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[rina786549]

★ ATEEZ REACTION: They find out you faked an orgasm

★ PAIRINGS: Ateez x fem!reader | ★ GENRE: Suggestive,Comfort,Angst,Sad Romance,Slice of Life | ★ WORDS COUNT: 2,110 words

★ NOTE: This is a fan-made, non-profit work created out of appreciation for the original content. All rights remain with the rightful owners. I'm just sharing my version for fun—hope you enjoy!

★ SEONGHWA / 성화

His breath is still warm on your neck when he slowly pulls back, brushing hair from your damp forehead. His eyes search your face — soft, adoring, but troubled.

“Y/N… you were quiet tonight. Even when you came… it didn’t feel right.”

You stiffen in his arms. Your back still slightly arched, fingers curled into his sheets.

“I… did,” you murmur weakly.

He doesn’t accuse you. He doesn’t raise his voice. But you feel the pain in his silence.

“You didn’t, did you?” His voice cracks slightly.

You shake your head, eyes welling up.

“I’m sorry, Hwa… I didn’t mean to. I just— I’m so tired. There’s this deadline at work and it’s been consuming my head all day. I wanted to make you happy. I didn’t want to ruin the mood.”

He exhales shakily and pulls you into him, your head to his chest. “Baby… you never have to pretend with me. Never.”

You choke back a sob. “I feel broken. Like I can’t even enjoy being with you right now because I’m thinking about charts and presentations and— I feel guilty.”

“No. No guilt,” he says, kissing your hair. “You’re not broken, Y/N. You’re overwhelmed. And I’m supposed to be your comfort, not another pressure point.”

You cling to him as he gently rocks you, whispering sweet nothings, letting your shame melt into his arms.

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★ HONGJOONG / 홍중

He’s pulling the sheets over both of you, sweat still clinging to his temple, when he notices your distant stare.

“Did I… do something wrong?” he asks, voice tentative.

You blink, then shake your head. “No. You were amazing. I just…”

He pauses. His leader instinct kicks in — he can read people too well.

“You didn’t finish, did you?” he says softly.

You avert your eyes. “I didn’t want you to feel bad. I’m sorry.”

“Y/N…” he sits up, looking truly heartbroken. “It’s not about my ego. I want to know how you feel. That’s what matters.”

You sit up too, pulling the sheet around you. “It’s not you. It’s work. There’s this presentation coming up and it’s so big and I can’t stop thinking about it even when I’m with you. And I hate it.”

He cups your face gently. “You’re human. Not a machine. And sex isn’t a performance.”

You nod slowly, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “I just… miss being in the moment.”

He kisses your forehead. “Then let me help bring you back. No pressure. Just love. Just us. Always.”

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★ SAN / 산

San is all warmth and passion, but tonight, after you both fall back on the mattress, breathless but quiet, something feels off. He notices.

“Was that okay?” he asks, turning to face you.

You smile faintly. “Yeah. Totally.”

He blinks. “You sure?”

You hesitate too long. That’s enough for him.

“Y/N… don’t lie to me. Please. Did you fake it?”

Your lips tremble. You nod once, ashamed.

“I didn’t want to disappoint you. I wanted to feel it, but I couldn’t stop thinking about work. This stupid project is haunting me.”

His expression melts. “Disappoint me? Baby, no. I don’t want a fake ‘yes’ more than I want the truth. Ever.”

“I thought I could just push through it and pretend—”

He wraps his arms around you tightly, his voice raw. “You don’t have to pretend to be okay. Not with me. Especially not in that moment.”

You bury your face in his chest, finally letting yourself cry. He kisses your shoulder and holds you like a lifeline.

“Next time, we go slow. Or not at all. Only when your heart’s in it. Okay?”

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★ YEOSANG / 여상

After, when he notices your distant look, he frowns.

“You’re quiet.”

“I’m fine,” you lie.

“Don’t. I know you,” he says, sitting up. “You’re thinking about work again, aren’t you?”

You nod, defeated.

He’s silent for a long time. Then he whispers, “Did you… really finish?”

Your silence is louder than a confession.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

He exhales. “Why didn’t you just stop me?”

“I didn’t want to seem cold or ungrateful. You were being so sweet.”

He looks at you like he’s trying to solve a puzzle. “Y/N… sex is not something you owe me. It’s something we share. And if you’re not in it, I don’t want it.”

You reach for his hand. “I miss how we used to laugh and fall asleep without this stress clouding everything.”

“We’ll get that back,” he says, gently kissing your knuckles. “Let’s start by talking more. About everything.”

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★ WOOYOUNG / 우영

Wooyoung is passionate, playful… but he’s also deeply emotional when it comes to you.

When you moan his name and arch your back, he grins — but when he watches your face after, the joy fades.

“You okay?”

“Mhm,” you say quickly. Too quickly.

He tilts his head. “Did you fake it?”

You freeze. “W-Wooyoung—”

“Y/N. It’s okay. I just want to know the truth.”

You finally nod. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lie. I just… I’m drowning at work. I’m anxious and overwhelmed and I wanted to be present but I couldn’t. So I faked it.”

His smile is gone. Replaced by something quieter. Sadder.

“You know I’d rather hold you through a breakdown than be lied to in bed, right?”

Your eyes fill. “I didn’t want to be broken tonight.”

“You’re not broken,” he whispers. “You’re exhausted. And I’m here. Not for the performance. For you.”

He wraps you in the blanket and in his arms, letting the world disappear.

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★ JONGHO / 종호

He’s always gentle — considerate. But when he feels your body tense and your breathing uneven afterward, he knows.

“Did I… did you come?”

You hesitate. “…No.”

“Why didn’t you tell me to stop?”

“I didn’t want you to feel bad. It’s not you. It’s me. I have a huge deadline coming up and I thought sex would help me escape but… I was just disconnected.”

He sits there for a long time, taking your hand.

“I don’t want you to ever feel like you owe me anything. Especially not something as intimate as this.”

Tears sting your eyes. “I feel like I’m failing. At work. At us. Everything.”

He gently strokes your cheek. “You’re not failing. You’re just tired. And you have me. We’ll figure it out together.”

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★ YUNHO / 윤호

Yunho lies on his side, fingers trailing gently over your back, tracing invisible shapes. It should be a peaceful moment. But his brows knit slightly as he watches you stare blankly at the ceiling.

He shifts closer. “Was it… not good?”

You blink, startled. “It was good. You were… good.”

He pauses. “But you weren’t really there, were you?”

Your breath catches. He’s not accusing you — he’s concerned. Soft-spoken. But still, you feel like a glass that’s been tapped too hard, a crack slowly forming.

“No,” you whisper. “I’m sorry. I faked it.”

He leans in, his hand resting on your cheek. “Don’t apologize. But… why?”

Tears pool in your eyes. “Because I didn’t want to talk about it again. About how stressed I am. About how this project is all I can think about. Even now, lying here, it’s still in my head.”

His heart twists. “You were thinking about work while I was… with you?”

You nod silently. The shame is unbearable.

“I feel like I’m letting you down. You’re so patient, and I just— I can’t get my brain to shut up. I miss being fully present with you.”

He wraps his arms around you tightly, his voice low and warm in your ear.

“You’re not letting me down, Y/N. You’re just going through something. And I hate that your brain made you fake something to protect me. I don’t want protection — I want honesty. Even if it hurts.”

You bury your face in his chest.

He rubs slow circles into your back. “We don’t need sex to feel close. If your mind’s heavy, then let me carry it for a while. I love all of you. Even the messy parts.”

You nod against him, letting the tears fall, finally breathing for the first time that night.

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★ MINGI / 민기

Mingi always glows afterward — that flushed, hazy smile still lingering as he turns to kiss your shoulder. But when you don’t kiss him back — when you pull the sheet tighter and curl away — he immediately knows something’s off.

He props himself up on his elbow. “Did I go too rough? Was it too fast?”

You sigh. “No, Mingi. You were sweet. You always are.”

“But you didn’t finish.”

You wince. “I’m sorry.”

His voice softens. “Don’t say sorry. Just… talk to me.”

You grip the edge of the blanket tighter, your voice cracking. “It’s stupid.”

He leans in, brushing your hair out of your face. “If it’s making you cry, it’s not stupid.”

You inhale sharply. “This project I’ve been working on… I can’t stop thinking about it. Even tonight, I thought I could distract myself, feel something real, but my mind was somewhere else.”

Mingi’s smile fades entirely. “You were with me, but you weren’t really with me…”

“I didn’t want to disappoint you,” you murmur. “So I pretended. I hate that I did.”

He lies down next to you, pulling you into his chest. “You didn’t disappoint me, baby. You scared me. Because I want to feel you. I want to know that you're okay, not just see it in your eyes and pretend like it’s enough.”

“I feel like I’m failing at everything,” you whisper. “Like I’m just… existing through it all.”

Mingi closes his eyes, holding you tighter. “You’re not failing. You’re surviving. And you’re not alone in it. Let me be part of this, even the parts you think I can’t handle.”

You nod slowly, feeling his heartbeat sync with yours.

“We can take a break from everything,” he murmurs. “Even from sex. Just be close. Breathe together. That’s enough for me.”

[byuneuijoo]

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

[jongsan]

SAN GOLDEN HOUR #3 (MAKING FILM)

[jeongyunho99]

Yunho ✧logbook#185

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[not-idk-ml]

Damnnnn

SAN for Arena Korea

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SEONGHWA — 'In Your Fantasy' Making Film

[yungistiny]

I’ve had seven different people message me if I’ve seen this logbook yet…… yes….. yes I have

[themidwestfag]

“i asked chatgpt”

“i asked grok”

yeah well i asked san and he said:

[kisssan]

you barely make it halfway onto the bed before SAN collapses on top of you like a wwe wrestler. “san—” you gasp, trying to fight for air as his weight sinks into you, arms already wrapping snugly around your waist.

“i missed you.” his voice is muffled against your chest, his broad shoulders nearly swallowing your frame whole as he burrows deeper like a sleepy little kitten. “couldn’t sleep right last night, because my shoulders hurt again.”

you sigh upon hearing this, threading your fingers through his dark hair, it’s not the first time he is telling you this, but you are the only person that makes it comfortable enough to endure the pain. “i told you to try sleeping on your back, or stomach.”

“i can’t,” he groans, nuzzling against your collarbone. “my shoulders are too wide, and i just keep rolling over… i almost fell from the bed.”

he’s ridiculous, like literally utterly ridiculous, but at the same you can’t really blame him for not getting a decent sleep. “so what, i’m your pillow now?”

“the best pillow,” he murmurs, pulling you closer somehow. “so soft and warm, smells like strawberry chocolate cake, and you scratch my scalp just right—ah, there, like that…” he practically purrs under your touch, muscles relaxing beneath your fingertips as you gently massage his head. his biceps flex slightly as he shifts, dragging your leg over his hip like a possessive little monster. clingy, much?

you raise a brow, not because you are not used to this, simply because it comes out of nowhere, and very abruptly. “sannie, you’re being needy today.”

“i’m always needy,” he says without shame, cuddling into your warmth, smiling against your exposed skin. “especially with you.”

rolling your eyes, pretending to be annoyed, however, your hand doesn’t stop moving through his hair, and your fingers trail down his bare arm, tracing the lines of his muscle with just enough pressure to make him twitch.

“also, i’d like to file a complaint.”

“hmm?”

“you’re making it really hard to focus on your face when your arms are out here lookin’ illegal.”

he lifts his head, a grin that reaches his eyes, even making his dimples come out of hiding. “oh? baby, do you mean these?” he flexes, just slightly, watching your eyes follow the movement.

you swat him, not hard enough, but just enough to make him stop teasing you. “san, stop that! you’re too pretty and you know it.” he laughs, before ducking back down to kiss the side of your neck: gentle, lingering, stupidly in love. “i love you, you know?”

you pause, fingers threading through his hair again. “yeah, i know, and i love you too.”

but it still hits you like it’s the first time every time. when san says those three words, you forget about everything, when you look at him, he is the only one you think about. he may be a lovesick idiot, but you are crazy in love. “and i love your stupidly wide shoulders,” you murmur into his hair. “even if they’re the reason i wake up squished half the time.”

at that moment, you felt him relax, and yes, he was asleep. san always falls asleep quickly when you are here next to him, can’t blame him, you do smell like strawberry chocolate fresh cream cake, oddly specific but that’s just san for you.

© KISSSAN do not copy, repost or modify my work.

[taetaevantecutie]

Sanity thrown out of the window after this 😍��

★ ATEEZ REACTION: When you hugging them while they prepare breakfast

★ PAIRINGS: Ateez x fem!reader | ★ GENRE: Romance, Domestic, Suggestive, Smutty Tension, Fluff, Slight Humor | ★ WORDS COUNT: 1,850 words

★ NOTE: This is a fan-made, non-profit work created out of appreciation for the original content. All rights remain with the rightful owners. I'm just sharing my version for fun—hope you enjoy!

★ HONGJOONG / 홍중

You wrap your arms around his waist from behind, cheek resting against his bare back — still warm from bed, muscles shifting under your skin.

“Morning,” you whisper.

He chuckles under his breath, still stirring something in the pan.

“Thought you were sleeping.”

“Was,” you murmur, nuzzling lower. “Then I smelled you.”

He smirks. “The food or me?”

You don’t answer. Instead, you press a kiss to his spine.

He stops stirring. Just for a second. You feel the tension shift, slow and deliberate.

“If you keep kissing me like that,” he says, voice dipping, “we’re gonna be eating cold eggs.”

You slide your hand down his abs, let your fingers rest just at the waistband of his joggers.

“So let them go cold.”

He turns slowly, grabs your waist with one hand, the spatula discarded.

“Breakfast can wait,” he says, eyes dark. “But I won’t.”

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★ SEONGHWA / 성화

He’s cutting strawberries in a perfect line, shirt tucked up on one side, the morning light turning him golden. You slide your arms around him and sigh.

“You’re too pretty to be up this early.”

He gives a quiet laugh and sets the knife down carefully.

“You always say that when you’re trying to start something.”

You kiss between his shoulder blades. Once. Then again.

“You’re warm,” you whisper.

He leans back into you, hand trailing over yours. Then he turns, pulling you by the hips into him.

“You really want me to forget breakfast?” he murmurs, nose brushing yours. “Because if I kiss you now, I won’t stop.”

You don’t reply — just tilt your chin up.

His lips find yours, slow and deliberate. His hands are firm on your waist. One slides lower, under the hem of your shirt.

“Bedroom. Now. Or the counter,” he mutters against your mouth. “Pick fast.”

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★ YUNHO / 윤호

You sneak up behind him while he flips pancakes, arms slipping around his waist as you hug him tight.

“Hey,” he says softly. “You okay?”

You nod against his back. “You smell good. And I’m cold.”

He grins, flipping one more pancake and turning off the stove without a word. Then, he turns in your arms and lifts you onto the counter like it’s nothing.

“Let me warm you up.”

You giggle, but he leans in, kissing you slow — hands braced on either side of your thighs.

The kiss deepens. His thumb brushes under your shirt. His hips press between your knees.

“You hungry?” he asks, voice rough.

“Not for pancakes.”

He groans softly and drops his head to your neck.

“You can’t say things like that unless you mean them.”

“Oh, I do.”

And you both forget the breakfast part entirely.

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★ YEOSANG / 여상

He’s quiet in the kitchen, focused on chopping, sleeves rolled, hair still damp. You wrap your arms around his middle and he flinches slightly.

“Sorry,” you whisper. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”

He exhales through his nose, places the knife down gently, then rests his hand over yours.

“You know how dangerous that is?”

“You?” you tease. “Terrifying.”

He turns slightly in your hold, your lips brushing his shoulder. You’re still in his t-shirt — and nothing else.

“You’re not wearing anything under that, are you.”

It’s not a question.

“What if I’m not?”

He looks over his shoulder, mouth twitching. Then slowly turns, presses you into the fridge behind you, both hands braced on either side of your head.

“Say it again,” he whispers.

“I’m not wearing anything under—”

He kisses you hard, hips flush against yours, voice low and dangerous.

“Breakfast can wait.”

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★ SAN / 산

He’s dancing a little in front of the stove, loose sweats hanging low, arms flexing as he stirs something in a pan. You walk up and hug him from behind, chest against his back.

“Whoa—good morning to you too,” he says, laughing.

Your fingers slide under his hoodie, brushing against his stomach. He stills immediately.

“Baby…” he warns, voice suddenly lower. “That’s not fair.”

You kiss the back of his neck. “You smell like cinnamon.”

“That’s the oatmeal. Or maybe it’s just me.”

He turns around, slow, like he’s trying to keep control. When he sees you in nothing but his t-shirt, his gaze darkens instantly.

“You doing this on purpose?”

You just look up at him, innocent. He bites his bottom lip, hands finding your hips.

“God, you’re dangerous.”

He presses his forehead to yours.

“Let me turn the stove off.”

“Why?”

“So I can focus on you.”

And he does — clicks it off, then walks you backward until you’re against the counter, kissing you like you’re breakfast.

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★ MINGI / 민기

You sneak up behind him mid-beatbox, his hips swaying in front of the stove as he flips bacon. He jumps slightly when your arms wrap around him.

“Jesus—baby,” he says, startled, then laughs. “You tryna kill me?”

You press against his back, swaying with him. “You’re cute when you cook.”

“I’m cute always.”

“You’re cocky always.”

He grins, flipping the bacon, then pulls your hands tighter around his waist.

“Is this your way of saying you want something else for breakfast?”

You kiss between his shoulder blades. His breath hitches.

“You better stop,” he mutters. “Because if you keep touching me like that, I’m gonna burn this entire pan.”

You run a hand down his chest and under his shirt. He groans, low and thick.

“Okay. Stove off. Hands on me.”

He turns, lifts you onto the counter like nothing, and stands between your legs, lips brushing your neck.

“You knew exactly what you were doing when you hugged me like that.”

And you do.

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★ WOOYOUNG / 우영

He’s humming to himself, boxers low on his hips, coffee brewing. You wrap your arms around him from behind and press a kiss to the curve of his spine.

“Damn,” he murmurs. “That’s how you wanna start the day?”

You nod, wordless, just breathing him in. He sets his mug down and smirks.

“Didn’t even give me a chance to drink my coffee first.”

Your hands slide under his shirt. He groans softly, then spins around, pinning you between his body and the counter.

“You think I’m letting you go after that?” he whispers.

His hand cups your jaw, mouth brushing yours but not kissing. Yet.

“Say please.”

You meet his eyes, pulse jumping.

“Please.”

That’s all he needs. He kisses you deep, with tongue and teeth and no space left between you. The coffee machine beeps, but neither of you notice.

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★ JONGHO / 종호

He’s shirtless, muscles working as he cracks eggs into a bowl. You hug him from behind, cheek resting against his shoulder blade.

“Smells good,” you whisper.

“The eggs?”

“You.”

He flushes a little, but doesn’t stop whisking.

“You’re distracting.”

You press a kiss to his back. “You’re strong. It’s hard not to touch you.”

He exhales, sets the bowl down, and turns slowly. His eyes are dark now — heavy, focused.

“If I kiss you right now, it’s not stopping there.”

You nod.

He steps into you, hands cupping your face like you’re fragile, but his kiss is anything but gentle. His hips press against yours, voice low in your ear.

“Back to bed. Now. Before I lose all patience.”

And you both forget the kitchen ever existed.

[taeraenini]

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kang yeosang's #1 fan

[softerrors]

Wooyoung for Arena Homme+ Korea

[heyitsmetonid]

Is this guy my spirit animal?

[Angry JJOONGrami]