23:08PM—.

—midnight getaway. (m)

⟶ pairing: jung wooyoung x fem!reader 

⟶ genre: sprinkle of youtuber!wooyoung + fluff / smut

⟶ words: 6,488

⟶ rating: 18+ 

⟶ summary: a “romantic” getaway surrounded by your friends leads to an interesting night alone with wooyoung

⟶ warnings: pwp, wooyoung says baby a lot bc he’s in love, some teasing woo, exhibitionism, doggy style, sort of praise kink, ass play (fingering, fem!recieving), breast play/fondling, finger sucking, riding, unprotected sex, creampie 

⟶ note: this is the first fic i’ve written in a while and my first ateez fic no one come for me pls also this is dedicated to the lovely @kithtaehyung​ !! thank you for always encouraging me and my wooyoung antics!! 💛

p.s. this is shamelessly inspired by this wooyoung selfie!!

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badboy!san

a part of you wishes that you listened to wooyoung more carefully when he first warned you about his roommate. 

that you really sat down and considered what your best friend of six years was telling you, so warningly and cautiously, almost with a preconceived look of fear and sympathy in his eyes. 

like he knew, in just a matter of months, you’d be completely ruined and destroyed by the first boy you’d ever been with. 

“whatever you do, y/n, please, just stay away from choi san, okay?” wooyoung begged quietly, his tone the most serious and soft spoken you’d heard in your life from him.

“you have to promise me.”

but you heard the words and pushed them off carelessly, promised him with a roll of your eyes and a scoff that followed that of course, if he really wants, you’d stay away from choi san.

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status: coming september

tag list: @mochibabycakes​ @atinyarmyx1​ @baekhvuns​ @bunbaebae​ @markleeyeosang​ @nlost21​ @cherryeonii​ @hwaven​ @lost-midnight-flower​ @toothlessshiber​ @utopiakys​ @seonghwanotes​

couldn’t tag: @harry-the-pottypus @marksflvr @inkigayeo @hyunjeansuniverse 

Genre: smut, fluff, humorous undertones

Pairing: barista!san & barista!wooyoung x fem!reader

Word Count: 7.6k

Warnings: idk just a lot of smut scenes, semi-public sex (in a bathroom), minor pet play (san discovers he’s furry trash), threesome with san and wooyoung but they’re not gay for each other, mild food play (whipped cream) 

Synopsis: How do you choose between two cute baristas competing for your attention? The short answer: you don’t. 

A/N: This one starts wholesome and gets wild. I have a problem with writing San with a furry kink oops,, anyway there’s three separate smut scenes in this so strap in and enjoy the ride~ this was so much fun to write and I hope it’s just as fun to read! Comments are appreciated as always <3 

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I’d like to make it clear this is fiction. This is not a realistic/fact-based representation of the guys it’s just my opinion.

Pairing: Jock!Wooyoung X Nerd!Y/N(fem)

Genre: Smut, High school au

Word Count: 500+

Warnings: Mentions of bullying, enemies with benefits, mentions of exhibitionism, marking, mentions of dumbification, not much to say really-

Taglist:@jwnghyuns @serialee @galaxteez @a-soft-hornytiny @yunhospuppy @mychicagodaddyjohnny @roan-baekhyun-bloodhaire @ferryberryhwa @nyghtwolff-1117 @yuyusmist @mabeloveseonghwa @thatoneoldergroupstan @totheworld-thisisnct

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Wooyoung pulled a pornographic moan from your lips as he pulled your legs closer to his waist. His strokes were reaching parts of your body that were foreign even to you, untouched by your fingers. While his thrusts were rough his touch was surprisingly soft, his grip on your hips firm but careful. His thumbs rubbed small circles on your love handles as you gripped his shoulders tightly, eyes squeezed shut as you called his name.

A small laugh left his lips, but it wasn’t mocking like it usually was. He pressed a sweet kiss to your cheek, his soft demeanour paired with his rough, erratic movements confusing you even more. His head pressed into the crook of your neck, nuzzling into your skin as he released more groans, nipping and licking at you hungrily.

”Fuck..making me feel this way..stop it.”

You struggled to breathe with the brutal pace Wooyoung was keeping up, hardly able to reply.

”H-uh? Wha- S-shit! Wooyoung!”

A low grunt left Wooyoung’s lips as he abused your g-spot over and over, head thrown back in ecstasy as you clenched tight, gripping him like a vice.

”Stop being- ngh! so f-fucking hot.. it makes me sick watching people stare at you like that.”

Your brain couldn’t even process his words, all you could think of was the way he was pistoning in and out of you. He felt so good, and was making you feel amazing. That’s all that mattered right now, not his words, how he treats you outside this dingy cupboard.

”Wear a- fuck- skirt like that again and I’ll bend you o-over one of the desks next time.”

You shook your head quickly, your back arching off the wall Wooyoung had you up against. Wooyoung chuckled before sucking and licking at your neck, gripping your thighs when they started to shiver around his waist.

”What, don’t wanna be seen with me? The narcissistic jock fucks the witty nerd dumb, what a great porno we’d be.”

You let a hand fly at Wooyoung’s chest but it had no power behind it, not doing any damage at all. He hoisted you up higher on his waist and cupped your cheek once he knew you were secure. How could someone be so caring in the dark yet push you around in public? Stand by while his friends tipped their lunches on you? You had tried to find the answer, but Wooyoung was the only problem you couldn’t solve.

You were soon brought out of your thoughts when he left a kiss on your cheek, hips now snapping up into you at a lethal pace when he heard the warning bell. Ten minutes till class.

”W-Wooyoung! We have to!-“

Wooyoung put a hand over your mouth as he heard the chatter of students in the hall, not ceasing his movements as he whispered into your ear. As he spoke he adjusted his hips, now hitting your g-spot with every needy thrust.

”Don’t worry babe, I’ll make sure you come before math.”

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5 weeks。 (m)

pairing: idol!jung wooyoung x fem-stylist!reader genre: idol universe, strangers to lovers, colleagues to lovers, smut (age gap, unspecified range, reader is older) word count: 12.3k summary: in which freelancing stylist gigs puts you between a rock and a hard place.

the rock being “never slept with a client before and not looking to start now,” and the hard place being a younger than you and much too daring for his own good, jung wooyoung.

a/n: a gift for a friend. you’re welcome and fly high, S ♡ also i wrote half of this with post 2nd vaccine dose brain fog so erm we moved.

→ smut warnings under the cut

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i always look forward to your asks!! you’re such a sweetheart <3 i will FIGHT ANYONE who’s mean to you :’D

tags: :) idk how to tag this lmao, coming untouched ••

San clears his throat, slightly angrily as he stares at you. You don’t notice, of course you don’t, because you’re busy talking to the rest of the boys. And you’re smiling, having fun as if you’re having the most interesting conversation in the world.

All San can remember, seeing your glittering eyes and hearing your occasional giggles, is how you’d looked under him the previous night.

Bright eyes, slightly glazed but so, so pretty and full of lust. The way you’d held out your hands to pull him closer, looking around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss while he’d shuddered against your lips.

The way you’d parted from him, mouth opening as you sighed, and you’d squirmed in his grasp.

He blinks, realising he’s stiffening in his underwear, and that’s not a nice thing to do while his friends are over and talking to his lover. His nice, innocent yet tantalising lover who has no idea of what they’re doing to him.

It’s not your fault either. San has always been quick to react to you, because you’re just that amazing to him. But thinking about you is a sure-fire way for him to get so turned on, and he really shouldn’t be having these thoughts in public.

But oh, the way you moan out his name, loud and unabashed on some nights, hushed and breathy on others. It strokes the fire inside of him to unimaginable heights, makes his knuckles turn white as he clenches his fists.

And because he’s so, so affected by you, he can feel himself beginning to leak precome, dampening his pants and making him feel so dirty.

He watches on, some minutes passing and as the images of you flash behind his eyelids, he knows it’s over. There he is, in the same room as his friends, having come in his pants like a horny teenager, without any stimulation.

wordcount → 1.833k  

desctipion →  you’re overworked and yunho just wants you to relax, even if you’re in a meeting.

warnings →   exhibitionism, oral (f receiving)

note → not requested, im just a whore

not proof read. This is a drabble, so you’re just going to have to deal with that.

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Submissives who beg for fingers in their mouth are hot as fuck

DRUNK DIALLING

beomgyu x reader

warnings: dirty (but not really) voicemails, sexual tension, light dirty talk but it cuts off bc i’m a tease

a/n: i wrote this ages ago but i just wanna get it out the drafts even tho i don’t like it.

“b-beomgyu!” he hears your chirpy voice speak through the speaker on his phone. he woke up that morning with a few missed calls and missed messages from you from the early hours in the morning when he was asleep.

it was nothing new, you always spammed him with those things when you went out and got drunk without him. it made him feel special, that you were always the first he went to.

“i think i had a little too much to drink, i-i’m home now but i miss you.” you slurred your words and he smiles at his best friends habits of your sing song voice when you were drunk.

“there’s so much i want to tell you right now, just so i can watch the pretty smile on your lips.” the tips of beomgyu’s ears turn red from the sudden compliment before the voicemail ends there. luckily for him, there were more. he clicks play on the other calls and waits for what else you have to say, ready to tease you about it the next time he sees you.

“don’t even get me started on your lips, beomgyu theyre so pretty…” you giggle and beomgyu shakes his head lightly “…so fucking hot too.”

this time beomgyu’s smile vanished from his lips, he’s used to you calling him cute. you calling him hot was something that never happened, but something he could get used to.

“they’re just so inviting, it’s just a shame we’ve been friends for this long and you haven’t kissed me yet.” he hears you sigh dramatically followed by a hiccup and beomgyu cannot believe what he is hearing, of course he’s thought those things about you and he’s thought worse things but he never knew that’s what you wanted.

“wanna kiss you so bad.” he bites back his smile before the second voicemail ends and he can see that he has one more left to listen to. he sat for a second, trying to collect his thoughts.

only thinking ‘you know what they say, drunk words are sober thoughts’

so with a shaky finger, his clicks play on the final voicemail you left for him before he assumes you fell asleep.

“want to fall apart all over your pretty face.” and now beomgyu was really shocked, there was no way you had just said that and then willingly send the message.

“fuck- beomgyu i want you so bad.” his mouth hangs open slightly before the third and final voicemail ends.

he sat there on his bed, mind racing a million miles an hour as he contemplates what he should do. part of him wants to run to your place and give you everything you were talking about, the other part was telling him you were drunk and that’s not what you actually wanted.

after what feels like a lifetime, he takes his gamble and picks up his phone and clicking on your caller ID and another part of him prays that you don’t pick up.

“mornin’” your groggy voice chuckles lightly but beomgyu’s heart rate is so fast he doesn’t feel like he can laugh right now.

“i’m guessing your call means i got absolutely shitfaced last night.” you laugh again, like beomgyu thought, it wasn’t the first time that you had sent him voicemails but none had been as open as last nights.

“something like that.” was all he could muster, he wanted to talk about what you said, but how was he meant to bring something like that up.

“god, you’re so quiet.” you sigh “was i really that bad.” you say sitting up but as soon as you did you regretted your option and flop back down on the bed.

“you were just more honest.” honest was an interesting way to put it, at least beomgyu hoped it was you being honest.

“what did i say.” and now it was your turn to feel nervous, he was never this tense when you gave him multiple calls and messages and now he didn’t seem to have a lot of words.

“i mean…” beomgyu chuckles slightly before thinking about if he should mention it “…you said the usual.” and you blush slightly, you called beomgyu cute all the time it wasn’t a shock anymore.

“oh good, i thought i said something mean to you.” you sigh.

“you also said i was pretty this time too.” he says bluntly and you frown for a split second, trying to recall what you said but you cannot remember for the life of you.

“especially my lips apparently.” the smugness in his tone was evident as you feel yourself flush even more at your loose mouth “you even called them hot.” he smirks down the line and now it was your turn to feel shocked.

“oh.”

“yeah.”

“i-i don’t remember that.” you stutter and it only adds fuel to his fire.

“i remember very clearly.” he says pretending to fake think even though he knows you can’t see him “actually.” he says excitedly and it only makes your stomach drop even more.

“i think i remember more.” beomgyu says and you hear him shuffle on the other end of the line.

“like what?” your voice was quiet and timid and he can just picture the look of distress on your face. he also knows there’s no way you could guess what your drunk mouth revealed to him last night.

“i remember you saying something along the lines of ‘i want to fall apart on your face’ would you like you explain what you meant by that?” he smirks again and your jaw hangs wide open, not being able to comprehend anything despite wanting to defend yourself.

“beomgyu i’m sorry i-” you try and apologise but he cuts you off.

“that doesn’t sound like an explanation.” he shakes his head while he tuts down the line and you feel yourself swallow a lump in your throat about how much he must hate you right now.

“so let me explain for you” you bite the inside of your cheek feeling like your words are stuck in your throat.

“i think that my pretty little friend got a little too drunk isn’t that right?” he asks you and you still can’t bring yourself to speak until he demands an answer from you.

“yes.” was all you could muster.

“and my pretty little friend accidentally told me a little too much, isn’t that right?” his voice was filled with fake sympathy.

“yes.”

“and my pretty girl wants to kiss me.”

“y-yes.” feeling giddy at the change of nickname from him.

“and i want to kiss my pretty girl back, and i want to watch her fall apart on my face, do you think i could come over?”

“p-please.”