#exhibitonism

hypnotised

wooyoung x reader (magician au)

cw; MDNI, teasing, strangers to fucking, dom!wooyoung, hair pulling, exhibtionism, oral, biting.

word count; 1.8k

AN; some drabble of a magician wooyoung that had been stuck in my mind for sooo long. all fiction, not affiliated with ateez irl.

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"I'm accustomed to capturing the attention of the masses, it's what I thrive off. I'm never the one being distracted... and yet here we are."

Silence roared between you both, air charged with an unfamiliar feeling. Something prickled in the back of your mind, sharp and urgent. A warning.

Air thick with the words that had been whispered to you. Fingers ran along the metal bars of the cage, his gaze pinned to you. Unwavering, not a single sense of hesitation rippled from him as he nudged the door of the cage open and stepped onto the stage.

Moments ago, this whole room had been filled with paying customers. Excited and buzzing with fascination to watch him. To see what all the talk was about.

And now, here you were.

Alone.

Just the two of you.

Jung Wooyoung was the star of the show. Capturing the hearts and minds of the inhabitants of the city. Revelling in their blind admiration for his elusive magic tricks. People always left in a daze, eyes glassy and mumbling among themselves. No-one seemed to question it, not even your co-workers, not your boss.

"Lost in thought?"

Wooyoung's voice carved through the unnatural silence, causing a small jolt of surprise to flicker through you. Hands still grasping the empty drinks tray, giving you something to ground yourself with.

Catching his eye, once again the warning inside your mind becoming louder. Shaking your head lightly, composing yourself and taking a step back, you politely spoke.

"No, sir. Just tired after today's work."

Thankfully your voice didn't betray you, sounding as if you were in control of your own body. Wooyoung was before you, the closest you'd come into proximity of him. Usually you were at a distance, doing your job and providing the patrons with drinks that they desired. Up close and personal, you understood why there were whisperings of his beauty. Strikingly blonde hair, asymmetrical eyes that stripped your soul bare, lips that curved into an all knowing smirk.

Faintest of touch dragged you out of your unintentional staring, the tray leaving your hands and being tossed onto an empty table behind you.

"Day in and day out I've performed here, I've seen all the employee's close enough to know what they are thinking-"

A slight pause, a flicker of amusement passing over his face before he continued.

"You seem to stay away."

Involuntary heat bloomed across your cheeks at his blatant call out. Keeping yourself in the shadows was more of reflex, you preferred not gaining people's attention. Especially from the likes of someone of his... charm. Wooyoung took a step towards you, unphased by your mild embarrassment and inability to answer.

"Do I make you nervous?"

Blinking at him, resembling nothing but a rabbit caught in headlights. That warning in your head was no longer a distant itch, it was a ear splitting scream. Pleading for you to back off, to not answer him anymore and to run. As much as you wanted to follow your instincts, there was some magnetic force pulling you harshly towards him.

"Maybe."

Was the only word that slipped past your dry lips. Wooyoung's head tilted ever so slightly, lips pursing at the answer you had given him. Blonde strands falling across his eyes as he studied you.

"In that case, I'll accept the challenge and ensure I have you quivering from something other than nerves."

Registering his statement, you immediately shook your head, hands out in front of you.

"That's not what I meant-"

Protesting was useless. Wooyoung's slender and icy fingers encircled both your wrists, tugging you effortlessly to him. Releasing one wrist, fingertips under your chin as he guided you to look at him. Not a word was spoken as he brushed the hair from your face, feeling the warmth of your blazing cheeks under his touch.

"You're quite the mystery. Every human I can read, no issues. You? Not even within my reach. Physically or mentally."

Wooyoung hummed as he let his fingers wander from your cheek, down to the base of your throat, gliding over your pulse point. Frozen from the words he had spoken, you could do nothing but stare at him with confusion and panic cementing themselves in you.

"Don't look at me like that. I may not be able to read your mind, but I know you figured out there's nothing normal about me. You're a clever girl, aren't you, jagiya?"

Other hand now releasing your wrist, hand running through his hair as he let out a soft breath.

"Centuries I've been weaving my magic through this city. Toying with the fragile and weak minds of humans. Performing in front of them and watching them be enamoured with my talents, all the while I'm feeding off their souls."

It was as if all the breath in your body had been sucked out, that your lungs were collapsing and you were struggling for air. Ice splintered through your veins, instincts searing with fire as you stared at the demon before you.

"You feed off people's souls?"

Fear saturating your voice, an unmissable crack as you whispered out the question. Wooyoung's expression didn't change, amusement still etched into his breathtaking features.

"Don't worry. I have no intention of feeding off you. I do, on the other hand, aim to at least get a taste of you."

Without hesitation, Wooyoung swiftly pressed you against the edge of the stage, trapping you against his body, firmly. A gasp fell from your lips, a sound he immediately savoured.

"If you make those noises from a mere touch, I can't wait to hear what sounds you make when I'm fucking you."

Losing grip of your rational thinking, his words hitting a nerve of twisted desperation. It had been months since you had any kind of intimacy from anyone. Wooyoung latched onto the slip of vulnerability you had give him, clasping his hand around the base of your throat. Grazing your skin momentarily, his ring left a small mark as he applied a tiny amount of pressure.

"I don't even have to read your mind to know that you're enjoying this. Do you think I can get you wet with just my voice?"

Wooyoung purred, threading his free hand through your hair and wrapping it around his palm. Pulling with a force that sent tingles through your being, your eyes connected with his burning gaze.

"No-one has ever looked as pretty as you do when at my mercy."

Tugging your hair again, letting his hand trail from your neck and down your chest. Warmth spread under his fingers, leading all the way down to the waistband of your jeans. Hovering there, not going any further as he licked his bottom lip.

"Are you dripping for me, jagiya?"

Eyes closing at the question because you knew if you looked into those eyes, you'd lose any self respect you had. And right now, that was extremely limited.

"Eyes on me. I want you to see the mess you've made from just my voice."

Triumph was bound into his voice, a smirk so clearly evident. Molten heat radiated through every fibre, bone and muscle of your body, an alarming sensation of pleasure ricocheting inside of you as his fingers tentatively skimmed the outline of your soaked underwear. Retracting his fingers, any hold he had on you, physically; he relinquished.

Flick of his wrist and behind you, front and centre on the stage was a bed. Eyes widened at the scene he was setting for you, the realisation of how you'd slipped with letting your walls crumble.

"Tsk, don't get shy now, baby. I've seen and felt how I make you feel."

Wooyoung nudged you up the stage, walking you backwards to the bed. Catching one of your hands, he directs it to his belt, silent instruction to free him. Trembling fingers obeyed, unhooking his belt and letting it fall onto the stage floor. Thumb traced over your lips, parting them as he pressed down on your tongue. Lust darkened his expression, withdrawing and gently pushing you down to yours knees.

Click of his fingers and suddenly the room was filled with the buzz of... other people. Hoads of people taking their seats, eyes on the stage as if they were waiting for something to happen. Wooyoung seized your chin, wanting you to look up at him.

"You're the star of my show."

Freeing himself out of the confines of his pants, he steered his cock towards your mouth, hunger evident in the way he towered over you. Opening your mouth, letting him slide himself inside, eyes closing as the need inside of you increased.

Clinging to his thighs, you worked your mouth against him, tongue running up and down his entire length. Wooyoung twitched underneath your teasing, hands fisting your hair with eagerness. Using your mouth how he wanted, fucking it with controlled desire. Making brief eye contact with him, he looked on the brink of madness.

Groans emanated from him, thrusts no longer apart of a rhythm. With reluctance, he let go of you, withdrawing himself from your mouth with a hiss.

"As much as I want to fill that pretty mouth of yours, I'd much rather fuck you senseless."

Such filth that oozed from his wicked lips. Wooyoung tugged you up, discarding of your clothes in a blink of eyes, laying you down among the satin sheets. Not even seconds had passed before you were both naked, bare skin pressed against bare skin.

Still in the forefront of your mind was the audience that Wooyoung had conjured up, a reminder of the power he held. Also, a peek into his sexual fantasies.

Lips grazed against your collarbone, teeth nipping at your flesh before biting down and causing a whine to rumble out of you. Wooyoung's hips rocked against yours as he sunk his teeth in a little more, enticing a reaction out of you that did nothing but rouse the insatiable appetite within him. Not wasting anymore time, he pushed himself into you, securing you against his body as he buried himself.

"It's like every single part of you was made for me."

Hushed lust whispered against your lips as he drove himself into you, hands pawing at your body with nothing but rabid hunger. Wooyoung had invaded every sense of you, every sensible thought and every emotion you harboured. He was unable to read your mind and yet he'd hypnotised you without realising.

Tangled with him, lips crashing against each others, whimpers and moans filling the space around you. Wooyoung ensuring that his facade of an audience was watching how well you took him. How he fucked you like he owned you.

Aching and spent, chasing your climax as Wooyoung rest his forehead against yours. Sex drunk eyes boring into your soul as he fucked you into your orgasam, him following behind.