into your sopping cunt.

You were so wet, a frustrated whine reverberating in Wooyoung’s throat when he slipped out of you, hands trembling as he hurriedly pushed himself back into your fluttering hole, sighing in unison once your walls were once again moulded to his shape. He lowered himself atop you, his forearms easing some of his body weight off yours while he nuzzled back into your neck, grunts and breathy moans now much closer to your ear, much clearer, sending searing waves of heat straight down to your stretched core.

“So fucking perfect,” he muttered into your skin, “taking me so well, letting me use your cunt the way I want. Such a good girl for me,” he bit down on the column of your throat, feeling it vibrate with your moans as he built himself up to the brink of his orgasm, then slowing down to drag you there with him.

“Fuck, Woo, please—”

Your fingers found the hair at his crown and tugged, not to pull him off you, but to hear the whimpers sounding at the back of his throat. You were close too, so fucking close from the relentless abuse of your g-spot, Wooyoung’s cockhead pressing into it with every forceful thrust into your needy cunt while his pelvis continuously brushed against your swollen clit. The familiar fluttering didn’t go unnoticed, your pussy gripping Wooyoung with its every retreat, swallowing him back inside—inch by inch—with an exhale of relief.

“Close?”

It sounded more like a statement, but you nodded anyway, the hands on his shoulders sliding down his bare back to grip the warm flesh of his hips, desperately guiding them into your heat. The gesture, paired with the doe, sparking eyes you looked up at him with, the gentle tone of your voice as whispered pleads and repetitions of his name escaped your pouty lips, dragged Wooyoung over the edge, tumbling down the steep hill of his orgasm until his vision blurred with unshed tears. The rhythm he'd maintained broke, replaced by sloppy, frenzied thrusts into your dripping cunt, a thick ring of cream forming around his cock as he emptied inside you.

He twitched violently between your walls, and the sudden warmth spreading through your lower belly dragged you down that hill with Wooyoung. You clamped down around his length, halting the frantic pounding as he sheathed himself within your cunt, feeding thick ropes of white into your womb while he shuddered above you, unfiltered moans vibrating against the side of your neck.

It felt like you were still coming, even as Wooyoung used your cunt to milk out the last of his cum, heavy dollops streaming out of the stretched hole, your walls continued to flutter around him, thighs trembling at his side and under his palm. Even as he stretched your leg out for you, refusing to leave the comforting warmth of your cunt while he wrapped his arms around you and twisted you onto your sides, your mind still floated within a cloud of ecstasy.

Was it your orgasm, or was it just Wooyoung? His presence, the soft scent of his cologne and the chocolate in his hair creating a bubble of comfort around your resting frame, his warmth seeping into your skin and lighting your heart ablaze. Today was meant to be about him, celebrating him, but love laced itself into everything Wooyoung did, and he couldn’t help but give, even on a day on which he was meant to take.

“Thank you for today,” the words spoken into your hair were unexpected, and you lifted your head to meet dazed eyes.

“What?”

“The cake, and the dessert,” he smiled at the innuendo, leaning down to peck the tip of your scrunched nose. “Thank you for loving me.”

Dumbstruck, you stared up at the man with glassy eyes, tucking yourself back into his chest before he could question the tearful reception of his words. But Wooyoung only held you tighter, pressing a faint yet reassuring kiss over your hair while you sunk further into his arms. Warm. Even in the midst of winter, Wooyoung was warm.

With the fluffy blanket you’d laid over the backrest now wrapped around your bare figures, you rested within Wooyoung’s secure hold, sharing whispered confessions and hearty giggles while the sun started its descent from its locus. And as the sky shifted from blues to a vivid magenta, you endeavoured to maintain the smile stretching Wooyoung’s lips, to watch his lines around his mouth further deepen until this happiness forever etched itself onto his face.

The world continued to celebrate the first snow of the year—blankets of white now melting over the asphalt—but your focus remained elsewhere, too busy celebrating Wooyoung.

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