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[woolysium]

Anatomy Lesson

﹒♡﹒Pairing: Yunho + Mingi (college AU) x reader

﹒♡﹒Summary: As med students, you, Yunho, and Mingi have spent countless hours studying anatomy together—but in this study session, anatomical diagrams turn into hands-on lessons.

﹒♡﹒Word count: 4k

﹒♡﹒Genre: smut (MDNI)

﹒♡﹒Warning: pure filth, very nsfw, threesome, restraint, hand kink, choking, unprotected sex (a no no irl), double penetration, rough sex, very dom!Yunho, whiny mess!Mingi, Mingi is very desperate, teasing, overstimulation (let me know if i miss anything ig its too long)

﹒♡﹒Request: @mingi-s-dimples "Hey pooks 🙂‍↕️💖 it's me, Bia! I'd love to read something written by your for me sooo here is my request 😋😋 Yungi x reader, college au studying anatomy (I have the biggest yungi brainrot rn I'm so sorry + I'm studying anatomy as we speak). They've been study buddies since they started uni 2 yrs ago and they always met to study tgt. SO I'd love to read how reader is like into them but is too shy to tell them and the boys are like.. also kinda into her but they thought it's be weird to like.. tell her cause it'd be a 3some. NOT ANYMORE !! They study anatomy and reader starts touching them intimately explaining some of the structures (for ex thigh/abs and so on) and Mingi for ex gets turned on from it and gets a boner duh. They have some small talk and then they yk.. have a 3some 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ sigh. Anyways, I'd love to see: restraining with their bodies/hand kink/slight choking/double penetration (is not a kink ik), praise, teasing 😌 Gave you all the details I'd love to see and THANK YOU SO MUCHHHH LOVE YOUU 😋💖💖💖"

﹒♡﹒Author's note: This took longer than I expected, and filthier.... I never knew i could do this good until now lmao. Anyways this is a long ass fic, and cheers to my babe Bia for requesting it, even though i kinda died at the end so it looks rushed but, hope you like it, I love your idea so so much. It was a ride writing this, I had to research a shit ton on anatomy, but it was fun tho. This is not proofread thoroughly since it's too long and i was getting sleepy, so please ignore any errors. Enjoy the meal. I love you Bia 💜

You’ve known Yunho and Mingi since the first day of med school. Being more of an introvert, you usually keep to yourself, avoiding any unnecessary attention. But that day, the only open seat was right in the middle of the lecture hall. Yunho and Mingi showed up late, looking a bit lost, and ended up grabbing the two seats on either side of you.

At first, you figured they were just two extroverted guys who’d probably drift off to make other friends once they settled in—exactly the type you usually avoid. But as the lecture went on, they kept leaning over to ask for help, clearly struggling with the material. Yunho, with his easy smile and laid-back vibe, nudged you and whispered, “Think you could explain this? We’re kinda lost.” Mingi, with a shy grin that made him seem more approachable than his confident appearance suggested, nodded along.

You explained the basics, and they were grateful enough to ask if you’d study together outside of class. Despite your initial hesitation, you said yes, you couldn’t even believe yourself. From there, study sessions became a regular thing—quiet corners of the library or your living room, where you’d help them with the tough stuff, and they’d bring snacks and keep the mood light. They made everything feel a bit more bearable at least, even the late-night cram sessions.

Two years later, the three of you are still a team, but things have changed. Somewhere along the way, simple glances and casual touches started to linger. And there were moments—small, fleeting ones—where you could swear they were feeling it too. Like when Yunho would shift closer to you on the couch, his arm draped casually behind your shoulders, his fingers brushing the back of your neck just enough to make your skin tingle. Or when Mingi’s hand would find your lower back during those late-night coffee runs, the touch lingering a little too long to be just friendly. But no one ever said anything about it, all of you dancing around the unspoken tension that had begun to define your time together.

Tonight is just another study session at your place, and you don’t really think much about anything else other than the lessons. You're all spread out across your bed—Yunho sitting up against the headboard, his long legs stretched out, Mingi lying on his side next to him, propped up on one elbow. You sit cross-legged facing them, surrounded by notes and anatomy diagrams.

You're pointing out different muscle groups and explaining their connections, but you notice the looks of confusion on their faces. With a little laugh, you suggest, “Guys, I think it would be better to show you directly. How about I demonstrate them on your body?” Totally innocent request, or so you thought.

Yunho glances at Mingi, who shrugs with a faint smirk. “Yeah sure. Might be easier to understand that way,” Yunho says, scooching to the side a bit to make space for you. Mingi stretches out beside him, nodding along.

You start with Yunho, tracing the lines of his arm, outlining the biceps and triceps as you explain each muscle group. “So, here’s the biceps brachii,” you murmur, fingers gently pressing along the length of his upper arm, feeling the firmness beneath. Yunho listens intently, his usual playful smile tempered by a newfound focus as he watches your hand. “And just behind here, the triceps—helps with arm extension,” you continue, trailing your hand down the back of his arm. His body is relaxed under your touch, but there’s a slight shift in his breathing when your fingers glide over his chest and down to his abs, the smooth firmness beneath your fingertips making you a little more aware of the warmth radiating between you.

When you move over to Mingi, the atmosphere tenses up even more, you are oblivious, somehow. You run your fingers along his chest, explaining the pectorals. “This is the pectoralis major—it’s responsible for moving the arm across the body,” you say softly, your hand tracing the broad curve of his chest. He listens closely, his breathing grows a bit deeper as you outline each muscle. You continue downward, fingertips gliding over his defined abs. “And here’s the rectus abdominis… your core muscles.” Mingi’s body tenses beneath your touch, brows furrowing as he bites his lips, trying to control his reaction.

“This part—your obliques, they help with twisting movements,” you add, tracing the defined muscles, feeling the warmth of his skin through the thin fabric of his shirt. Your touch follows the natural curve of his hip, then skims lower. It’s meant to be purely academic, but then your fingers slide over the curve of his hip and graze against the waistband of his jeans.

You’re about to pull away when your hand slips, just slightly, brushing over his crotch. You freeze, the realization hitting you like a jolt, the feeling of Mingi’s arousal under your fingertips sending a rush of warmth to your own cheeks. Mingi’s breath catches audibly, his body tensing beneath your touch. You glance up at him, heart racing, but his expression is caught somewhere between surprise and something more intense, his face flushed.

Before you can say anything, you catch the way Yunho's expression has changed too. There’s a heat in his eyes as he looks between you and Mingi, cheeks a little flushed and his breath coming out uneven, though he’s still trying to keep up his usual playful front. "You know, you might be a little too good at this," he says, his voice dropping, teasing but rougher than usual.

The air in the room feels thicker, making your heart beat faster. Yunho moves in closer, his gaze darker, watching you in a way that makes you swallow hard. There’s this electric charge between the three of you now, impossible to ignore. For a second, it’s like time stops—none of you quite sure how to navigate this shift, but aware that something's definitely changed.

Yunho’s usual teasing grin fades when he catches your gaze, something more serious in his eyes. His breath hitches, and you notice how he glances from your eyes to your lips, then back again, like he’s debating what to do. The room goes quiet, and the tension is thick enough to make you feel like you’re holding your breath.

You swallow hard, nerves making your voice waver as you finally break the silence. “I... I’ve liked both of you for a while now,” you admit, your cheeks heating with embarrassment. “But I was too scared to say anything. I thought... I thought you’d find it weird, or that it would ruin everything.”

Mingi lets out a breath he’s been holding, his expression softening even as his lips curl into a smirk, a mixture of relief and disbelief paints his face. “You serious?” He glances over at Yunho, who gives a slow, almost doubtful nod, as if he can’t quite believe what he’s hearing either. Mingi’s hand moves to rest on your thigh, his grip firm, sending a jolt through you. “Look, Y/N. We’ve been into you for so long, but we thought you’d be freaked out by the idea... of being with both of us like this, you know.”

Yunho’s hand tilts your chin so you’re looking right at him. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip, and his voice drops lower. “Yeah, we didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. But if you’re saying you’re into this too...” His other hand slides to your waist, tugging you a bit closer. “Maybe we’ve been holding back for no reason.”

You shiver under their touch, heat pooling low in your stomach as the reality of the situation sinks in. Mingi’s thumb strokes slow circles on your thigh, his other hand trailing up your back. Yunho leans in closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he murmurs, “So... what do you want, really?” 

You catch your breath, feeling their warmth pressed against you from both sides. You look at them, and it’s like all the unspoken feelings are right there on their faces. A nervous smile tugs at your lips as you admit, “I want... both of you.”

Mingi’s grip tightens, and Yunho’s breath comes out in a low, almost relieved sigh, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of your shirt. It’s like a dam breaking—no more restraint, just the three of you finally letting go of the tension that’s been building for so long.

The bed dips under their weight as Yunho settles behind you, Mingi in front. The heat radiating from their bodies is intoxicating, and you shiver as Yunho’s rough hand grips your jaw, tilting your head back. “Look at you. Already so needy,” he growls, the pad of his thumb grazing your lower lip, sending a thrill straight to your core.

His lips crash into yours, rough and eager, as if he can’t hold back a second longer. His hands are everywhere—one cupping your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek, the other slipping beneath your shirt, his touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake. His grip is firm, possessive, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you closer.

Mingi’s hands tug at the hem of your shirt, impatience lacing his movements. He pulls the fabric up and over your head, his fingers fumbling slightly as he tosses it aside. “He’s always in such a hurry,” Yunho teases, his voice a low rumble against your lips, but there’s a smirk in his tone that says he’s just as eager.

Your bra is the next to go, Mingi’s hands quickly unhook it and slide it down your arms. His eyes darken as he takes in the sight of you, his tongue wetting his lips. “You look so good like this,” he murmurs, his breath coming in shallow pants. He palms your chest, thumbs brushing over your nipples, drawing a gasp from you as he rolls them between his fingers, his touch alternating between gentle and rough.

Yunho’s hand trails down your side, fingers hooking into the waistband of your pants. He yanks them down in one swift motion, along with your panties, leaving you completely bare between them. He pulls back just enough to admire the sight, his lips curving into a satisfied smirk. “You’re beautiful, I’ve dreamed of this for so long,” he says, but there’s a rough edge to his voice that sends a shiver through you.

His breath is warm against your ear, his hands trailing down your sides, tracing the curves of your body with a possessive touch. He pulls you closer against him, his large hands sliding over your thighs before gently urging them apart. He holds you open, one arm wrapped around your waist to keep you steady while the other spreads you wider, his fingers brushing against your slickness as he exposes you to Mingi.

Meanwhile, Mingi’s hands roam over your thighs, pushing them apart as he leans in, his breath hot against your skin. His fingers tease along the edge of your crotch, just barely brushing over your wetness.

“Already soaked, huh?” Mingi’s voice is husky, tinged with a whine as his fingers press harder, rubbing slow circles over the soaked heat. He’s watching you, eyes blown wide with lust, lips parted as he takes in every little reaction. He lets out a shaky breath, his impatience bleeding through. “You’re so fucking desperate for it, aren’t you?”

Yunho’s hand wraps around your throat, fingers tighten slightly, cutting off your reply. “Mingi, quit messing around,” he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. His fingers slowly twisting your nipples, hard enough to make you gasp. “She wants it rough, so let’s not make her wait.”

Mingi, positioned between your legs, drinks in the sight of you with darkened eyes, a low groan escaping him. “Yunho, she’s so wet for us,” he mutters, his voice husky with desire. He presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh, his lips trailing a path closer to where you need him most, his breath teasing your skin and making you squirm in Yunho’s hold.

Yunho tightens his grip, keeping you steady, a smirk playing on his lips as he feels you try to press closer to Mingi. “Easy, baby. Let him take his time with you,” Yunho murmurs, his tone low and commanding, his fingers brushing along your inner thigh as he keeps you spread wide for Mingi.

Mingi glances up at you through half-lidded eyes, his mouth hovering just inches away from your core, and you can feel the heat of his breath ghosting over your most sensitive spot. “You ready for this?” he asks, his usual confidence cracking just enough to reveal the desperation underneath. He doesn’t wait for your answer before leaning in, his tongue dragging slowly over your folds, tasting you with a groan that vibrates against your skin.

You gasp, your head falling back against Yunho’s shoulder as the sensation crashes through you. Mingi’s mouth is relentless, his tongue working you over with a rhythm that has your thighs shaking, but Yunho’s grip keeps you from closing your legs, keeps you open and exposed to every lick, every gentle suck. He spreads you wider with his fingers, giving Mingi the perfect angle, and Mingi takes full advantage, his tongue dipping inside you before dragging back up to circle your clit, teasing you mercilessly.

Yunho’s lips find your neck again, pressing rough kisses along your skin, his teeth grazing over your pulse point. “Look at you, falling apart already,” he whispers, his voice filled with amusement as he watches the way your chest heaves with every breath. “Mingi, I think she likes that,” he teases, his hand sliding down to cup your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple in slow, deliberate circles.

Mingi pulls back just enough to speak, his voice low and rough. “She tastes so good, Yunho... I don’t think I can stop,” he admits, his usual confidence slipping into a more desperate edge. He dives back in with a hunger, his tongue working faster now, alternating between soft licks and harsher, more focused attention on your clit, sucking it into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue until you’re crying out, your hands clutching at Yunho’s arm for support.

Yunho groans softly at the sound of your moans, his own arousal pressing hard against your lower back. He lets one hand drift down, his fingers grazing over Mingi’s jaw as he works, a silent encouragement as he keeps you pinned in place, making sure you can’t escape the overwhelming pleasure. “Yeah, that’s it, Mingi... make her fall apart,” Yunho breathes, his own voice thick with desire as he watches the scene unfold.

Mingi’s pace grows more frantic, his lips and tongue driving you to the edge, his hands gripping your thighs to keep you steady as he devours you like he’s starving. The combination of Yunho’s firm, steady grip and Mingi’s relentless mouth leaves you helpless between them, your body arching as the tension builds, heat pooling low in your belly until you can’t hold back anymore.

“Yunho, please... I—” Your words dissolve into a choked moan as Mingi’s tongue circles your clit faster, pushing you right to the brink. Yunho’s hand slides back to your throat, not applying pressure but just resting there, a reminder that he’s the one in control, a reminder of how completely you’re at their mercy.

“That’s it, baby. Come for us,” Yunho whispers against your ear, his thumb stroking over your pulse as if feeling the way it races beneath his touch. His other hand tightens on your thigh, holding you wide open for Mingi’s tongue, making sure you can’t escape the intense sensations that roll through you in waves.

And when your release finally crashes over you, it’s like everything shatters—your body shaking between them as Mingi holds you steady, his tongue slowing but never stopping, drawing out every last aftershock until you’re a trembling mess in their hands. Yunho’s grip softens, turning soothing as he brushes his lips against your temple, “Good girl,” his voice soft in a low register.

Mingi pulls away from you, lips slick and pupils blown wide, catching his breath as he watches the way your body trembles. He flashes you a wild grin, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk as he takes in the sight of you coming undone. “You’ve got no idea how good you look like this,” he murmurs, voice rough and low, sending a shiver down your spine.

Yunho’s large hand cups your jaw, his fingers pressing gently but firmly as he tilts your head back, stealing your breath with a demanding kiss. His tongue slides against yours, leaving you dizzy with the heat of his mouth, while his free hand drifts between your legs. His long fingers find the slickness Mingi left behind, sliding inside you with ease, spreading your pussy open, curling to press against that sensitive spot that makes you gasp into his mouth. He groans at how ready you are, his own control slipping as he pumps his fingers slowly, making you arch against him.

“Think she’s ready for us, Yunho?” Mingi teases, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your thighs, his voice tinged with a playful edge even as his own breath comes out shaky. His hands press your legs open wider, his grip rough and eager, holding you in place beneath him.

Yunho pulls back, letting his lips ghost over the shell of your ear as he speaks. “More than ready,” he murmurs, his tone low and dark. He withdraws his fingers, leaving you clenching around nothing, and Mingi’s lips twitch into a smirk as he watches the way your hips move, seeking more. He pulls his own shirt over his head, revealing the toned muscles beneath, and shoves his jeans down in a hurry, his cock heavy in his hand as he strokes himself, his eyes glued to the way you tremble beneath them.

They both shed the last of their clothes, and the sight of them—Mingi with a desperation in his eyes, his cock hard and leaking, and Yunho’s self-assured composure as he strokes himself slowly—has heat pooling in your belly all over again.

Yunho catches Mingi’s eye, and there’s a shared look between them—a look that you can’t quite make out of. Mingi huffs out a breath, a smirk curling his lips even as his hands tighten on your thighs. “Ready to make her feel good, aren’t we?” Yunho taunts, his tone edged with a dangerous kind of promise.

Mingi’s response is a low hum as he settles between your legs again, his breath ghosting over your sensitive skin. He presses a final kiss to your thigh, his lips soft before he lines himself up with your entrance. “You’re gonna take us both, sweetheart. You up for that?”

Yunho’s grip tightens on your jaw, guiding your head back so you’re looking at him, his expression dark and intense. “She can take it. Can’t you?” he challenges, his thumb brushing over your lips, the pressure making your breath hitch. You nod, can’t even form words, and a satisfied smirk tugs at Yunho’s mouth.

Mingi eases himself inside you, inch by inch, his moan vibrating through you as he stretches you open. The way his big dick fills you is almost overwhelming, his rough grip grounding you as he bottoms out, shuddering against you. “Fuck, she’s so tight... I’m not gonna last if you keep squeezing me like that,” he’s breathless, barely keeping himself together as your body tightens around him.

Yunho smirks, his fingers flexing against your throat. “She likes it, Mingi,” he murmurs, the dominance in his tone sending a thrill through you both. He moves his hand to your clit, his touch unrelenting, and the added sensation sends you spiraling, your body arching back into him as he drives you higher.

Yunho’s smirk widens, his gaze tracking every twitch of your expression as he positions himself behind you, the thick head of his cock pressing against your entrance alongside Mingi’s. He moves slowly, letting the stretch settle in, and you gasp at the sensation, the stretch is intense, burning in the most delicious way as your body struggles to adjust. They both push forward, filling you to the brim, and you can’t hold back the sharp cry that escapes you, the sensation leaving you breathless.

Yunho’s breath ghosts over your skin, his voice a low growl in your ear. “Look at how desperate he is for you,” he taunts, his fingers pressing down on your clit, rubbing rough circles. “But you love it, don’t you? Being filled like this, over and over until you can’t even think straight.”

Mingi’s head snaps up at that, his lips curling into a defiant smirk even as his movements falter, every thrust turning sloppy and wild. “She loves it... I can feel how tight she gets every time you touch her,” he gasps out, his voice cracking into a moan as Yunho’s fingers tighten their grip, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp, and he holds you there, his grip firm as he watches the way your lips part, vision going hazy. Mingi loses himself in the rhythm, his cock twitching inside you as he chases the edge of release, his desperation palpable in every shuddering breath.

You can feel Mingi’s pace falters, his head dropping to your shoulder as his breath stutters against your skin. “Fuck, I can’t hold back... she’s driving me crazy,” he groans, his voice breaking on a whimper as he feels the way you clench around him.

From behind you, Yunho chuckles, his own control slipping as his hips snap forward, burying himself deeper inside you. “Don’t hold back,” he growls. “Make her come again.” The dual sensations of their thrusts, the weight of their bodies, and the intimacy of the moment push you closer to the edge, and you feel the tension building again. “I can’t—oh, God, I’m so close!” you cry, your nails digging into Mingi’s arms as you cling to him.

The room fills with the sounds of your combined breaths, the wet slap of skin against skin, and the low, breathless curses spilling from Mingi’s lips. His hand slips, reaching back to grip Yunho’s wrist, grounding himself as he rocks into you with wild abandon, his moans turning needy and high-pitched as he finally loses himself in the pleasure.

Yunho increases his pace, and Mingi’s fingers dig into your skin as he matches the intensity. “That’s it, just let go,” he encourages, his voice a desperate plea.

The heat spirals through you, the sensation of being double filled amplifying everything. Your body arches back against Yunho, and with a final thrust from both sides—it pushes you over, and you come with a broken cry, clenching down around them.

Mingi loses it then, his hips stuttering as he spills inside you with a choked moan, his whole body shuddering against yours. Yunho isn’t far behind, his grip on you steady as he pushes deep one last time, burying himself as he loses control. He keeps moving through the aftershocks, drawing out every last drop of pleasure until you’re a trembling, spent mess in their arms.

They hold you there, their bodies pressed against yours, the heat of the moment fading into a heavy, sated silence. Mingi’s head rests on your shoulder, his breath ragged against your skin, while Yunho’s hand gently loosens around your throat, his lips pressing a softer kiss to the side of your neck.

You’re all left panting, tangled together in a messy heap, the air thick with the scent of sex and satisfaction. Mingi pulls out first, dropping back onto the bed with a breathless laugh. “Fuck, that was... intense.”

Yunho wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you against him as he presses a kiss to your shoulder. “Yeah, it was an intense anatomy lesson, but she took it like a champ,” he murmurs, voice full of pride. “Didn’t you, babe?”

You nod weakly, a small smile tugging at your lips as you relax into their warmth. “Yeah... I did.”

by @woolysium

[woolysium]

no thoughts only naga Wooyoung

♡ 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 | 𝐉.𝐖𝐘 ♡

Day Eleven - Double penetration

【Synopsis】 : A creature cursed to wander the earth alone, finds himself falling for a sweet little human that finds peace in the lonely forestry.

『Word count』 : 3.52k

-> Genre: Fantasy. Smut. Fluff. 18+

Pairing: Nāga!Wooyoung x Human!Reader

[Warnings] : Swearing. Sappy shit. Both the reader and Wooyoung come from terrible pasts. Lowkey kinda trauma bonding, whoops. Swearing. Fingering. Pet names, [little mouse. darling]. Wooyoung is cheeky. Stupid jokes. Wooyoung literally rips apart the reader's clothing. Cum play? Crying. Dirty talk. Unprotected sex. Anal. Creampie. Breeding. Clit play. Breast play. sappy thoughts at the end cause I can't help myself.

Networks: @illusionnet @wonderlandnet @atzhouse @cromernet @k-vanity

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In a quiet cottage, nestled snugly between thick forestry and rolling hills, a secret lurked. The townsfolk in the nearby village went about their daily routines, unaware of how extraordinary the beast just beyond the edge of their small community truly was. No, only a mere myth, a story wandered about the homes of these innocent humans. They called him, Thanatos. A god of death. Not many have ever stolen a glimpse of the creature but some have said that his scales glimmer in the fading light and his eyes that shift from emerald green to a golden yellow, were like nothing they had ever seen. He was a creature born of dark magic and mystery. A whisper of legends, hushed tones speaking of a cursed hybrid trapped in the shadows, fleeing from the world that banished him.

But yet, he was far from what the rumours prey told. He was a gentle soul, with a deep yearning for connection. He was lonely.

That was until one dusk, as the forest and the nearby towns grew to slumber. The only noise left was the sounds of crickets and rustling leaves in the shallow wind. Wooyoung had found himself in a secluded watering hole. The air was thick with the scent of wildflowers and fresh moss as he listened to the silver streams gushing off the rock's edge. It was here where he watched you, a local artist with an infectious smile, a beauty unlike any he had ever seen, and a talent so vibrant and captivating. 

You often found yourself venturing into the woods, ignoring the towns' warnings, to draw inspiration from the magicalness of the surroundings. On this particular evening, you had set up your little makeshift mobile studio to try and capture the colours of the twilight sky. Little did you know, Wooyoung was hidden away among the tree, watching instantly as he felt a twist of longing. He knew so much about you, yet so little as well. He knew of your rough childhood as you often sought the little forest creatures for guidance even though you knew they wouldn’t speak back. You chatted to the sleeping fox about your feelings of outcastedness and the emptiness of being different. You didn't have any friends and your family liked to pretend you weren’t there. You were just like him… Lonely.

He watched your delicate fingers dance over the canvas, and your bright love weaved into a spell that drew him in at every flick of your pencil and stroke of your brush. Each evening, Wooyoung returned to the same waterhole, listening to the melody of your tender voice as you sang softly while you created masterpiece after masterpiece. He felt something awaken within him, a burst of emotions he had thought no longer existed. Each time he found you under the cover of night, his heart swelled more as fear gripped him just the same. What would you think if you knew his true nature? Would he be condemned to a life of shadowed solitude, forever an outcast? Forever to watch from beyond. Never to experience a gentle touch.

Days turned into weeks and then weeks became months. You found yourself being almost enchanted by the feeling of being watched. Like the forest itself was alive. You enjoyed that feeling. A feeling of comfort, not loneliness. Unlike being surrounded by the empty eyes of the village, you felt safe among the blind trees. 

The rustle of nature and the flicker of sunlight piercing through the trees ignited the feeling that you were being watched. It was like an unexplained pull to uncover the woodland's secret, and deep in your heart, you knew something mythical was lurking. Something magical, just beyond your vision.

And one faithful evening as dusk settled in, your curiosity overwhelmed you, making you stand up from your work to head towards the waterhole. Your voice ran through the dense forest, making all the creatures within know your presence, "I know you're there. Why are you hiding?"

To your surprise, Wooyoung, who was trembling with equal fear and desire you felt at this exact moment. He revealed himself from the comfortable shadows with arms raised high in defeat. But the moment his eyes met yours, the air tightened with an unspoken tension. A connection of souls. Your breath hitched, catching in your throat, but instead of having an overwhelmingness sense of fear like most people would feel when seeing such a creature, her heart swelled with anticipation and compassion.

"Please..D-do not be scared." He said as if he was waiting for you to flee back to your town. His voice is smooth, gentle even. Something you've never heard from a man before. "I promise I won't harm you."

"Who are you?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper. Your eyes shone with awe and curiosity as you took in every detail of the man in front of you.

"I'm Wooyoung..." he spoke with caution, "Most know me as Thanatos. A creature of magic and myth." He admitted, his voice heavy with the weight of his burdening truth. You took a step closer, absorbing every detail of the creature. He was visibly shaking, frightened stilled. He was gorgeous in an otherworld kind of way. A beauty you would take pride in capturing in a painting. A sense of understanding bloomed between you as you both could recognise the same loneliness in one another. Mirrored tragedy. 

"Why do you hide?" You knew it was a silly question, knowing that he—a man with a long black tail that was meant to be legs and scales littering his chest, arms, and neck—had his reasons. But your heart ached for him, and you grew curious about his story.

"Because the world is not kind to those who do not reach its standard," Wooyoung replied with a sigh, his voice laced with sorrow. "I'm an abomination."

In that moment of vulnerability, something shifted in you. A feeling so powerful, that you lose control of your own body. Stepping even closer, no longer sensing any kind of hesitation, your gaze never left his as you became only a mere inch away. "You're the most beautiful person I have ever seen. The only abominations are the people who won't think the same as I."

Time stood still as he tried to see any sense of fear or disgust in your gaze. But there was nothing. Only curiosity and a fluttered heart. This was the start of something neither of you would ever want to stop. Late-night meet-ups in the same spot you met, sharing stories—your dreams of becoming an artist while he told tales of his travels through the ages, observing the beauty of the world behind the hidden corners of shadow. With every word, it was like the world around you began to fade away, leaving only threads of hope that promised acceptance and understanding to each other.

Then, one full moonlit night, you couldn't help but reach out towards the man lying next to you on the large picnic blanket. Your hand grazed the smooth surface of the scales that decorated his chest. Wooyoung couldn't help but suck in a hard breath, afraid to move but yearning for more of your touch. When your fingers moved over his flesh, a rush of warmth consumed you both. Like you had, both had been touched by destiny.

 "S-sorry." Your voice was barely above a whisper as you gulped, seeing his flinch reaction. His slit eyes found yours quickly sitting up straight with concern.

"No-i..it's okay. It's just. Being touched like that..." he felt embarrassed to admit that a simple touch from you had caused all his blood to run south. He had craved you since the first day he saw you, and now that he finally got to know what it felt like to have you touch him, his mind couldn't help but run wild. "I should be the one to apologise."

You sat up, turning your body to face him. Your hand found his long tail, giving him a gentle gaze. "Does my touch excite you?" You felt your cheeks heat up, your heart so close to beating right out of your chest. "You don't have to apologise for your feelings."

"I..." his clawed hand braces itself on top of your hand while the other lands on the exposed part of your thigh where your dress had been hiked up from how you were sitting. "I don't want to scare you."

"Scare me?" You said almost in a disbelieved tone. His only worry was that he didn't want to scare you? You couldn't help but chuckle a little bit, making the creature before you gaze at you with embarrassment. Without thinking, you moved suddenly, throwing one leg over his tail so you could sit on his lap. He was completely frozen now, his yellow eyes growing darker with every movement. You then brought your hands to his face, cupping his cheeks. "Nothing about you can scare me, Woo. You are perfect just the way you are."

"Fuck.." He didn't mean to swear but as his eyes fluttered closed for a moment he couldn't help but bask in your loving words. Perfect. No one has ever said such a thing to him before. If anyone here was perfect, it would be you. "You can't say stuff like that, darling."

"Hmm, and why not?" You shifted a little, getting more comfortable on top of him. Wooyoung let out a deep hiss, his claws coming to hold your hips tightly in place.

"I wouldn’t keep going if I was you. I'm over a thousand years old, and I have fucked someone in a very, very, long time." He punctuated every word as his eyes snapped open to stare you down. You felt so small in his hold, your mind losing control of your limbs for a moment as you grind your hips against him. The cloth against his hips slowly rode up with every buck, bunching around his waist without you noticing. Your face inched closer, one of your hands falling to his neck, tugging him closer. Your smile dropped as your mouth parted all the while his gaze never left yours. It was like his eyes began to glow a low golden hue as if his scales began to shine brighter. “This is dangerous…”

“I don’t see any danger.” You whispered, lips brushing against his. You were so close, yet so far. Everything was heightened like all your senses had been spiked. His hand slipped between you both, grazing over your covered cunt. His finger pressed firmly against your clit as he sealed his lips against your own. “W-woo.” You moaned against him feeling his tongue brush against you and that's when it clicked. “Oh my...”

You pulled away watching his tongue swipe along his bottom lip, noticing the split in the middle. It was long, pointed and oh how it made your whole body shiver. “Told you this was dangerous.”

Without another thought, you smashed your lips on his again, letting him snake his tongue inside. You could feel it almost go down your throat with how long the appendage was, all the while his finger started to rub faster against your little bud before sliding along your covered folds. You moaned, your eyes rolling backwards as you let him play with your body. Any part he wants. He pulled away from your lips to litter your cheeks and jaw with soft kisses. His sharp claws tore the fabric of your panties, giving him access to sink two fingers inside you. “Fuck, argh. P-please.”

“You sound so beautiful. So cute…” He growled, flipping you over with an ‘oof’. His large tail's weight pressed firmly against your lower half, but his fingers are still snug in you. “You have no idea what you have caused.”

"Why d-don't you show me..." You choked out a whimper at the way he was nipping your skin, leaving little purple marks in his wake. Your fingers travelled to the nape of his neck, tugging on his pitch-black hair. 

He simply chuckled at your desperate noises, grinding his hips deeper against yours while he placed his thumb on your clit, rubbing in a slow painful circle. You felt yourself get lost in the pleasure, the way his fingers were snug inside you, the way his long tongue ran down your hot skin. It was like the world had melted away, leaving only you and him. 

"Such a pretty thing." His voice was low, almost inaudible, but the sound of rustling fabric drew your mind back, seeing he had thrown the cloth that was wrapped around his waist to the side, leaving him now completely naked. He sat up to spread your legs wider, using the tip of his tail to hold your ankle to the far left while his free hand held your right thigh. This gifted him the sight of his digits knuckle deep inside your pretty pussy. You were sucking him in, and with his gaze on you, you couldn't help but just clench tightly around him.

"Wooyoung..." You felt tears trickle from the corners of your eyes. You were so close. You just needed a little more. "P-please."

"Awe, don't worry, my little mouse. I'll give you whatever you need." His dark tone caused a visible shiver to run down your spine, your eyes opening wide at the seemingly innocent nickname he had given you. His little mouse. His prey. The coil in your gut snaps, unravelling quickly, making you leak all over the creature's fingers and onto the blanket below. Wooyoung chuckled, amused at the way you unfolded around him. You were everything he could ask for, and more. "Are you ready for the real fun?"

In a haze, you almost didn't hear his cheeky tone. Everything felt fuzzy, almost like you were no longer in your own body. But when your eyes fluttered open again, you could finally see what he meant by fun. The slit that resided horizontally to his pelvis had stretched wide and two soaking hard cocks were sticking out of it. You couldn't believe your eyes, you had read stories about snake creatures kidnapping women to mate with them and they had spoken of having two or more cocks but you did not believe it to actually be true. "Oh lord..."

"I am not the lord. But I'll definitely take you to heaven if you allow me." Wooyoung joked leaning forward slightly to rest both his cocks on your wet cunt. You bit on your bottom lip as he grabbed the cock that rested on the top and stroked it through your folds. You could feel the tip of the other one poking your ass with every grind of the other. Your mind completely clouded over as you basked in the idea of being fucked by not one but two dicks. Never in your life would you have thought you'd end up in such a situation.

"Wooyoung, I want it. Please give me everything." You begged, bucking your hips against him. Your slick coated his appendages as he watched intensely. He slid his tip along your clit, down your slit before tapping your hole, drawing more whimpers out of you with each stroke. He couldn't contain himself any longer, pushing his tip into your entrance slightly. 

"S-so warm." He grunts, sinking his cock slowly inside you. Your hips buck as you feel him bottom you out completely, almost winding you at the girth of him. "You're so tight little mouse."

"W-wooyo. Please move." Your eyes were shut tight, and your jaw slack, drool slightly dripping at the corner as your moans filled the forest. Wooyoung obeyed your sweet plea like he was hypnotised. His hips snapped back before shoving his cock deep inside you again, repeating this rhythm until he slowly picked up the pace. His fingers started to claw at the fabric on your body, ripping all of it to shreds, trying to see more of you, feel more of you.

"Fuck, nargh." He hissed, seeing your breasts spring free from your tatted clothing. They bounced in time with his jackhammering thrusts while your nipples tightened from the cold evening air. He couldn't help himself, his long split tongue dipping out of his mouth to your fluffy appendages. His moist muscle danced around your left bud, soaking your breast in his saliva. He found his tail letting go of your ankle, slithering towards your puckered hole. A shiver creeps down your spine as you feel it prod your ass. "I have to prep you a little bit, baby."

Wooyoung sat up, removing himself from your body briefly so he could pull his cock out, stroking it roughly. Some pre cum leaked out of him as he moaned, focused on watching the juices leak onto your asshole. He used his own cum as lube to prep your hole, the tip of his tail smaller than his cock but bigger than his fingers. "Oh fuck,"

You've never left so dirty before before this moment feeling his tail sink inside your tight hole. Once Wooyoung was satisfied, he re-entered your cunt with his second cock, getting it nice and coated with your slick. "You're so messy, baby. Are you enjoying yourself? Enjoy being fucked by a monster?"

"Yes! Wooyoung, I love it." You yelp feeling him exchange his cocks, thrusting a few times before switching again, over and over. It sent your mind into a tailspin, feeling all the different sizes and lengths. His tail finally left your ass, but this time it wrapped around your left thigh, spreading you further to the point that you can feel a gentle burn in your legs. 

"Such a good little mouse." He presses his lower cock with your asshole, while he nudges his top one to your cunt. You bit your lip in anticipation, taking a deep breath as he slowly entered both your holes at the same time. You both groaned out, feeling the overwhelment of pleasure, eyes locking, never leaving one another. "You tight so perfectly around me, baby. My pretty human."

The animalistic sound that emitted from deep in Wooyoung's chest was enough to send your mind straight into the fog. Your body feels like it's floating, nothing else around you but him. His scent, the feeling of him deep inside you. Your body was his to play with, his to claim. "Wooyoung p-please. Faster." You managed to choke out. 

He obeyed quickly, his hands bracing themselves on the forest floor on either side of you, noticing the blanket was scrunching up around your frame, like a protector from all the leaves and twigs. His claws dug into the soil, feeling the cold damp earth beneath his palm. His thrusts became unruly, and you angled yourself so your legs could wrap tightly around his upper waist. Your screams were muffled by Wooyoung shoving his thick long tongue inside your mouth, his sharp fang-like teeth clashing against yours and nipping at your lip, drawing little pricks of blood. 

He drilled into you, losing himself in the feeling of both of your tight holes around him. He was close. Really close. But he needed you to come first. He needs to feel you come around him first. "Come on, baby..." he growled, loosening one of his hands so he could bring it down to your clit. "I need to feel you cream around me, baby. Can you do that for my little mouse?"

You nod like crazy, choking sniffles and cries as tears stain your puffy cheeks. Your eyes rolled back feeling him pinch your clit, his fangs raking over the skin of your jugular before clamping down, biting your soft flesh. Your screams went quiet as your lungs lost all their air and your mind snapped. You came fast, hard, and blissfully clenching tight around Wooyoung. He couldn't hold it, emptying his seed deep inside your ass and cunt, letting you milk him dry.

Your ears were ringing as you could only hear your heart rate slowly starting to lessen. Your chest heaved for air, feeling the tingle of Wooyoung's lips gifting you kisses along your sweaty collarbone. With the little energy you had left, you reached for his head, placing a hand in his messy hair. It was tangled, but you still managed to rake your fingers gently through it. You swore you heard a purr slip out of him from your actions. 

The silence was nice for once. The peace of no longer being alone. No, you both knew from this day forward. You were never going to be lonely ever again.

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[woolysium]

Sucking off ATEEZ (imagines)

﹒♡﹒Pairing: ATEEZ x reader

﹒♡﹒Summary: As the title suggests, you decided to go down on ATEEZ 👀 how would it go?

﹒♡﹒Genre: smut (MDNI)

﹒♡﹒Warning: oral sex (m!receiving), huge dick!Yungi (im sorry), gag from some of their sizes, some of them are rough and dom

﹒♡﹒Author's note: This is not proofread I'm sorry my dears 😭 I've been very exhausted lately so uploads will be slower. Also, my inbox and asks are open 🥺 requests or a chat or just random thoughts are really appreciated!!

Hongjoong

Hongjoong’s control over himself is astounding, almost unnerving as he watches you with those dark, calculating eyes (you know what I'm talking about). His cock head pulsing against your lips as you take your time, teasing him with slow strokes of your tongue. You know he's holding back, his grip on your hair tightening slightly as you start to take him deeper. There’s no rush—he’s patient or at least he’s trying to, a quiet moan slipping from his lips as you hollow your cheeks and swallow him down. The pressure builds, and you can feel every pulse, every twitch as his cock fills your mouth, stretching your jaw. He grunts softly, his hips moving just enough to push himself a little deeper into your throat, but not so much that he’s lost in the moment. It’s controlled—carefully measured thrusts that leave you wanting more, the soft groans of his voice in contrast to the slow, deliberate way he fucks your mouth. Every gag, every lick of your tongue draws another quiet groan from him, his legs starting to tremble as he fights to hold back. His head tilts back, legs shaking as a raw moan escapes him, no longer able to hide how good it feels.

Seonghwa

Seonghwa always starts gentle, but oh boy that’s just a deception honestly. He holds your head carefully, his long fingers curling in your hair as he guides your mouth down his cock, lips stretching to accommodate his length. Have you seen his body rolls? Yes, that’s it. The first few thrusts are soft, his hips moving just enough for you to get used to the weight of him on your tongue. But then, something snaps in him—a low groan escapes his lips as his hips jerk forward, pushing deeper into your throat. His patience wears thin, and you can feel the shift in his demeanor as his cock fills your mouth. He’s not cruel, but he’s not letting you control the pace either, pushing just far enough to make your eyes water as you choke around him. You moans, the sound sending shivers through him as his cock twitches in your throat, his control slipping with each desperate suck. He doesn’t stop, guiding your head with firm hands as his hips thrust deeper, rougher, the quiet grunts escaping his lips only making you work harder to please him.

Yunho

Yunho’s size is overwhelming, and he knows it, he fucking knows it. He doesn’t even give you a chance to adjust, pulling your head down onto his cock in one fluid motion. His groans are low, guttural, as your throat stretches to take him, and he watches you struggle with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. You gag around him, trying to breathe through your nose, but he doesn’t let up. His grip tightens, controlling the pace as he thrusts harder, his cock sliding in and out of your throat in quick, rough movements that leave you gasping for air. “You can take it,” he growls, his voice rough and commanding, and you can feel the wetness between your legs pouring out at the sound. You try to keep up, your hands gripping his thighs as you struggle to take him deeper, his cock hitting the back of your throat with each thrust. His hips snap forward, the force of his movements making your eyes water as you choke and gag, but he doesn’t let up. He’s relentless, his hand gripping your hair tightly as he fucks your mouth, each thrust harder than the last until you’re left trembling.

Yeosang

Yeosang is more reserved, but there’s a tension beneath the surface that you love to unravel. His cock twitches in your mouth as you take him in, your tongue swirling around the tip before you slide him deeper. His hand rests lightly on your head, but he doesn’t push, allowing you to set the pace. His breath catches in his throat when you hollow your cheeks, a soft moan escaping his lips. He’s still, watching you with dark, hooded eyes, letting you take control. But the way his chest rises and falls, the faint tremble in his fingers as they graze the back of your neck, tells you that he’s holding back. His moans grow louder the deeper you take him, his hands trembling as you suck harder, but he never moves his hips. His restraint only makes the moment hotter, as you can tell he’s right on the edge, his quiet groans and the way his body tenses telling you he’s desperate for more. “Please, don’t stop,” he whispers, his voice soft but heavy with need, and you know he’s close.

San

San is all about intensity, and you feel it in the way his cock fills your mouth. He’s not one for teasing—he needs it, and he needs it now, desperately. His hand is firm in your hair, guiding you down onto him with a soft groan escaping his lips as your throat tightens around him. You struggle to keep up with his pace, but there’s something about the way he watches you, dark eyes filled with lust, that makes you push yourself harder. His hips move in sharp, steady thrusts, pushing deeper with each one until you’re gagging around him, your throat constricting as his cock fills your mouth. You moan around him, the sound vibrating through your throat and sending shivers down his spine. His hips snap forward, rougher this time, and you can barely breathe as he fucks your mouth with quick, desperate thrusts. He’s panting now, curses spill from his mouth, his body trembling with each movement as he chases his release, his moans getting louder with each thrust until he’s on the edge, losing himself in the heat of the moment.

Mingi

Just like Yunho, Mingi’s size is overwhelming, but you can’t help the thrill that rushes through you as you take him into your mouth. His cock is thick, stretching your lips wide as you work him down slowly, your throat tightening with every inch. He groans, low and deep, his hand gripping the back of your head as he watches you struggle to take him all in. “Such a good girl,” he mutters, his voice thick with lust as he guides your head down further, his hips thrusting up to meet your mouth. You gag around him, but you don’t stop, the sound of his soft groans pushing you to keep going. His grip tightens in your hair, pulling you down as he starts to fuck your mouth in slow, steady thrusts. Each one is harder than the last, his cock hitting the back of your throat with a force that leaves you breathless. You can feel his control slipping, his hips jerking forward as he gets rougher, the deep grunts escaping his lips only making you more eager to please him. When he finally lets go, you’re left panting, your throat sore but satisfied as he watches you with a dark, hungry gaze.

Wooyoung

Wooyoung’s teasing never stops, even when he’s deep in your throat. His cock is hard, the tip brushing against your lips as he gives you a smug grin, clearly enjoying how desperate you are for him. You roll your eyes, but the moment you take him into your mouth, he’s the one losing his breath. He tries to stay still, to let you take control, but his hips are moving before he even realizes it. His hips jerk forward, pushing his cock deeper, and you moan around him, the vibrations sending a shudder through his body. “You like that, huh?” he teases, his voice rough but still playful as he thrusts gently into your mouth. He’s not rough—not yet—he’s still in control (he thinks so), his hand gripping the back of your head as he guides you down further. You can feel the heat pooling in your stomach as you take him deeper, your throat tightening around his cock as he thrusts harder. His teasing stops for a moment, replaced by low groans and breathy curses as he loses himself in the feeling of your mouth around him. When you pull back, gasping for air, he chuckles, that playful smirk returning as he watches you, clearly pleased with the mess you’ve made of yourself.

Jongho

This man is quiet, composed, but the intensity in his eyes says everything. His cock is thick, stretching your mouth as you take him in, and the way his chest rises and falls in deep, controlled breaths tells you he’s holding back. You start slow, your tongue tracing along his length, but the moment you try to pull back, his hand tightens in your hair, keeping you in place. “Don’t stop,” he says, his voice low and firm, and you can feel the heat rush through your body at the sound. You push yourself further, your throat constricting as his cock slides deeper, the weight of him heavy on your tongue. He groans softly, his hips moving just enough to push himself further into your mouth, but you can tell he’s watching you closely to see how much you can handle. When you gag around him, his lips part in a soft moan, and his grip tightens, pushing your head down as he thrusts into your mouth. His voice is low, a quiet, desperate groan escaping his lips as his control slips, his hips snapping forward in quick, rough thrusts that leave you gasping for air.

by @woolysium

[woolysium]

Tidal Wave

﹒♡﹒Pairing: Seonghwa x reader

﹒♡﹒Summary: Him with his long tongue knows just how to keep you more than satisfied.

﹒♡﹒Word count: 654

﹒♡﹒Genre: smut (MDNI)

﹒♡﹒Warning: filthy messy oral sex, Hwa eats you out, overstimulation, biting, squirt ‼️, not proofread

﹒♡﹒Author's note: I have nothing to say other than enjoy the meal.

You bite down a little bit too hard on your lip, tasting the metallic tang of blood as Seonghwa looms over you, a wicked smirk plastered across his face. His dark eyes burn with insatiable desire, the air thick with tension as it crackles between your bodies. “Ready to be ruined?” he rasps, his voice thick with raw hunger. The edge in his tone sends shivers racing down your spine, igniting a primal need within you.

Breathless and eager, you barely nod before he’s on you like a predator, his mouth crashing against your inner thigh with a intensity that steals your breath. His teeth graze your skin, biting hard enough to leave marks that slowly turn into bruises, while his tongue trails over the sensitive flesh, each rough drag igniting a fire deep in your core. “Fuck, I’ve been craving this taste,” he groans, his voice muffled against you.

Without warning, his tongue plunges deep, wet and unrestrained, lapping up every drop of your slickness as if he’s been starved for it. He’s relentless, devouring you with a hunger that leaves you gasping for air, the filthy sounds of his mouth echoing in the room. It’s utterly obscene, the way he twists his tongue inside, thrusting deep and flicking against that sweet spot that makes you see stars, every stroke pushing you closer to the brink.

Your thighs clamp around his head, but he doesn’t care—if anything, it only fuels his desire. He groans low in his throat as your taste floods his senses, eyes glimmering with lust as he taunts, “So fucking wet for me.” He locks eyes with you, catching the desperate, dazed expression on your face. “You’re dripping all over my tongue, you filthy thing.”

Then he’s back at it, burying his face between your legs, tongue working you like you’re the last thing he’ll ever get to taste. It’s messy, spit and your arousal mixing, slicking up his lips and chin as he devours you. The slurping and sucking sounds are shamelessly loud, and he’s consuming you alive, his tongue swirling and teeth nipping at your swollen clit, each touch sending jagged bolts of pleasure through you, intense enough to rip desperate cries from your lips.

“Fuck—Seonghwa, don’t stop! Please, don’t!” you beg, your voice raw and frantic, hips bucking into his mouth. He grips your thighs tighter, fingers digging in deep enough to leave bruises, holding you in place as he doubles down, tongue plunging and flicking with a wild rhythm. The pressure builds, sharp and hot, your vision going white around the edges as that tight coil inside you winds up, ready to snap.

And then he sucks hard on your clit, teeth grazing just enough to send you spiraling over the edge. “Seonghwa!” your scream came out like a moan, body jerking as your orgasm crashed through you like a tidal wave, leaving you shattered. Your release gushes out, soaking his face and dripping down his chin, but he doesn’t stop; he doesn’t even slow down. If anything, he’s continued on, moaning into you like he can’t get enough, his tongue darting out to catch every drop.

The mess between your thighs is pure filth, sticky and hot, and he drinks it all in, the vibrations of his groans pushing you into overstimulation, making your whole body tremble. “Fuck, you taste so good,” he growls against your sensitive flesh, his lips and tongue relentless even as your thighs shake around him, breath coming in desperate, broken gasps.

Finally, when the last of your spasms die down and your body goes limp beneath him, he pulls back, face glistening with your release, eyes wild and triumphant. He licks his plump lips slowly, savoring the taste, and flashes you a smirk that sends a fresh jolt of heat through your core. “Hope you’ve got more left in you, baby,” he purrs, voice rough and wrecked. “We’re far from done.”

by @woolysium

[woolysium]

How ATEEZ would react to their S/O biting them during s*x

﹒♡﹒Pairing: ATEEZ x reader

﹒♡﹒Genre: smut (MDNI)

﹒♡﹒Warning: marking, biting kink, kinda rough, hair pulling (San), dom!ATEEZ (i think that's all, please tell me if i missed anything!)

﹒♡﹒Author's note: i had to run to write this the beast in me crave markings

Hongjoong

Hongjoong is all about control, always the one calling the shots. So when you’re beneath him, legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and your teeth sink into his shoulder during a particularly deep thrust, it throws him off. He freezes for a second, a low growl escaping his lips. He pulls back, looking at you with a dark smirk that’s almost dangerous. His grip on your chin is firm as he forces your gaze up to his. “You think you can play with me like that?” he taunts, his voice dripping with authority. He shifts, pulling out and flipping you onto your stomach in one swift move, forcing you up onto your knees. “Guess I’ll have to remind you who’s in charge.” He pushes back in roughly, the angle making you see stars, and his hand slides around to grip your neck. There’s a darkness in his eyes now, and he’s set on making you feel every bit of his power.

Seonghwa

Seonghwa has always had a softer touch, but when you bite into his collarbone as he hovers over you, his usual composure shatters. His breath hitches, and for a moment, you see a side of him that’s raw and unrestrained. He slows his pace, his forehead resting against yours as he lets out a shaky exhale. “You’ve got a wild side, don’t you?” he murmurs, but there’s a new edge to his voice, a promise of something darker. He shifts his grip, pressing your wrists into the mattress above your head, holding you in place as he rolls his hips slowly, deliberately. “Guess I’ll have to match you.” He leans in, his lips ghosting over your skin, leaving a trail of nips down your neck, each one growing rougher. He’s not in a rush—he’s taking his time, savoring the way you respond to the change in him.

Yunho

Yunho’s playful side has always been a part of your dynamic, but when your teeth sink into his neck while you’re riding him, it snaps something inside him. He’s been guiding your movements, letting you set the pace, but the bite makes him lose control. He lets out a low, rumbling laugh, his large hands gripping your waist tightly, halting your movements. “Oh, you’ve got a bit of a bite to you, huh?” he says, voice rough with amusement and arousal. He effortlessly lifts you, flipping you onto your back with his strength, pinning you beneath him. “Let’s see how much you can take now.” He thrusts into you with renewed force, his hands framing your face as he leans in close, each movement making you feel the full weight of his strength. There’s a new urgency in him, as if he’s determined to push you to your limits.

Yeosang

Yeosang’s composed exterior usually keeps him in check, but when you bite down on his shoulder in the heat of the moment, you feel him shudder beneath your touch. He’s seated on the edge of the bed, you straddling his lap as he keeps a steady rhythm, but the bite makes him falter. He grabs your jaw roughly, his eyes narrowed as he tilts your head back, exposing your throat. “You think I’m just going to let that slide?” he breathes, a dangerous glint in his eyes. He pushes you back onto the bed, pinning you there as he leans down, your lips brushing over the mark you left on his skin. He picks up the pace, his movements sharper, more demanding. “You’re in for it now,” he whispers, his voice a promise of everything he’s going to do to you, the shift in his demeanor making your head spin.

San

San’s unpredictable nature is part of what draws you in, but when you bite down on his bicep as he’s driving into you from behind, you see the effect it has instantly. His grip tightens on your hips, nails digging into your skin, and he lets out a low, guttural sound, his rhythm faltering. He pulls you up against his chest, one arm wrapping around your waist as the other tangles in your hair, yanking your head back. “You really shouldn’t do that,” he growls into your ear, his voice rough with arousal, a dangerous edge lacing his words. But instead of slowing down, he thrusts even harder, his pace almost punishing. He’s panting, his breath hot against your neck, and he presses open-mouthed kisses to your skin, each one leaving a mark that's gonna be difficult to hide the next day. “You’re driving me insane,” he murmurs, but there’s a hunger in his voice, as if he can’t get enough of you.

Mingi

Mingi’s strength is obvious, but he’s usually gentle with you—until you catch him off guard with a bite. He’s got you pressed against the wall, holding you up as he moves inside you, and when your teeth sink into the curve of his neck, his reaction is immediate. He groans, a sound that’s deep and rough, and his hands tighten on your thighs, pressing you harder against the wall. “You’ve got some nerve, baby,” he says, a wild grin spreading across his face as he looks down at you, eyes blazing. He lifts you higher before slamming you back down onto him, his pace turning brutal. He leans in, biting down on your shoulder in return, as if challenging you to keep up with him. “Let’s see if you can handle me like this,” he taunts, his voice low and rough as he pushes you to the edge of climax.

Wooyoung

Wooyoung’s teasing nature flips into something more playful when you bite down on his jaw while he’s pinning you to the mattress. He lets out a sharp hiss, but instead of losing control, he laughs it off. “Oh, so that’s how you want to play?” he grins, mischief dancing in his eyes. He grabs your hands, pinning them above your head as he leans in, his breath warm against your ear. “You’re really testing my patience, babe,” he teases, shifting his weight to press you deeper into the mattress. He thrusts into you with a slow, deliberate rhythm, drawing it out to keep you on edge. “But I have to admit, I kind of like it.” He leans down to nip at your collarbone, wanting you to feel every bit of frustration and pleasure.

Jongho

Jongho’s strength and control are unmatched, and he’s always careful not to push you too far—until your teeth graze his chest. He’s got you on your back, your legs wrapped around his waist as he takes you slow and deep, but the bite sends a shiver through him. His eyes darken, and he leans down, pressing his forehead to yours, his voice a low growl. “You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he warns, but the challenge in your eyes pushes him over the edge. He grips your hips, pulling you onto his lap as he sits back on his heels, holding you tightly against him. He guides your movements, making you take him at a pace that has you gasping for breath, his hands firm on your waist. “If you’re going to bite me,” he mutters, his voice rough, “you’d better be ready for what comes next.”

by @woolysium

[woolysium]

Game Night

﹒♡﹒Pairing: bf!Wooyoung (non-idol) x reader

﹒♡﹒Summary: Just another chill gaming night takes a wild turn when Wooyoung’s playful teasing gets a bit too intense, can you even focus on the game now?

﹒♡﹒Word count: 1.3k

﹒♡﹒Genre: smut (MDNI)

﹒♡﹒Warning: fingering, reader was on call with friends, a lot of teasing, Wooyoung is a tease.

﹒♡﹒Author's note: i totally don't enjoy being teased

It was just another Sunday night in your cozy little apartment, the low hum of the game console filling the room. You’d set everything up for a chill night of gaming with your friends, nothing fancy, just the usual routine. Honestly, these nights were your favorite—just you, a couple of friends on the headset, and Wooyoung nearby, always making everything feel better.

He was sprawled out on the couch behind you, legs draped lazily over yours as he pulled you closer into his arms. His chin rested on your shoulder, arms looped around your waist, fingers tracing light patterns on your sides. It was casual, comfortable, and exactly what you needed after a long week.

You were locked in on the game, fingers flying over the controller, trying to keep your character alive as the battle got more intense. You could hear your friends in your headset, shouting orders, and you did your best to keep up. The game was at that point where one wrong move could send everything crashing down, and the adrenaline kept you on edge.

“Cover me, Y/N!” one of your friends yelled through the mic. You nodded, too focused to reply properly, trying to time your next attack. You felt Wooyoung shift behind you, touching you deliberately.

It started off playful, his hands resting on your hips, squeezing a little like he always did when he was in a teasing mood. You figured he was just being his usual self, trying to get your attention while you were deep in the game. But then, his fingers dipped below the waistband of your shorts, and you froze for a second.

Your breath caught in your throat as his hand slipped further down into your underwear, brushing against your skin in a way that made your body react instantly. You tried to ignore it, focus on the game, but it was getting harder with every passing second.

“I’m on it!” you called out, trying to keep your voice steady. But Wooyoung’s fingers were doing everything to distract you. He moved slowly, testing, teasing. You clenched your jaw, trying to push the feeling aside, but he wasn’t making it easy.

His fingers slipped inside, making you let out a soft gasp. You quickly pressed your lips together, praying no one had heard that. The game was still going, and your friends had no clue what was happening. Meanwhile, Wooyoung had that familiar mischievous look in his eyes, though you didn’t need to see his face to know. You could just feel it.

“You’re running low on stamina,” he whispered, his voice way too smug for the situation. His thumb brushed against you, and you had to bite your lip to keep quiet. Your fingers felt clumsy on the controller, and you struggled to keep your character from dying.

You could feel his breath against your neck, his chest pressed against your back. And then, just as you were about to pull off a critical move in the game, Wooyoung curled his fingers just right, making your whole body jerk.

Your character stumbled on screen. You could hear your friends yelling something, but it was all a blur. You barely registered it, too caught up in the feeling of Wooyoung’s fingers inside you, moving in that slow, torturous rhythm.

“Y/N, you gotta use your ult!” one of your friends shouted through the mic, but your brain was barely processing the words. Wooyoung’s thumb moved again, and you almost dropped the controller right then.

He let out a low laugh, his chest vibrating against your back. “You’re not focused, babe,” he teased, shifting beneath you so you could feel the hardness in his lap. He was enjoying this way too much.

You fumbled with the controls, your character stumbling through the game, but your focus was slipping fast. Every time you thought you might get back on track, he’d curl his fingers just right, making your hips jerked, trying to squirm away from the overwhelming sensation, but Wooyoung had you locked in place, his arms wrapped tightly around you. Just as you lined up for a final hit, your character went down, the screen flashing red as your health bar drained. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I died like that!” you muttered, embarrassment bubbling up in your chest.

“You good, Y/N? You sound a bit... off tonight,” one of your friends asked, and you could’ve died on the spot. You tried to swallow down another gasp as Wooyoung’s thumb circled your clit, sending another wave of heat rushing through you. He could feel the way your breath caught, how your thighs pressed together in his lap, and he couldn't resist grinding his hips against you just to see you squirm.

Wooyoung leaned forward, his lips brushing your ear. “Your friend is asking,” he murmured, voice smooth as silk. “You can’t even answer hmm?”

You turned your head to glare at him, but the effect was kinda lost when another wave of pleasure hit you, and you had to bite back a moan. He grinned, this brat knew exactly what he was doing to you.

“Y/N?” your friend called again, oblivious to the chaos happening on your end. Wooyoung reached for the headset, answering for you. “She’s fine! The AC’s out, so it’s just a little too warm in here. Y/N's not great with the heat, you know?” 

“You might need a break, Y/N,” he added, letting your friends continue their game chat. “It’s really hot, isn’t it?”

A blush spread across your face as your friends mumbled some understanding replies, but you couldn’t miss the smirk on Wooyoung’s lips. You knew you couldn’t keep playing like this. His touch was too distracting, and the heat of his breath on your neck made it impossible to concentrate. With a shaky exhale, you managed to find your voice.

“Yeah, I think... I think I might take a break,” you stammered, your voice barely steady. “Sorry, guys. I’ll catch up with you later, okay?”

“Aw, alright, Y/N. Feel better!” one of your friends replied cheerily, and after a few goodbyes, you quickly logged off, setting the controller aside. As soon as you slipped off your headset, Wooyoung’s teasing touch became more insistent, a mischievous grin still playing on his lips.

You turned in his lap, glaring at him half-heartedly, your cheeks flushed. “You’re such a fucking menace, you know that?” you muttered, but he only chuckled, his hands slipping back to your waist as he pulled you closer.

He leaned in, lips brushing against your ear as he murmured, “You’re so cute when you’re trying to focus.”

“Just let me play in peace!” you gasped, trying to keep your voice steady, but he wasn’t letting up. Instead, his fingers moved faster, each touch making it harder to think of anything else.

You squirmed in his lap, torn between trying to escape his relentless teasing and pressing closer for more. And just when you thought you might lose it, Wooyoung slowed down, pulling his fingers out, leaving you feeling uncomfortably empty. He turned you around to straddle him, your flushed face inches from his, and despite the embarrassment, you found yourself wrapping your arms around his neck, craving more of his touch.

“Focus on me,” he whispered, his lips brushing against yours. His fingers moved faster now, and you couldn’t hold back anymore. Your hips rocked against his hand, desperate for release, and Wooyoung just smirked, clearly loving how wrecked you were.

It didn’t take long after that. With one final thrust of his fingers, you felt everything snap, pleasure crashing through you like a wave. You clung to him, burying your face in his neck as your body trembled, riding out the high.

When it was over, you collapsed against him, breathing hard, your mind still spinning. Wooyoung pressed a soft kiss to your temple, his arms wrapped around you, keeping you close.

“Good game,” he murmured with a grin. “But next time? Try to focus on me first, yeah?”

You laughed breathlessly, rolling your eyes, but couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. Yeah, next game night was definitely gonna be interesting.

by @woolysium

[woolysium]

Trail Map of Sin

﹒♡﹒Pairing: Wooyoung x reader

﹒♡﹒Summary: Wooyoung and his arms, that's all, that's the summary

﹒♡﹒Word count: 517

﹒♡﹒Genre: smut (MDNI)

﹒♡﹒Warning: veiny arms and hands kink (?), little bit of restraint, dom!Wooyoung kinda rough, not proofread. (im so fucking bad at writing warnings)

﹒♡﹒Author's note: I blame Woo and his black shirt. Also, let me know if you guys like 1k+ words fics or drabbles like these more 💜

There he goes again… those damn veiny arms, knowing exactly how to mess with you. Jung Wooyoung, the guy who’s got you hot and bothered—helplessly scrolling through photos of his arms—stands just outside the door, smirking like he’s got you all figured out. And honestly, he does. That smug brat. He knows the rolled-up sleeves are your weakness, flexing just enough for those veins to pop like the trail map of sin, like he’s daring you to take the bait.

You can’t help it. Moaning his name, you press your fingers harder against your clit, breath coming out in shaky gasps. Each swipe through the photos fuels the heat building in your belly, imagining those strong arms wrapped around you, holding you down. You’re so caught up in it that you almost miss the sound of the door creaking open.

A shadow falls over you, and then he’s there—smirking like he’s won. Before you can react, his fingers catch your wrist, and he pulls the tie from his pocket. “Couldn’t wait, could you?” The words are a low murmur, but he’s already looping the fabric around your wrists, cinching it tight. The rough texture presses into your skin, your arms pinned above your head, and he leans in close, his breath warm against your neck.

His free hand runs down your side, his touch teasingly slow, making you squirm beneath him. He doesn’t speak much—just lets that knowing smirk do the talking as he watches you struggle. You tug at the tie, but his grip tightens, making sure you feel every lines and ridges of his forearm.

Wooyoung’s fingers slip lower, brushing over the heat between your thighs, his touch maddeningly light. He doesn’t give you what you want right away, just enough to make you shudder, his thumb circling lazily while you’re left to grind into his hand. The pressure, the slow drag of his fingers—he knows exactly how to work you up, every brush of skin against skin sending another wave of heat through you.

He glances down at your wrists, tied up tight, his smirk widening when he catches the way your hips buck against his touch. He flexes his arm, making the veins stand out even more, and you can’t help the way your eyes follow the movement, your body reacting to the sight. “All this for my arms?” His voice is low, almost like a whisper against your skin, but he doesn’t wait for a reply. His fingers press harder, finally giving you the friction you’ve been craving, and your back arches against him, a broken moan slipping past your lips.

Wooyoung’s grip stays firm, holding you right where he wants you—taunting, but not rushing. He seems to enjoy the way your body trembles, how you’re at his mercy with each rough, precise movement of his hand. He doesn’t need to say a thing; the glint in his eyes says it all. You’re his to tease, to take apart piece by piece, and he’s going to enjoy every second of it.

And right now, tied up, trembling under his touch, you don’t even care.

by @woolysium

[woolysium]

Birthday Gift

﹒♡﹒Pairing: Hongjoong x reader

﹒♡﹒Summary: It is your birthday, and you plan to celebrate it with your most beloved, Hongjoong.

﹒♡﹒Word count: 958

﹒♡﹒Genre: suggestive, smut (MDNI)

﹒♡﹒Warning: suggestive acts!!, drunk fooling around, no actual sex acts (BUT STILL MDNI)

﹒♡﹒Author's note: First off, this is a birthday gift to @hongjoongtime117. I wrote this while I am sick so I think it will have a lot of errors and nonsense. But I hope you have the loveliest day of your life ever, because you are the loveliest person 💜 Love you, Happy Birthday!!

The night had started out like any other, but tonight was different—it was your birthday. You’d dropped by Hongjoong’s studio to keep him company while he mixed around with his latest track. You didn’t want a big celebration; just a low-key night with him, sharing a few drinks and enjoying each other’s company. It was routine, the two of you blending music and conversation until the world outside faded away. But tonight? Maybe it was the dim lighting or the way the wine warmed you from the inside, but he looked… ridiculously sexy. Like, the kind of sexy that made you want to just eat him up.

He was rocking that black shirt, a few buttons undone just enough to give you a little peek—it wasn’t fair. Damn him and his perfection. You felt the warmth of the wine coursing through your veins, a heady mix of tipsy and… yeah, you couldn’t deny it, a little more than interested. Seriously, how could you not be? Hongjoong looked up, meeting your gaze with that little smirk, like he knew exactly what was in your head.

You shifted in your seat, biting your lip, and before you could overthink it, the words just slipped out. “Truth or dare?” you challenged, a playful hint to your tone. It was casual, but the way you looked at him? Not subtle at all. Hongjoong’s brows lifted, a spark of intrigue lighting up his expression. “Oh, you’re starting something dangerous,” he murmured, eyes narrowing playfully.

You took another sip of your wine, locking eyes with him over the rim of your glass before setting it down. Tonight was special, and you were determined to make it memorable, just the two of you.

“Alright then,” you grinned, nudging his shoulder. “Let’s make it interesting. Truth or dare?”

A small, intrigued smile danced across his lips. “Dare,” he replied smoothly, his gaze lingering on you, waiting.

You smirked, leaning in a bit closer. “I dare you to… let me unbutton one more of those.” You pointed toward his shirt, the undone buttons teasing more than enough to make your pulse race.

Hongjoong chuckled, clearly entertained. “Alright, fair enough,” he said, holding still as you reached forward, your fingertips grazing his chest as you popped open another button, revealing more skin beneath the dim studio lights. His eyes stayed locked on yours the entire time, his breath hitching just slightly.

When you leaned back, he cleared his throat, that mischievous glint still dancing in his eyes. “Your turn. Truth or dare?”

You didn’t hesitate. “Dare.”

He leaned back, assessing you like he was trying to gauge your level of boldness. “I dare you to come sit on my lap,” he said casually, patting his thigh as if he were simply offering you a seat, though his gaze told you he was up to something.

Your cheeks warmed, but you played it cool. With a daring grin, you got up and moved over, settling onto his lap, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to steady yourself. His hands settled around your waist, a firm yet gentle grip that held you close.

“Your turn,” you whispered, feeling a rush from the closeness, his scent mixing with the faint smell of wine. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” he said instantly, eyes flickering to your lips.

You smiled, heart pounding. “I dare you to… kiss me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. One hand cradled your face while the other slipped around your waist, pulling you closer as his lips met yours. The kiss started soft but quickly turned intense, igniting that spark between you.

Pulling back just slightly, he brushed a thumb across your cheek, voice low. “Your turn,” he murmured, looking at you like he couldn’t wait for what came next.

“Dare,” you said, breathless.

Hongjoong’s smile turned playful, mischief dancing in his eyes. “I dare you to let me keep going.” His hand slipped from your cheek down your arm, brushing against your thigh, and you knew things were about to get really interesting.

The way he spoke, his voice deeper than normal, more breathless, sent shivers down your spine. You felt exhilarated and more than a little reckless, caught up in the moment. You could already feel the heat of the wine course through your body as he leaned closer, his lips barely an inch from yours.

“Keep going, huh?” you replied, teasingly raising an eyebrow, biting your lip as you met his gaze. You leaned back just a little, inviting him to come closer. “What exactly do you have in mind?”

Hongjoong’s grin widened, a gleam of mischief shining in his eyes. “I mean, you can find out now.”

He pulled you closer, your bodies flush against each other. The heat radiated from him, and you could feel the rapid beat of his heart matching yours. He leaned in again, capturing your lips with his, but this time the kiss was more urgent, more demanding. It deepened quickly, his hands wandering from your thighs up to your waist, fingers curling possessively as he pulled you flushed against him.

You moaned softly into the kiss, your body responding to his every touch. Hongjoong’s hands traveled down to your thighs, squeezing gently before sliding up again, your breath hitching as he teased the edge of your skirt. The way he held you—like you were something precious—made your heart race and your mind whirl.

As the kiss lingered, you felt a warm rush of happiness wash over you. This was exactly how you wanted to celebrate your birthday—wrapped up in alcohol and Hongjoong. You didn’t want this night to end.

When he finally broke the kiss, his voice trembled, breathing softly onto your lips.

“Happy birthday, my little love.”

by @woolysium

[woolysium]

How would you imagine wooyoung would be like during your first time with him? B/c he's such a tease but I think he'd have to hold back a little if you're losing your virginity to him-

I do think he'd try and make it the best experience possible.

Anyway, I'd love to submit that as a request if you're still accepting them

The First of Us

﹒♡﹒Pairing: bf!Wooyoung (non-idol) x reader

﹒♡﹒Summary: It's your first time with your sweet sweet boyfriend Wooyoung, and he's doing everything to make sure you're comfortable, green flag alert!!

﹒♡﹒Word count: 1.2k

﹒♡﹒Genre: fluff, smut (MDNI)

﹒♡﹒Warning: fingering, oral sex, losing virginity, i think that's all

﹒♡﹒Author's note: Thank you for the request lovely! I really had a blast writing this, this man is so sweet i cannot. There might be some mistakes since I wrote this at 2AM my brain couldn't function properly, bear with me.

As you sat on the edge of Wooyoung’s bed, the room dimly lit by the soft glow of a nightlight, the quiet around you seemed almost overwhelming. Your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of excitement and nervousness filling you as Wooyoung stood in front of you, looking effortlessly beautiful. His dark hair fell messily over his sharp features, and his glowing honey-toned skin almost shimmered in the low light. His dark eyes held yours, intense but filled with an unmistakable softness that made your breath hitch.

He stepped closer, his lips curving into that playful smirk he always had—the one that made your stomach flutter. "Nervous?" he asked, his voice low but teasing, as he gently ran his thumb over your cheek.

You bit your lip, nodding slightly. "A little."

His grin widened, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "Don’t worry, babe. I’ll take care of you, it’s your first time after all." His tone was teasing, but there was a tenderness behind it, a promise that he wouldn’t rush you.

As he kissed you, he started slow, almost too slow, just to mess with you. His lips moved against yours softly at first, but the kiss deepened quickly, his tongue slipping between your lips, drawing a soft gasp from you. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer to him. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the evidence of his own desire pressed against your thigh.

He pulled back just enough to breathe, his lips brushing yours as he whispered, "You’re wearing my shirt again, huh?" His eyes flicked down, the fabric of his oversized shirt barely covering anything. "You should’ve told me you weren’t wearing anything underneath." His fingers lightly tugged at the hem, eyes flicking back up to yours with a devilish glint.

You felt a rush of heat rise to your cheeks, your heart racing faster at his teasing words. "Shut up," you mumbled, embarrassed but secretly enjoying how much he seemed to love it.

He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your nose. "I’m just saying, baby. You’re gonna make me lose control."

Before you could respond, his lips were on yours again, his kiss hungrier this time. He slowly guided you down onto the bed, his hands sliding beneath the shirt and lifting it over your head in one smooth motion, leaving you bare beneath him. He pulled back for a moment, his eyes raking over your body appreciatively, making you feel even more exposed under his intense gaze.

"You’re perfect," he whispered, almost to himself, as his fingers lightly trailed down your sides, sending a shiver through you. "Gonna take my time with you, okay?"

His lips trailed kisses down your neck, moving lower, teasingly slow. He was purposely dragging it out, enjoying the way your body tensed in anticipation. When he reached your chest, he paused, his eyes flicking up to meet yours again. "I love when you get all shy on me," he teased, his breath warm against your skin. "But I want you to relax for me."

His mouth found your breast, his tongue flicking over your sensitive skin as his hands continued their slow exploration of your body. You gasped, your fingers tangling in his hair as he began to suck gently, his other hand sliding lower between your legs. He could feel how tense you were, so he slowed down, adding playful kisses between each touch.

His fingers found your core, slipping between your folds as he gently teased you. His thumb brushed over your clit, drawing a soft moan from your lips, and you could feel the tension in your body start to melt away under his touch. "That’s my baby," he whispered, lowering himself down between your legs before pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh, his breath hot against your skin, then he tasted you.

You gasped, your back arching at the sudden jolt of pleasure, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you. He took his time, his mouth moving against you in a way that had your head spinning, each movement deliberate, each touch sending shivers down your spine. His tongue worked skillfully, finding all the right spots to draw out the sweetest sounds from your lips.

When your body began to tense, teetering on the edge, he pulled back slightly, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he slipped a finger inside you, slowly easing it in. His touch was gentle, careful, and he watched your reactions closely, making sure you were comfortable. He added another finger, his movements deliberate as he worked to prepare you, stretching you with slow, steady motions. You moaned softly, feeling your body adjust to the sensation, the warmth between your legs growing with each movement of his fingers.

When he finally pulled back, you were trembling beneath him, every nerve ending buzzing with need. He kissed your thigh again, moving back up to meet your lips in a heated kiss. "Gonna make sure you feel good," he whispered, reaching for the condom on the nightstand and slid it down his length. "But you gotta promise me one thing…"

You raised an eyebrow, your breath still coming in short, quick gasps. "What’s that?"

He grinned, positioning himself between your legs. "Get used to this quicker, I’m dying from frustration" he teased, his lips brushing yours before he pushed into you slowly.

Your body tensed at the new sensation, and he stopped immediately, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he kissed your forehead. "You’re doing so well," he whispered softly, his voice reassuring. "I’ll wait, take your time."

He stayed still, letting you breathe, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. His other hand held your waist, steadying you, and you could feel the warmth of his body, grounding you. After a moment, the tension in your body started to fade, replaced by a growing warmth, a need for more. You gave him a small nod, letting him know you were ready, and he began to move again, slowly at first. His eyes never left yours, the playfulness and frustration still there, but his restraint was evident as he held himself back, not wanting to overwhelm you.

"Good girl," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he kissed your lips softly. "You feel so good, baby."

His pace quickened slightly, his hands holding you tighter, and you let out a soft moan, feeling yourself lose control.

“You’re doing so well,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, his lips brushing against your ear. His praise sent a shiver through you, and you clung to him, your nails digging into his shoulders as the pleasure intensified.

The pressure inside you built higher and higher, and soon, you were teetering on the edge, ready to fall. “Wooyoung,” you gasped, your voice trembling as you felt your release approaching.

He smiled, his expression soft but filled with desire. “Come for me, baby,” he urged, his voice low and encouraging. “I’ve got you.”

With his words, you finally let go, your release crashing over you like a wave, making you cry out his name. Your body trembled beneath him, and he held you through it, his movements gentle as he rode out the last waves of your orgasm. He followed soon after, his own release hitting him as he buried his face in your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

For a moment, everything was quiet again, the only sound was the soft hum of your breaths mingling together. He kissed your forehead, pulling you close as he whispered, "Told you I’d take care of you properly."

by @woolysium

[woolysium]

Stolen Glances

﹒♡﹒Pairing: idol!Yeosang x idol!reader

﹒♡﹒Summary: Their chemistry on stage is undeniable, but once the camera stop rolling, they're still just co-hosts, right?

﹒♡﹒Word count: 1.9k

﹒♡﹒Genre: fluff, smut (MDNI)

﹒♡﹒Warning: unprotected sex (don't do this irl please), secret relationship (kinda scandalous huh), nothing else really, just sweet sweet chemistry ﹒♡﹒Notes: My first ever fic is here! Anyways, it's my first so bear with me if you see any mistakes 💜 And my request is OPEN, run to my inbox right now!

﹒♡﹒Idea by: @ja3hwa 💜

Backstage at The Show on April 4th, 2023, the energy is electric. Staff members buzz around, making last-minute adjustments, and the hum of conversation fills the air. It’s your first time co-hosting with Yeosang, and both of you are feeling the weight of it. Not that you’re nervous—okay, maybe a little—but there’s also this tinge of excitement you can’t quite shake. You’ve seen the #YeosangY/NTheShow tag already trending on Twitter, with fans speculating about how the chemistry might play out on stage.

You glance at your outfit in the mirror—pastel pink blouse tucked neatly into a white skirt, the whole look airy and light, perfect for spring. Yeosang steps up beside you, his own outfit catching your eye. He’s got a white hoodie, a soft pink sweater draped over his shoulders, and those ripped jeans that give him that effortlessly stylish vibe. When your stylist sees you two standing side by side, she chuckles.

“Wow, you two look like a couple,” she teases with a wink, adjusting the collar of Yeosang’s hoodie.

Yeosang’s ears turn a shade of pink that matches the sweater, and he shifts slightly, glancing your way with a shy smile. “I didn’t know we’d be matching,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, as if it’s a secret meant only for you.

You bite back a smile, crossing your arms playfully. “Are you saying you wouldn’t have worn it if you knew?”

He meets your eyes for a second, then quickly looks away, fumbling for words. “No, it’s not that... You look good,” he says, his cheeks tinting an even deeper pink.

The flustered way he says it makes your heart flutter, and you nudge him with your shoulder. “Aw, thanks, Yeosang. You’re not so bad yourself.”

He ducks his head a little, but there’s a small, pleased smile on his face that makes you feel warm inside. Before either of you can say more, a staff calls out that you’re up. You both exchange a quick look—a mix of excitement and nerves—before stepping out into the bright stage lights.

The moment you’re on stage, the crowd goes wild. Fans cheer your names, and some even notice the unintentional matching, which only makes the noise louder. You catch a few snippets of signs and banners from the front row—one of them even reads, “NEW SHIP POTENTIAL?” It’s enough to make you laugh under your breath as you start the intro.

“Welcome, everyone, to The Show!” you say with a bright smile, putting on your best MC voice.

Yeosang takes over, a little more subdued but steady. “We have a great lineup for you today, so make sure to stay tuned for some amazing performances.” He stumbles a bit over the last part, and you can’t resist teasing him gently.

“Yeosang, I told you not to be nervous around me!” you tease, nudging him.

He shoots you a shy smile, cheeks still tinged pink. “You’re making it hard not to be, Y/N,” he mutters, and there’s a quiet honesty in his voice that makes you momentarily forget the audience.

The fans, of course, eat it up. You can already imagine what’s happening on social media:

“Did Yeosang just blush because of Y/N??!”

“THEIR CHEMISTRY IS INSANE OMG. NEW SHIP ALERT!!!"

“Matching outfits... shy smiles... I’m not saying I’m shipping it, but—”

Between takes, the two of you steal little glances at each other, and every time your eyes meet, Yeosang’s smile softens. There’s a gentleness to him that you adore, the way he always seems like he’s trying to make sure you’re comfortable, even when it’s clear he’s feeling a bit out of his depth himself.

During a commercial break, you both slip backstage, finding a small dressing room to catch a breather. You lean against the mirror, smoothing down the hem of your skirt, while Yeosang lingers by the door, his hands shoved into his hoodie pockets. He’s still riding the high of the stage, but there’s a nervous energy in the way he shifts from foot to foot.

“You did great out there,” he says suddenly, his voice earnest as he meets your eyes.

You tilt your head, a teasing smile playing on your lips. “You just liked that I covered for your mistakes.”

He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck, and this time you notice how the laugh makes his whole face light up. “Yeah, maybe I did. But really, thank you. You make it feel easier out there.”

There’s a moment where the air between you shifts, charged with something unspoken. You’re close enough to see the way his lashes cast shadows over his cheeks, how his pretty lips part slightly like he wants to say something more. He takes a step closer, close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating off him, and your heart skips a beat when his hand brushes yours.

As you both stand there, holding hands, the tension is growing. You can see it in the way Yeosang's chest rises and falls, the way his eyes dart down to your lips and then back up again. You lean closer, your breath mingling with his, and for a moment, it feels like time slows down.

He reaches up, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear, and the touch sends a shiver down your spine. "Y/N," he whispers, his voice low and rough. "I know we don't have much time but... I want you."

The words hang heavy in the air, and you feel a thrill run through you. You slide your hand down his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin through his shirt. "I want you too," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

He leans in, pressing his lips to yours, and the kiss is electric. It's everything you've been dreaming of and more. You can feel his hands roaming your body, pulling you closer, and you wrap your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair.

His hands slide down to your hips, pulling you against him, and you can feel the hardness of his cock pressing against your stomach. He groans into your mouth, and the sound sends a thrill through you. You grind against him, wanting more, and he responds by nipping at your bottom lip.

You break away from the kiss, gasping for breath, and Yeosang trails kisses down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. You moan, arching your back, and he chuckles softly. "It feels good?" he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin.

"Yes," you breathe, your voice ragged. "More."

He obliges, his hands sliding up your thighs, pushing your skirt up around your waist. You can feel his fingers tracing the edge of your panties, and you're so wet already, you're sure he can feel it too. He hooks his fingers under the fabric, and you lift your hips, helping him slide them off.

He drops to his knees in front of you, his eyes locked on yours, and you feel a thrill run through you at the sight. He presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh, and you can feel the heat radiating off him. His hands slide up your thighs, spreading you open, and you feel a rush of vulnerability.

But then he leans in, his tongue tracing a line up your wet slit, and any thoughts of vulnerability slip your mind. You cry out, your hands tangling in his hair, and he chuckles, the sound vibrating against your skin. He teases you mercilessly, his tongue flicking against your clit, his fingers sliding inside you.

You're so close already, you can feel the tension building, and you know it won't take long. You moan, your hips bucking against his mouth, and he groans, the sound sending another thrill through you. He sucks on your clit, his fingers curling inside you, and you come apart with a cry, your whole body shaking.

He stands up, his lips glistening with your wetness, and you can't help but feel a surge of desire at the sight. He reaches for his belt, unbuckling it with shaking hands, and you watch as he slides his pants down, his cock springing free.

He lifts you up, pressing you against the wall, and you wrap your legs around his waist. He enters you in one smooth thrust, filling you completely, and you cry out at the feeling. He starts to move, his hips rocking against yours, and it's everything you've ever wanted.

You can feel the pressure building again, and you know you won't last long. You cling to him, your nails digging into his back, and he groans, his rhythm faltering. "I'm close," he whispers, his voice ragged.

"Me t-too," you breathe, your voice barely coherent.

He thrusts harder, faster, and you can feel yourself teetering on the edge. And then you're tumbling over, your whole body shaking, and you can feel him following you, his cock pulsing inside you.

When it's over, you collapse against him, your breath coming in ragged gasps. He holds you tight, his heart pounding against your chest, and you can feel the sweat dripping down your back.

For a moment, everything is still, and you can hear the sound of your own breathing, the sound of your heart racing. And then you hear it, the sound of applause from the audience, and you realize that the commercial break is over.

You both laugh, the sound a little breathless, and Yeosang pulls away, smoothing down your skirt. "We should get back out there," he says, his voice still rough with desire.

"Yeah," you agree, your voice shaking a little. "But I love this, you know."

He smiles, the gentle smile that makes your heart race all over again. "Oh, I know, I know darling."

Just when things seem to calm down a bit, there’s a sudden knock on the door, and you both jump apart, startled. Without leaving you two time to react, Wooyoung pushes the door open, “Oh my god, are you two seriously doing this here? I could hear everything. Caught in the act, huh?”

Yeosang nearly trips over his own feet as he scrambles back, his face turning an even deeper shade of red. You cross your arms and let out a long sigh, fighting the urge to laugh at the situation. “Seriously, Wooyoung, don’t you ever knock?”

Wooyoung pushes the door open a little more, just enough to poke his head inside, a smirk plastered on his face. “Hey, just checking in on our adorable MC duo. But wow, you two are making this wayyy too easy for me.”

Yeosang stammers, trying to regain some composure, but Wooyoung’s already letting out a loud, dramatic laugh, giving Yeosang a playful punch on the shoulder. “Relax, I’m not gonna spill your little secret. But I’m definitely teasing you about this later, so be ready.”

With a cheeky wink, he’s gone, leaving you and Yeosang standing there, hearts still racing from the close call. Yeosang lets out a sigh, running a hand through his hair, the blush still staining his cheeks. “Guess we need to be more careful, huh?”

You shake your head, letting out a soft laugh as you reach for his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Or maybe we should stop worrying so much. I’m happy as long as I’m with you.”

His eyes soften at your words, and he smiles, a real, unguarded smile that makes your chest feel warm. For a moment, it’s like the rest of the world fades away, leaving just the two of you, sharing a small, quiet space.

And maybe it’s a little dangerous, keeping this secret between you two, but right now, with his hand in yours, it feels like heaven.

by @woolysium

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Welcome to Woolysium

Hey, stargazers! 🌌 I’m Wxx, and you’ve just stepped into Woolysium—a space where dreams twirl like constellations and stories unfold under the glow of distant stars. Here, I have ATEEZ fics, from tender whispers to deeper, more intense moments. And yes, Wooyoung is the brightest star in my galaxy.

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