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yourfatherlucifer · 5 months

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Bounce, Bounce (JWY)

san's manager!wooyoung x male!reader

summary: deciding to finally check out the underground boxing ring, you find that one man cannot keep his eyes off of you.

warnings: MDNI, sub!wooyoung, top/switch!reader, mxm, mentions of male breeding (its not possible), creampie, whining, crying, slightly bratty woo, getting caught by san, locker room sex, short fic (sorry), big cock reader.

genre: smut

AU: Bouncy

WC: 994

Rated: R

tags: @mjyungi @k-hotchoisan @choism @piratequeen-queenofgames @shycreationdreamland @aygotnobitches @hecateslittlewitchling @sanspuppet @yunho-mp3

nets: @cromernet @cultofdionysusnet @kflixnet @pirateeznet @k-labels @wonderlandnet

I finally got around to it omg, I hope people like this. Short but sweet. PLEASE REBLOG

"I'm telling you, M/N, it's gonna be fun." Your friend had slapped your back in enthusiasm.

"It's illegal, is it what it is." You muttered.

"There's gonna be hot guys? Well, at least sometimes there is. Look, I know, it isn't ideal, not with those damn drones everywhere. Its life now. Dystopian world or not, we gotta make our life interesting somehow." Your friend has crossed her arms.

You cringed at her, making a face of disgust, "Since when did you get all philosophical? It's gross. Just stop."

As you walked away from her, she threw her head back in a silent laugh, not wanting anyone to hear her joy.

When she gathered her bearings and ran back up to your side, "When is the last time you got your dick wet? You've been so grumpy. Do I need to help you find a nice girl?"

"Oh my god, F/N, I'm gay! How many times do I have to remind you. I am not into girls."

"Right, forgot. Sorry. Anyway, back to my question-"

"Why is it any of your concern?"

"Because, I miss seeing you happy, dude."

You shoved her arms off your waist in a playful manner, "Alright, alright, I'll go, stop hugging me."

"Ain't my fault you have such a nice waist, Y/N." She giggled.

F/N grabbed your hand, "Come on, lets just go there already, I don't wanna miss the fight, I hear Choi San is fighting today!" her heart eyes didn't go unnoticed, "And he's the hottest fighter!"

"We have two different tastes, I doubt it."

The crowd soon began to fill up, men and women alike surrounded both you and your friend to watch the fight. F/N was right, the fighter Choi San was definitely hot, but you didn't have eyes on him. You weren't interested. With his looks you were sure he's a ladies man, which meant he wouldn't want you. You have a dick after all.

The fight was boring, seeing two grown men punch each other was no fun at all to you. You rolled your eyes, ready to leave until you noticed a man staring at you, his doe-like eyes trained on you. He was beautiful.

That’s it. You changed your mind, you’re staying. F/N paid no mind to you, she was too engrossed in the fight. She didn’t even notice when you left her side to go stand by the beautiful stranger.

“Hi.” You tapped his shoulder, “I’m Y/N.”

He stared you up and down, his eyes staring at the bulge in your pants, he was wondering if you were big. Maybe you could get in his tight hole. He wanted you inside of him bad.

He turned around to face you, a smile on his face, “Wooyoung. I’m Wooyoung.”

Even his name was cute.

That’s when he grinned, “Say..wanna come with me to the back?”

You nod and take his hand. He leads you to a room of lockers and showers, as you guessed, it’s the locker room.

Wooyoung shut the door and pushed you against some lockers, his lips attacking your neck. You bared your neck to him, hands gripping his waist, his slim and tiny waist.

“Wooyoung.” you growled, picking him up and wrapping his legs around your own waist, spinning the both of you around and pushing his back into the lockers this time. Your cock ground into his through your loose pants.

Wooyoung let out whiny moans, his arms scrambling to your back, pulling at your shirt. He could feel exactly just how big you were. You’re so much bigger than him, he couldn’t wait to feel your cock against his walls.

“Please~” he cried out, hips bucking into yours.

You grinned, removing one of your hands from him to pull your cock out of your pants and yanking off his trousers. You pushed him back against the lockers once more and slammed your cock into his tight and puckered hole.

His eyes blown out as he threw his head back in pure pleasure.

When he recovered, he stared you in the eyes with a smirk, “Come on, Y/N, fuck me like you mean it.”

You growled, “I’m gonna fuck the brat out of you.” You pulled your large cock out of him just to push it back in roughly.

The lockers rocked back and forth from your rough rhythm while Wooyoung’s moans filled the room. When you felt it wasn’t safe to keep fucking against the lockers, you moved the two of you two a bench, without pulling out of him.

The second his back touched the cold metal bench, he cried out, “Please, harder!”

Your lips attached to his perked nipple and thrusted your cock into his hole in a circle motion, slipping your hand between the two of you to pump his own neglected cock.

His tears flooded down his face as you twisted your hand around his weeping dick. You kissed away the tears then planted your lips to his neck, latching onto the skin, leaving marks for people to find. To show how dirty of a man he is.

When his lips found yours, the two of you made out in a feverish haze, “I’m gonna fill you so full of my cum, fucking hell wish I could breed you.” You whispered into his ear.

Wooyoung cried out once again, “please! I’m gonna cum!”

You snapped your hips against his, “Yeah, me too, pretty boy. Come on, take it all. Take all of my seed like the good boy you are.”

His arms flew to your neck, as his cum spurt over the both of you, making a mess. While your cum filled his walls like a wave of the ocean.

You laid on top of him, placing a kiss to the top of his head, “You should call me, we need to do this again.”

He giggled, “Total-“

“Damn, Woo, didn’t know you liked to take it up the ass..”

“San!”

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atinytokki · 5 years

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𝐙𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐎𝐧𝐞

Chapter 3: The Fortress

(Warnings: Slavery and violence)

Hongjoong was accustomed to the feeling of all eyes on him. But something about this moment he had awoken into created a suffocating tension.

Mingi was staring at him with a look in his eyes that, frankly, scared him. He thought back to the fleeting moments of consciousness buried between dark memory holes. He remembered feeling acute pain, being found out, San’s diagnosis, the mutiny— mutiny!

“It’s too late for you, sir. We’ve arrived.”

Jongho took a flying leap at the man, raising his fist to pummel him senseless, but was interrupted by the nozzle of the gun being placed against his forehead. Seonghwa gripped his arm and pulled him back as Seunghyun advanced into the room, that disgusting smile still smeared onto his face. “Still resisting?”

Hongjoong jumped at the sudden crack of Seunghyun’s gun firing. He had shot a bullet right next to Jongho’s boot, forcing him to take another step back.

“The next one’s going in you,” his smile hardened and he raised his free hand, signalling more of his men to restrain the prisoners. “Walk them down the gangway and wait for my orders.”

Hongjoong didn’t have enough strength in him to resist, and was dragged out of his cabin with the rest, a delighted Seunghyun smiling down at him.

“And with you removed, all the rats have finally been exterminated from the ATEEZ,” Hongjoong had enough fight in him to spit at the mutineer’s feet. He ignored it. “Oh, that reminds me. What shall we rename her, boys? She’s adorable with those colourful sail patches! To think people actually shrink in fear from this sailing circus.”

Each insult stoked the growing fire in Wooyoung to the point that only the pistol still trained on Jongho’s back kept him at bay.

The officers were walked down to the dock that their own ship had been tethered to. The land sprawled out a surprising distance, so far that Wooyoung could barely see the edge of it and wondered distantly if they had landed on a continent and not an island. From the ease with which the mutineers parked and unloaded her cargo he had a feeling they had not simply happened upon this land. This had been planned from the beginning.

“Where is everyone?” Mingi whispered to him. He had pulled up alongside Wooyoung in the march up the dock to dry land and chanced a look at their surroundings. “Don’t know...”

The quartermaster’s observation added to the ball growing in his stomach. Something was definitely wrong here. “Look!” Seonghwa hissed from the front of the line.

A small crowd of young looking individuals had rounded the corner of the nearest street and congregated in what looked like the centre of town. Wooyoung felt the haunted eyes of one who spied him from afar pierce into his own and send a chill through him. Seonghwa had caught this exchange, too.

“They’re—” He was interrupted by the clamping of iron over his own hands. As he looked down and the tight metal restraints he finished his sentence. “Slaves.”

“And so are you! After the Master meets you,” Seunghyun informed him nonchalantly, still dragging a struggling Hongjoong behind him.

The others were all overcome and handcuffed simultaneously before they were led up through the town. “And the trek for the Fortress begins.”

...

It was an uphill climb, and Wooyoung’s calves were soon burning from exertion. He did his best to memorise what he saw, committing each turn and landmark to his mind, but the sun was beating down and the road was long.

They appeared to be working their way up to some kind of armed fortress. It was the pinnacle of the coastal town they had landed at and stood above it like a steadfast guard... or a controlling owner.

“I know we’re in mortal danger still, but... I’m so relieved Hongjoong hyung is alive,” San panted quietly from beside him. His thoughts were still back on the ship. “Amputating limbs and treating stab wounds are my strength— deadly sickness is not. There were times if I’m honest when I thought he was doomed to die.”

Wooyoung was trying to forget what he’d seen in the captain’s cabin the past few days, but bumped his shoulder against San’s softly in a gesture of encouragement. “And he did... but you brought him back.”

They approached the portcullis of the immense fortress complex and were drawn to a halt. Seunghyun and Hongjoong were still at the front of the line, the latter in no condition to be hiking and clearly depleted of any strength he had gathered overnight.

“Welcome to The Fortress, boys.” A cheer broke out from the mutineers who didn’t seem the least bit winded from the journey up. The captive pirates watched them applaud in confusion. “I know it’s a lot to take in but... it’s your home now! And you’d best get used to it. The town is just for looks, this is where the real magic happens. And once I show you to the Master you can all be a part of it, too!”

Yeosang leaned over to Jongho and mumbled, “He’s completely demented.”

“Bonkers,” the youngest whispered back.

“In we go then!” Seunghyun was clearly excited to be “home” and signalled the inside guards to raise the portcullis.

The officers were herded up three flights of stairs and deep into the interior of the Fortress. Wooyoung squinted in the lowlight as his eyes adjusted.

Suddenly the restraints were off and they were facing a wall of iron bars. “Here you stay for the time being!” Seunghyun leaned against the bars conversationally while locking the cell one-handed. “If you’re lucky, some of you might end up in a nice home.”

“Some of you?” San hissed once Seunghyun and his men had strolled out of earshot. “They mean to separate us!” He flopped down in the dust and glared at the less than spacious surroundings.

“Our new home is... a prison cell,” Wooyoung observed, sitting next to him. “Of course.”

Yunho was pulling on all of the bars to try and locate a loose one. “But at least we’re all in one cell together at the moment. That makes it easier to escape.”

The officers all found seats on the floor, their new reality weighing on them. “There has to be a way out,” Mingi insisted, walking the perimeter of their cell and noting every detail. Soon there was nothing to do but sit and wait.

“Wooyoung, here,” Hongjoong grunted from the exertion as he lifted the chain of his necklace over his head and placed it into the gunner’s hand. “Take this and protect it.”

Wooyoung was stunned at this sudden responsibility. “But...why me?”

Hongjoong’s eyes flitted over to his. “You’ll do as I ask, won’t you?”

Wooyoung wasn’t sure if this was the answer to his question or further instruction from his captain. “Of course.”

Hongjoong nodded and let his eyes close. “Don’t give it to any of them. No matter what.”

Captain was falling asleep where he sat, so Yeosang took hold of his shoulders and gently guided his head down to his own lap. It was a softer place for it than the uneven stone floor.

Yeosang watched Wooyoung put the crystal around his own neck and tuck it under his shirt. The only time Wooyoung remembered seeing it was the morning they had docked at Maddox’s Island and it had lay helplessly in front of him for a moment.

“What is so important about this crystal anyway?” he wondered aloud.

“I think it’s connected to Eden’s treasure,” Yeosang noted softly. “Like some kind of key.”

Jongho had joined Yunho at the bars, placed his hands on two of them and pulled with all his might in opposite directions. “Worth a try.”

“How about the floor?” Seonghwa suggested. “Are any of these stones moveable?”

“Already discussing how to break out I see!” Someone had snuck up on them. The officers snapped to attention as a new figure came before them and entered the cell with three other men, locking himself in.

“You’re the Master?” Mingi growled.

The man simply nodded, small beady eyes surveying the boys before him. “Let us out before you regret it,” Mingi continued, standing tall and looking down his nose at the man.

“You’ll come to see it my way eventually,” the Master replied, monotonous and unintimidated.

Two of the guardsmen who had entered with him pulled Mingi’s arms behind him and forced him to sit with the rest. “Now, the Captain.” The Master turned his stoic face to Hongjoong and signalled the guard to bring him forward. “You, you have quite the reputation.”

“It precedes me,” Hongjoong grunted back, trying to get his feet under him. “And I haven’t the faintest who you are.”

The Master snickered to himself at this. “No matter. You have an infamous and able bodied crew of officers with you. All of them will be of use for us, but I need something from you.”

Hongjoong was confused. “You mean you’re buying us yourself?” The Master shrugged and crossed his arms. “Technically, no. When we have what we need, we’ll sell you off as well.”

It was Hongjoong’s turn to chuckle. “As if I’ll allow anyone to be auctioned off like an animal on my watch.”

“I think you overestimate your control over the situation, boy.” The Master summoned two of the henchman back to him. “When I can just do this—” he nodded and one of the men gave a forceful kick to Hongjoong’s midsection. “—and they’ll fall right into line.”

Hongjoong struggled to stand again, spurred on by the shouts of his officers behind him, and looked the Master square in the eye. “Think again.”

The stocky slave trader pinched his nose in annoyance and brushed his hand through the air as if he was swatting away a fly, the signal for the guardsmen to continue their intimidation tactic.

Hongjoong got back up again, a purple patch growing on his face. “I thought you knew who I am,” he interjected. “This is all you’ve got?” He was punched back down again without the honour of a response from the Master who watched, unimpressed, from the front of the cell.

An anxious ball was growing inside Wooyoung as the beating grew in intensity, one man holding Hongjoong’s arms behind him. They weren’t looking to stop any time soon, and San’s laboured breathing from behind him warned that they were pummelling him dangerously close to an inch of his life. Seonghwa had started chewing on his lip.

There was no indication that this would end well for any of them, and everyone’s cries were going unheeded.

“Well, Hongjoong.”

“That’s Captain Hongjoong,” he spit between gasps for air.

“Right, right!” His lips upturned. “Captain! Are you quite tired of being beaten? Perhaps your crew will speak up for you.” As each punch landed, Wooyoung’s fingers inched closer to the crystal necklace, ready to reveal it.

Yeosang’s hand landed on his. “Trust him, Wooyoung.”

“If you’re really going to be stubborn we might have to start killing them, I’m afraid,” with a less than heartfelt frown and a raised gun, the Master turned to the huddled officers.

“You said you wouldn’t,” Hongjoong was bursting out of the guard’s arms, struggling to get to his men. “You said you needed them alive! Stop!”

The Master scoffed and corrected him. “One or two lives spent to win your cooperation are hardly important.” The gun clicked as it was positioned in Jongho’s face.

“No, don’t do that! I’ll help you, alright! I’ll help! You have my word!”

“Your word means nothing, you’re a pirate.” He suddenly leapt at the other officers, snatching Yeosang away from them. “How about we keep this one as leverage instead? Much safer than a pirate’s word. And then why don’t we take a little walk?”

With that, the Master and his men exited the cell, dragging Yeosang and Hongjoong with them. Yunho released a scream of frustration and kicked the bars closest to him with all his might. “They couldn’t give us five minutes alone together to plan an escape, could they?”

Wooyoung swallowed and fingered the crystal through the loose fabric of his shirt. “What will they do when they discover he doesn’t have it?” He tilted his head back and groaned. Hanging onto the crystal key was probably only making the situation worse.

San had gotten up to keep a lookout in the hallway, but reminded Wooyoung over his shoulder, “He knows what to do.”

“And this is the right thing to do?” Wooyoung muttered in disbelief. “Let’s focus on working out how to break out of here,” Seonghwa instructed, sending a pointed look to Jongho who was silently fuming in the back corner.

They were no further in their escape plan when San whispered, “They’re coming!” and all the officers shuffled back in line. Wooyoung could finally see his Captain’s face, and instantly filled with shame at the sight. He winced as the sound of fist hitting flesh filled his memory.

Yeosang wasn’t with them, and Hongjoong gave an explanation as soon as he was dropped off unceremoniously and the guards had walked away. “They took him to another cell of some kind I think. He’s keeping him there until my work is satisfactory,” Hongjoong sighed, pausing over the last word. “But he doesn’t know anything about the treasure, and I suggest we keep it that way.” Here he looked pointedly at Wooyoung out of a bruised eye.

Wooyoung sat back, but his muscles were still tensely coiled. “That was... frighteningly close,” he admitted. “I almost revealed it... I-I’m sorry.”

It did nothing to help him to confess this to Hongjoong, but it weighed heavily now. As heavy as the crystal hanging around his neck and Yeosang’s retreating back as he was marched away.

Hongjoong glanced at him and then back to the floor. “Prove me right, Wooyoung. That my trust is well founded.” He suspected Hongjoong was simply too tired to deal with him, but nodded solemnly in agreement. He’d keep that crystal safe. Just as Yeosang told him to.

“What kind of work do they want you doing if it has nothing to do with the treasure?” Mingi asked quietly, afraid of upsetting the captain.

Hongjoong simply shook his head. “He wasn’t lying when he said he knew about me. He wants me building ships for him.”

“Ships!” Jongho was taken aback. “What does a slave trader need ships for?”

“Expanding his business...” Wooyoung realised out loud. Mingi was shaking his head. “There’s got to be some way we can cut a corner and get out of here.”

Seonghwa thought through all the options. “What has he given you to work with?”

“Nothing yet. But I can—” Hongjoong interrupted himself to cough. “I can ask for tools. He might allow them. If I can smuggle some back here, we can use them to get out.”

Soon a plan was underway with backup ideas formulated for later. Wooyoung noticed San was zoned out and placed a hand on his shoulder. San suddenly turned to face him.

“You were worried about him,” It dawned on Wooyoung. “Captain.”

San tried to laugh. “Wasn’t everyone?” An uncomfortable silence fell before he continued. “He’s taken many beatings before but this... it’s too soon after the illness. It could go very badly very quickly.”

Wooyoung thought for a moment where they would be if Captain hadn’t been revived. He shivered and tried to think on something else. “If he cooperates maybe this ‘Master’ will go easier on him,” Wooyoung tried to help San see the possibilities. “Buying enough time to get us all out of here.”

None of them knew a thing about this overlord character but if he was as manipulative as he seemed, it was in their best interests to tread carefully.

“Do as he says if it keeps anyone from being hurt,” Seonghwa grabbed Hongjoong’s face and turned it to him for his full attention. “And that includes you.”

“Do we have an accord?” The Master had arrived to collect his answer. Hongjoong scanned the faces of his friends and turned to their captor. “We do.”

...

Yeosang squirmed and struggled the entire walk down the hall. At some point he and the guard holding him had separated from the Master and Hongjoong. His guard’s hands were rough and impatient, pushing him along to a large, almost empty, room and locking the door behind them.

A tall glass box stretched from the floor almost to the ceiling, with just enough room for a human to stand inside. Yeosang’s stomach hit the floor as he realised that was where he was going.

The guard locked him in and left without another word. The walls were a perfectly transparent glass, but so close and tight that Yeosang felt as if they were shrinking in on him.

Here he was alone, again. Waiting for someone to come along and get him out.

He studied the lock on the side of the box that functioned as the door before giving up and sliding to the bottom. Yeosang stared at the stone wall across for him for a few moments, not really looking. His thoughts were all muddled together. Things were happening one after the other, each day bringing a more dire problem.

It dawned on him that the wall across from him was not actually a wall but a curtain, massive and as black as the rest of the room he was enclosed in. As he squinted at it a thought emerged from the back of his mind.

That was an unusual place for a curtain. If an audience was sitting on the other side when it was raised, all they would see was a person in a box.

A glass box with a human trapped inside.

Yeosang shot to his feet in realisation.

He was going to be sold.

...

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