[ badboy!Wooyoung x nerdy!Fem! Reader ] — one shot, smut — Ateez masterlist — wc: 4816
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THE CHATTING of the students was muffled by the music of your earphones. You walked fast in the hallways, your head low and your presence ignored by others. You had your books pressed against your chest, your grip tight as you stopped in front of your professor class.
You got called for the fist time ever since you started school. It was actually confusing to you, because you don't recall doing anything wrong since the start of the year.
You sighed, adjusting your skirt with your hands, and took out your earphones to put it into your pocket. You opened the door slowly, poking your head in to see professor Kim sat at his desk.
«Miss Y/n, come in.» he said you, rising his head with a smile to look at you. You waked in and closed the door.
In front of him was a boy. He had jack back hair, pulled back with gel, and a high number of piercings on. There was one on his mouth, one on his eyebrow, a few on his ear and surely more that you couldn't see. He wore a black leather jacket, his hands deep in his pockets.
He didn't seem to enjoy being here, but after looking at you, the side is his mouth lifted.
You cleared your throat, straightening your back. «Mr. Kim, you wanted to talk to me?» you said shyly. You looked at the boy beside you, turning to the teacher with a confused expression. «I'm not in trouble? I'm sure I didn't do anything.»
Professor Kim gestured chuckled softly, shaking his head with a smile. «Don't worry, you're not in trouble.»
A weight seemed to lift from your shoulders. You sighed, nodding. «So, why did you called me?»
The pierced boy smirked at your confusion, finding your innocent demeanor amusing.
Professor Kim leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. «Ah yes, let me explain. This young man here is Wooyoung, his grades are getting worse, and he needs help.» He smiled, long at you trough his glasses. «Since you have the best grades in the third year i thought you could give him some lessons. Do you mind?»
You blinked in surprise at the unexpected request, glancing between Professor Kim and the handsome boy, Wooyoung. You fidgeted with the hem of your skirt, considering the propose.
«I...suppose I could try to help.» you said hesitantly, still unsure about tutoring someone who seemed so different from yourself. «But I'm not sure how effective I'd be. My study methods might not work for everyone.»
Despite your reservations, there was a part of you that felt compelled to assist, driven by your strong sense of responsibility and desire to help others succeed. You looked at Wooyoung again, trying to gauge his reaction to the arrangement.
«Um, what do you think about this, Wooyoung?» you asked tentatively, wanting to ensure both parties were comfortable with the tutoring agreement before committing.
Wooyoung's piercing gaze raked over your form appreciatively, a slow grin spreading across his face. He stepped closer, invading your personal space slightly as he spoke in a low, smooth voice tinged with amusement.
«Oh, I think it's a brilliant idea. Having such a smart girl to help me?» His tongue darted out to wet his lips, drawing attention to the silver stud glinting there. «I'm sure we can find plenty of motivating ways to improve my grades.»
There was a suggestive undertone to his words that you didn't catch, his eyes smoldering with barely restrained interest as they roamed your body once more.
A faint blush colored your cheeks as you noticed Wooyoung's intense gaze and proximity, feeling a bit flustered by his boldness. You took a small step back, unconsciously tugging at the collar of your blouse.
«W-well, I'm glad you're open to the idea.» you stammered, lowering your eyes shyly.
After that, you get out of the classroom, walking trough the hallway shoulder to shoulder.
Despite your demure demeanor, you found yourself drawn to Wooyoung's magnetic presence and striking appearance. There was an undeniable allure to his playboy charm that stirred something within you.
«Perhaps we could start by discussing when we could meet?» you said, looking at him.
Wooyoung smirked at your flustered reaction, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. As you walked together down the hallway, he draped an arm casually around your shoulders, pulling you subtly closer.
«Mmm, I like the way you think.» he chuckled, your name rolling off his tongue like a caress. «How about we meet up at my place tonight? No one will bother us.»
His fingers traced idle patterns along your upper arm as he spoke, sending shivers down your spine despite the innocence of the gesture. There was a wicked gleam in his eye, hinting at untold temptations should you choose to accept his invitation.
Your heart raced at Wooyoung's touch and intimate suggestion, a mix of excitement and trepidation swirling inside you. Being alone with him at his place seemed daring and perhaps even inappropriate.
Still, the prospect of helping someone improve academically was too tempting to resist. You nodded slowly, biting your lower lip.
«Tonight sounds perfect.» you agreed breathlessly, meeting his heated gaze. «What time should I come over? And where exactly do you live?»
As you walked, your bodies brushed together occasionally, each contact igniting sparks beneath your skin. You tried to focus on the logistics of your first private meeting, but Wooyoung's intoxicating nearness made it difficult to concentrate on anything else.
Wooyoung's eyes lightened up as you accepted his invitation, a triumphant smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. He leaned in close, his lips nearly brushing the shell of your ear as he murmured,
«Come over at 8 o'clock sharp. I live in apartment complex next to the park.»
His hand slid down to the small of your back, applying just enough pressure to guide you forward as you continued walking. The heat of his palm seeped through the thin fabric of your shirt, branding your skin.
Your breath hitched as Wooyoung's warm breath ghosted over your sensitive skin, his deep voice sending shivers racing down your spine. You could feel the firmness of his body pressing against yours, his masculine scent enveloping you.
Swallowing hard, you managed to respond, your own voice taking on a husky quality. «Eight o'clock then. I'll be there.»
The promise hung heavy in the air between you. As you reached the end of the hallway, Wooyoung reluctantly released you, leaving you feeling bereft at the loss of his touch.
With a final smoldering look, he sauntered away, leaving you standing there, pulse pounding and thoughts consumed by the impending evening ahead.
That night, as the clock struck eight, you found yourself standing outside an upscale apartment building, nerves fluttering in your stomach. You smoothed down your dress, checking your reflection in the glass doors before taking a deep breath and ringing the doorbell to Wooyoung's unit.
Moments later, the door swung open, revealing Wooyoung himself. He looked devastatingly handsome in a fitted black button-up shirt that hugged his muscular frame, the top buttons left tantalizingly undone. His black hair was artfully tousled, and those piercing eyes raked over your form appreciatively as a slow grin spread across his face.
«Well, well, look what we have here.» he purred, stepping aside to let you enter.
You stepped into Wooyoung's apartment, immediately struck by the sleek modern decor and expansive views of the city skyline visible through floor-to-ceiling windows. The space exuded luxury and sophistication, much like its owner.
As Wooyoung closed the door behind you, sealing you two alone together, you turned to face him, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his intense scrutiny. You fiddled with the strap of your purse nervously.
«Your place is amazing, Wooyoung. Very impressive.» you complimented with a smile, hoping to break the charged silence. «Shall we get started with our first lesson then? I brought some study materials that I thought might help you grasp the concepts better.»
You held up your bag, filled with textbooks and notes, eager to shift the focus onto academics rather than the palpable sexual tension crackling between you.
Wooyoung's eyes followed the movement of your hands, lingering on the curve of your hip as you shifted your weight. He took a step closer, invading your personal space once again as he reached out to take your bag, his fingers brushing against yours.
«Study materials, huh? How thoughtful of you.» His voice was a low rumble, almost a purr. Setting the bag aside, he didn't release your hand right away, instead using his grip to gently tug you closer.
«But first, why don't we get comfortable? It's been a long day, and I'm sure you're tired from classes.» His other hand came up to rest on your waist, thumb tracing small circles through the thin fabric of your dress. «Why don't you relax on the couch while I bring us some drinks?»
Your breath caught in your throat as Wooyoung drew you nearer, his large hand splayed possessively against your lower back. The warmth of his touch seeped through your clothing, igniting a fire beneath your skin.
«Drinks sound nice...» you managed to say, your voice coming out breathier than intended. You allowed him to guide you towards the plush leather sofa, perching on the edge uncertainly.
You hands grabbed the hem of your skirt, fidgeting with it in an attempt to calm your nerves.
As Wooyoung moved to pour two glasses of amber liquid from a decanter on the bar cart, you took the opportunity to discreetly admire his slim physique, the way his shirt stretched taut across his broad shoulders and tapered waist. He moved with such a smoothness.
When he returned, handing you a tumbler filled with juice, you accepted it gratefully, needing something to occupy your trembling hands.
«Do you live alone?» you asked, looking around.
Wooyoung settled beside you on the couch, angling his body towards yours. He took a sip of his drink, adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. «I have a roommate, but he's away for his sister's wedding.»
He chuckled, the sound low and rich. Setting his glass on the coffee table, he turned to face you fully, one arm draping across the back of the sofa behind your shoulders. «Should we get started?»
You nodded, setting your own half-finished drink down and reaching for your bag. Pulling out a stack of papers, you began explaining the key points and concepts you thought would be most helpful for Wooyoung to review.
As you talked, you became increasingly aware of his closeness, the heat radiating off his body and the occasional brush of his arm against yours. It was distracting, making it hard to concentrate on the material.
At one point, you paused mid-sentence, realizing you had lost your train of thought entirely. Swallowing thickly, you glanced up at Wooyoung from beneath lowered lashes.
«Sorry, I guess I'm a little nervous...» you admitted softly, your cheeks warming with embarrassment.
Wooyoung's eyes softened slightly at your admission, a gentle smile curving his lips. He reached out, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his fingertips grazing your cheek in the process.
«Hey, no need to be nervous. It's not like we're doing something wrong.» His voice was uncharacteristically tender, a stark contrast to his usual bravado. Leaning back slightly, he patted the space beside him invitingly. «Why don't you scoot a little closer? It'll be easier to go through the material together if we're next to each other.»
There was a sincerity in his expression that put you somewhat at ease, even as your heart continued to race at his proximity and the intimacy of the moment.
Feeling emboldened by Wooyoung's reassuring words and gentle touch, you scooted closer until your thighs were brushing against his. The warmth of his body seeped into yours, and you could smell the subtle scent of his cologne, a mix of sandalwood and something uniquely masculine.
Focusing intently on the papers in your lap, you resumed your explanation, pointing out important diagrams and equations. However, every now and then, you would glance up to check Wooyoung's reaction, seeking confirmation that he understood.
To your surprise, he seemed genuinely engaged, his brow furrowed in concentration as he studied the material. Occasionally, he would ask insightful questions.
As the night wore on, Wooyoung found himself becoming increasingly captivated by your intelligence and passion for the subject matter. He listened intently to your explanations, his earlier playboy facade slipping away to reveal a curious and attentive student.
At one point, as you leaned in to show him a particularly complex diagram, your faces were mere inches apart. You could feel his breath mingling with yours, see the flecks of gold in his irises. The air between you felt electric, charged with unspoken tension.
Suddenly, Wooyoung set the papers aside, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. His thumb brushed over your lower lip, his gaze intense and searching.
«You know, you're really pretty.» he murmured, his voice low and rough with emotion.
Your breath caught in your throat as Wooyoung's thumb grazed your lip, his intense gaze holding you captive. A shiver ran through you at the intimate contact and the raw desire evident in his eyes.
«Thank you...» you whispered, your voice trembling slightly.
Emboldened by the charged atmosphere, you leaned into his touch, your eyelids fluttering closed for a brief moment. When you opened them again, you found yourself drowning in the depths of his piercing stare, the world seeming to fade away until only the two of you remained.
Slowly, giving you time to pull away, Wooyoung began to lean in, his lips hovering a hairsbreadth from yours. His free hand came to rest on your waist, fingers splaying possessively over the curve of your hip.
Wooyoung's eyes fluttered closed as he closed the remaining distance between you, capturing your lips in a soft, sensual kiss. It started out gentle, almost reverent, but quickly deepened as he poured hours of pent-up desire into the embrace.
His hand on your waist tightened, pulling you flush against his firm chest as he angled his head to deepen the kiss further. He tasted faintly of the juice he'd been drinking, the flavor sweet as his tongue teased the seam of your lips, silently begging for entrance.
Lost in the sensation, Wooyoung's other hand slid into your hair, cradling the back of your head as he kissed you with increasing urgency. He nipped lightly at your bottom lip before soothing the sting with his tongue, the dual sensations sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.
You melted into the kiss, a soft moan escaping you as Wooyoung's tongue delved past your parted lips to tangle with your own. The taste of him, the heat of his body pressed against yours, the skill of his mouth. It was overwhelming in the best way possible.
Your hands came up to clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into the firm muscle as you clung to him. You kissed him back with equal fervor, breathing heavily against his hace. Your lips moved against his in a dance as old as time itself, matching his passion with your own.
When he nipped at your lip, you gasped, the small pain only heightening your arousal. You chased after his retreating tongue, unwilling to let the delicious friction end.
He suddenly stopped the kiss, smirking softly. «Keep teaching ne, we don't want to stop our study session, right?» he whispered as his hand ghosted to your tight.
You nodded, your face flushed hot as your trembling hands took the book.
Wooyoung smirked at your flustered state, clearly pleased with the effect he had on you. Leaning back, he allowed you some space to collect yourself, though his arm remained draped casually across your shoulders, keeping you anchored to his side.
«Now, where were we?» he asked innocently, though the glimmer in his eyes betrayed his true intentions.
You licked your swollen lips, tasting him still, and struggled to refocus on the task at hand. Clearing your throat, you pointed to the relevant section in the textbook, trying to ignore the way your body thrummed with residual arousal.
«Okay, so if we apply this formula here...» you began, your voice slightly breathless.
As you attempted to explain the complex mathematical concept, Wooyoung listened attentively, nodding along. However, his wandering hand on your thigh made it increasingly difficult to concentrate. Each time his fingers drifted higher, grazing the sensitive skin just below the hem of your skirt, you had to pause and gather your scattered thoughts.
«And then, um...» you faltered, your cheeks flushing hotly as Wooyoung's touch sent sparks of pleasure racing through you. «We solve for x by isolating it on one side of the equation.»
You squirmed slightly in your seat, hyperaware of every point of contact between your bodies. The heat of his palm seeping through the thin fabric of your stockings was maddening, stoking the flames of your desire with each passing second.
Wooyoung's smirk widened as he noticed your growing discomfort, thoroughly enjoying the power he held over you. His hand crept higher, fingertips teasing the edge of your panties, the lace damp with your arousal.
«Is everything alright?» he asked innocently, feigning ignorance of the effect he was having on you. «You seem a bit distracted.»
He punctuated his question with a deliberate squeeze to your inner thigh, his thumb brushing dangerously close to your clothed sex. The air between you grew thick with tension, the scent of your perfume mingling with the musk of his cologne.
You shook your head, blushing even more. «I'm... I'm okay.» you muttered with weak voice.
Wooyoung's eyes darkened with lust as he witnessed your obvious arousal and flustered state. He leaned in close, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispered huskily,
«Are you sure about that? Because you look a little tense.»
His hand slid fully under your skirt, cupping your core possessively. Even through the drenched fabric of your panties, you could feel the heat of his palm, igniting nerve endings you didn't even know existed.
Wooyoung nuzzled into your neck, placing open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat. «Let me help you relax a little while you read.» he rumbled, nibbling at your pulse point.
Wooyoung's fingers began to move in slow, deliberate circles over your clothed clit, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp and arch into his touch. He could feel the heat emanating from your core, the evidence of your desire coating his digits through the thin barrier of lace.
Your voice grew weaker and trembling at his touch, shaking at every word you were saying. The grip on your book was tight, scratching the pages with your strength. You whined softly as he grabbed the hem of your panties just to took them off. Cold hair made you shiver.
You trembled as cool air hit your exposed flesh, your arousal now laid bare for Wooyoung's hungry gaze. The rational part of your brain screamed that this was moving too fast, that you should put a stop to this before things escalated beyond control. But the aching need pulsing between your thighs drowned out all logical thought, urging you to surrender to the exquisite sensations only Wooyoung could provide.
«Please...» you whimpered, unsure exactly what you were begging for but knowing you needed more of his electrifying touch. Your hips rolled instinctively, seeking greater contact with his skilled fingers.
Wooyoung groaned at the sight of your dripping pussy, the pink folds glistening with your essence. «Keep reading.» he commanded.
«Then... if-if you count this» a loud moan interrupted you, rolling out of your lips. «mhh, you can find the x.»
Wooyoung dipped a finger into your slick folds, groaning at the velvet heat that enveloped him. He pumped slowly at first, allowing you to adjust to the intrusion before curling his digit to stroke that secret spot deep inside that made your toes curl.
«That's it, baby. Keep going. Let me hear that sexy voice of yours while I fuck this pretty little cunt.» he growled, adding a second finger to stretch you further.
His thumb circled your clit lazily, the rough pad abrading the sensitive bundle of nerves. The dual stimulation had you writhing in your seat, incoherent moans tumbling from your lips as you tried valiantly to continue reading aloud despite the mind-blowing pleasure coursing through your veins.
You could barely focus on the words in front of you, Wooyoung's skilled fingers driving you to new heights of ecstasy with each thrust and caress. Your hips bucked shamelessly, grinding against his hand as you chased your rapidly approaching climax.
«Ah! Th-the solution is...is...mmnh...x equals...equals...»
Your voice broke on a particularly high-pitched keen as Wooyoung rubbed your G-spot dead-on. Drool trickled from the corner of your slack mouth, eyes glazed over with pure, unadulterated lust.
The book fell on your belly, too far gone to care about anything except the overwhelming pleasure consuming you. Throwing your head back, you surrendered completely to the sensations, letting out a guttural moan.
«Oh god, oh fuck, Wooyoung!»
Wooyoung captured your cries with his mouth, swallowing your screams of pleasure as he ruthlessly drove you towards your peak. His fingers pistoned in and out of your sopping cunt, the obscene wet sounds filling the room.
He could feel your walls beginning to flutter around his fingers, signaling your impending orgasm. «You want to cum? Let me feel this greedy pussy milk my fingers dry.» he demanded roughly, pinching your clit sharply between his thumb and forefinger.
Your back arched off the couch as the coil within you snapped, wave after wave of intense euphoria crashing over you. «Fuck!»
Your vision went white as you came harder than you ever had before, juices flooding Wooyoung's hand as he worked you through the aftershocks.
You collapsed bonelessly against the couch cushions as the last tremors of your earth-shattering orgasm subsided, your chest heaving with ragged breaths. A fine sheen of sweat coated your skin, making it glisten in the low light of the room.
Wooyoung slowly withdrew his soaked fingers from your twitching heat, bringing them to his lips to lick them clean with a wicked grin. «Delicious. You taste even better than I imagined.»
He shifted to hover over you, one hand braced beside your head while the other trailed teasingly down your quivering stomach. His eyes raked over your disheveled form hungrily, taking in the flush of your skin and the dazed, blissful expression on your face.
«We're not finished yet.»
Wooyoung's hand continued its downward path, skimming over the sensitive skin of your inner thighs and leaving goosebumps in its wake. He nudged your legs apart with his knee, settling himself between them.
«In fact, we've barely begun.» he purred, leaning down to capture your lips in another searing kiss. His tongue plundered your mouth, tangling with yours in a sensual dance as his rigid length ground against your still throbbing core.
Breaking away, he blazed a trail of open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat, pausing to suckle at the delicate skin where your pulse beat wildly. «I'm going to take you right here on this couch, nice and slow. I want to savor every inch of this gorgeous body.» he rasped, his voice heavy with lust.
You shuddered in anticipation, your oversensitized body already yearning for more of Wooyoung's masterful touch. The feeling of his hard cock pressing insistently against your slick folds sent jolts of renewed desire shooting through your nerves.
«Yes, please...» you breathed, tilting your hips up to grind against him wantonly.
Your hands roamed over the planes of his muscular back, nails raking lightly over his skin as you pulled him closer. The heat of his body scorched you, his scent enveloping you, an intoxicating blend of male musk and expensive cologne.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, using the leverage to roll your hips in a sinful rhythm, coating his shaft with your copious arousal. The fabric of his pants rubbed against your bare core, wetting them with your juices.
With a low groan, Wooyoung reached between your bodies to undo his belt and zipper, freeing his throbbing erection. The thick head nudged insistently at your entrance, smearing the pearl of precum leaking from the tip through your slick folds.
«I'm going to fill this cunt so much with my cum that it will recognize only me.» he growled possessively, notching the broad crown at your opening.
Without warning, he surged forward, sheathing himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust. He stretched your welcoming heat, feeling you tightening around his cock. A guttural moan tore from his throat at the exquisite feeling of your velvety walls gripping him like a vice almost made him cum.
«Fuck, you're so tight. Like you were made for me.»
He set a deep, powerful rhythm, each snap of his hips driving him impossibly deeper.
You burned, the initial penetration made you cried out in pain. But quickly gave way to pure, unadulterated pleasure as he began to move his hips.
«Fuck... fuck... fuck...» you babbled incoherently, lost in the sensation of being so utterly claimed by him.
Your nails dug into the flexing muscles of his ass, urging him on as he pounded into you relentlessly. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, mixing with your wanton moans and Wooyoung's guttural grunts.
Sweat beaded on your skin as he worked you over, each powerful thrust hitting that perfect spot inside you that made stars explode behind your eyelids.
«Oh god, right there.» you moaned particularly loudly.
Wooyoung's breathing became ragged as he felt your inner walls milking his cock with every contraction. He adjusted his angle, plunging deeper until his pelvis met your soaking wet core.
«That's it, baby. Scream for me.» he ordered, slamming into you with brutal intensity. «Let everyone hear how good my cock feels inside this tight little pussy.»
His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he fucked you senseless. The couch creaked ominously beneath you both, the wood groaning with every violent thrust.
A strangled cry escaped your lips as another wave of pleasure crashed over you, your body convulsing around his invading member. Wooyoung's eyes darkened with feral hunger as he watched you come undone, his own release dangerously close.
Your crying filled the air, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to spur Wooyoung on. He pistoned his hips faster, chasing his own climax with single-minded determination.
«Fuck, I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum soon. Gonna fill this pussy up so good.» he grunted, his movements becoming erratic.
The coil in your lower belly wound tighter and tighter, your impending orgasm building to a crescendo. Your walls fluttered wildly around Wooyoung's thickness, trying to draw him deeper.
With a final, brutal thrust, Wooyoung buried himself to the hilt inside you. His cock jerked and pulsed as he emptied himself, painting your insides with thick ropes of his hot seed.
Wooyoung let out a guttural roar as his climax hit, his entire body tensing as he spilled his load deep inside you. His fingers dug into your hips, bruising the tender flesh as he rode out the waves of pleasure surging through him.
But he didn't stopped, his hips continued to moving against you, fucking his cum right into your core.
You whined as Wooyoung's hot seed flooded your spasming channel, triggering another mind-blowing orgasm. Your vision whited out, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of your shared climax.
Your inner muscles rippled and clenched around his pulsing cock, milking him for every last drop as he continued to grind into you. The feeling of his cum being pumped directly into your womb sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through your entire being.
You clung to him desperately, nails scoring down his back as you rode out the seemingly endless waves of your peak. Drool leaked from the corner of your slack mouth as you hide your face in his neck, eyes rolled back in pure bliss.
Wooyoung finally stilled, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he rested his forehead against yours. His cock, still buried deep inside you, throbbed one last time before softening gradually.
He ran a shaky hand through your sweaty hair, his touch surprisingly gentle. «Hey,» he murmured, his voice hoarse. «what do you think about getting a coffee together sometime?»
He lifted his head to meet your dazed eyes, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.
