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Gonna Make You Rock Hard | Jeong Yunho ☆

~ ~ call me chérie ☆

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☆ Day 30: Mask Kink (Connected with Rum To My Whiskey (iykyk!😉))

↬ [ Synopsis ] : Under dim lights and the cover of a masquerade party, you’re alone with Yunho, the man you’ve been craving all night, with only one rule: the mask stays on. What starts as a playful bet with Wooyoung soon turns into a sultry, forbidden encounter behind closed doors, where every whispered word and heated touch makes the stakes feel deliciously higher.

☆Word count : 1.8k ☆Genre : Smut, no plot just drunk and fun vibes, Non-idol Au. ☆Pairing : Stranger in the party! Yunho x F.Reader

☆ ☆ ☆WARNINGS : mdni!, reader’s craving for Yunho builds all evening, playful eye flirting, alcohol-fueled tension, mask kink, mild voyeurism, size kink (it’s Yunho, after all), dom/sub undertones, messy and intense makeout sess, fingering (fem receiving), biting kink, praise (pet names like babygirl, baby, cutie), unprotected sex (remember to wrap it, buddies), overstimulation, and filthy talk.

A/N NOTE : With this fic ma chéries, we conclude Kinktober 2024🏆. Thank you for sticking with me till the end. I appreciate and love each and every one of you, and in whichever way you supported this rookie writer, THANK YOU SOO FUCKING MUCH! 💖😘🤗

I love ATEEZ (Atiny for life 💖🏴‍☠️), and writing these fics about them made me appreciate the art they create even more🤩. I also explored new genres and learned that I can write various genres and scenarios (they all did not turn out perfect, but some did and to me what really matters is that I actually gave it a try).

I will be on a short break and then will come back with more awesome stuff for y’all. Till then, enjoy these 30 fics (my first writing work…ahhhhh…this feels surreal). Hope u miss me🥺...cuz I sure as hell will😤. Thank u again for giving my work a chance! Adios! 👋👋

P.S.: My DMs and requests are open now..so feel free to send me any particular requests you guys have or any msgs you wanna send me. I will be gone for now but will be responding to comments & dms. Adios mah loves...Byeeeee.

Before stepping into that dimly lit room with Yunho, you remembered exactly how you had ended up there.

It had started with Wooyoung and his unpredictable games, pushing you to see just how far you would go to prove a point.

“If you’re as bold as you say, then show it,” he had dared, a smirk dancing on his lips as he nudged his chin toward Yunho, the man you had been eyeing all night at the masquerade-themed party at Club Havana. “Hook up with him and prove me right. But here’s the catch,” he added, his grin widened mischievously. “The mask stays on the entire time.”

The cocktails had been flowing freely, and Yunho had looked like an absolute snack, leaving you more than a little tipsy and far too eager to rise to the challenge. The thrill of proving Wooyoung wrong and maybe even showing him just how unpredictable you could be had landed you here, flirting with Yunho before you could even give it a second thought.

The attraction had been instant, his charming smile and intense gaze igniting a spark in you that only grew stronger with each passing moment.

So here you were, leading Yunho through the crowd and away from the party's noise. A mix of drunk excitement from Havana’s finest shots and the thrill of winning the bet coursed through your veins.

The mask you had worn only added to the excitement as you both made your way into the room.

The deep red walls of the room had welcomed you under the dim lights, shadows casting an intimate glow that served as an invitation for the moments about to unfold. As you closed the door, the sounds from the club outside became muffled, leaving you and Yunho in silence. The scent of leather and faint traces of cologne filled your senses, the air in the room growing thicker with every passing second.

You faced him, your masked gaze teasing. His eyes searched yours, curiosity slowly turning into hunger. As you took a step closer, your fingers slid up his chest, moving slowly as you felt the warmth of his skin through his shirt. You could tell it was driving him crazy, not seeing all of you, your eyes just peeking through the mask. He caught your hand, his grip warm and firm, his fingers tracing slow circles against your wrist.

“Are you always this mysterious ?” he murmured, his voice low and smooth, his eyes locked on yours with a delicious mixture of intrigue and excitement.

You gave a sly smile, tilting your head just enough for the light to catch your lips. “Only for the right kind of company,” you replied, your voice filled with playful flirtation.

A slow grin spread across his face as he stepped closer, closing the distance between you. His hand found your waist, his fingers firm as he pulled you against him. His gaze flickered to your lips, torn between playing the game or surrendering to it. His chest rose and fell, his breath quickening as his eyes tried to memorize every inch of what the mask hid.

You reached up, your fingertips brushing his jaw, soft and deliberate. Leaning in, your lips hovered near his ear. “Want to see what’s behind the mask?” you murmured, your breath warm against his skin.

His chuckle was low and rich, his other hand sliding to the back of your neck, his thumb grazing your collarbone. “Maybe not,” he teased, his lips brushing your cheek. “I think I like the mystery. It keeps things… thrilling.”

You smirked, leaning into his touch, your hands gliding to his shoulders. The mask and the tequila shots you had taken fueled your boldness as you pressed closer, your lips brushing his in a kiss that sparked between tender and electric. He deepened it, his hand trailing to the small of your back, pulling you tighter as if he was as captivated by the game as you were.

As seconds passed, his kisses grew hungrier, his hands exploring your curves with desperate passion. When his fingers grazed the edge of your mask, you caught his wrist, stopping him with a playful, breathless smile.

“Not yet,” you whispered, your voice soft but commanding.

His laugh was low and rough, filled with something darker. “Alright,” he murmured, pulling you closer, his hands refusing to leave your body. His fingers pressed into your hips, giving a little squeeze on your ass, which excited you even more. He had surrendered to the mystery, letting the unknown drive him wild as he lost himself in every inch of you he could reach. Everything but what was hidden behind the mask.

The mask had become part of the game, a sensual mystery like a barrier between you that fed his desire and made each touch more desperate.

His hands, once hesitant, now roamed with bold intent, tracing your curves with a hunger that matched the fire in his kiss. His lips crashed into yours, deep and demanding, pushing you back until the cool surface of the wall pressed against you, a faint contrast to the heat building between your bodies. As he surrendered to the game, his restraint slowly slipped away, leaving only the raw, electric energy that burned hotter with every touch, every breath.

His fingers slipped beneath the fabric, brushing lightly before pressing firmly, the sensation making your breath hitch. His touch grew bolder as his fingers found your core, your arousal evident.

Slowly, he slid one thick finger into you, his pace teasing at first, each movement deliberate, as if testing how far he could push you. But as your breaths quickened, he picked up speed, his fingers curling and thrusting in a rhythm that had you gripping his shoulders for support.

The pleasure built quickly, the pressure overwhelming, and when you came undone around him, your moans muffled against his neck, he didn’t stop. Instead, he added another finger, the stretch making your body arch into him. His lips grazed your neck, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin as he drove you toward another release.

Your legs trembled, your forehead resting against his shoulder as you gasped for air, the intensity leaving you weak and breathless. But Yunho wasn’t done. His hands and lips kept you tethered to him, his movements relentless as he worked to break down every barrier between you.

The mask remained, teasing him with what he couldn’t see, but he didn’t care, if he couldn’t uncover your secret, he would take everything else, leaving you trembling and completely at his mercy.

Pressed against the cold wall, the chill against your skin only made the heat between you burn hotter. You felt him move closer, his body pressing into yours. His hips ground against you with deliberate intent, letting you feel every bit of his desire. The friction sent sparks through you, each movement making your breath hitch and your body ache for more.

His hands slid down your thighs, lifting one leg effortlessly, holding you as if he had done this a hundred times. His touch was steady was strong but careful as he tugged your panties away with practiced ease, his focus completely on you.

Your breath caught when he revealed himself, and for a moment, all you could do was stare. A mix of awe and arousal overwhelmed you, your thoughts spinning with the idea of him inside you. His hand moved back to your leg, grounding you, while his hips pressed forward, his hard length teasing against your skin.

The way he moved, slow and purposeful, stoked a fire deep inside, and soft moans escaped your lips, filling the room. Your knees trembled, barely able to hold you, but his strong hands kept you steady as he lifted you into his arms.

You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, your body instinctively clinging to his strength. His eyes met yours, dark and full of restrained hunger, his expression both commanding and tender. The mask on your face gave you a boldness you had never felt, adding a thrill to every moment. As he positioned himself, his length pressed teasingly against you, and your body arched toward him, desperate to close the unbearable gap.

When he finally pushed inside, the feeling was overwhelming, a perfect mix of fullness and heat that left you gasping. He paused just long enough for you to adjust before he started moving, slow and steady at first, every thrust sending shivers through you. His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as the rhythm built, each movement deeper, faster, more urgent. The intensity grew with every second, his pace losing control, his need for you taking over.

The mask stayed on, a reminder of the thrill of the moment, giving you the confidence to completely let go. Your moans grew louder, your body trembling under the pressure of his relentless pace. Stars danced before your eyes as your vision clouded, the intensity of it all consuming you. His lips brushed against your neck, his breath hot and heavy as he muttered low, broken words that sent you even closer to the edge. Every thrust felt like a claim, every move a promise, as if he knew exactly what you needed and gave it without hesitation.

It felt like you had known each other forever, your bodies fitting together perfectly, moving as one. The tension built higher and higher until finally, with one last thrust, you broke apart, the release crashing over you in waves. Your body trembled in his arms as the pleasure overwhelmed you, every nerve alive and buzzing.

Moments later, his movements grew erratic, his breathing ragged as he buried himself deeper into you, chasing his own release. With a low groan, he came undone, his grip tightening on your waist as he spilled into you, his body shuddering against yours. You held him close, your lips brushing his ear as you whispered, “It’s okay. I’m on the pill.” Your words seemed to pull him further into the moment, his tension melting into complete surrender.

Even when it was over, he didn’t let go. His hands stayed on you, holding you close as you caught your breath, your body still humming with the aftershocks. His dark eyes lingered on your face, the mask a silent reminder of the game you had played and won. No words were spoken, but the moment hung between you, heavy with the memory of something unforgettable.

As you both recovered, your breaths slowly steadied, though the air around you remained charged. His arms stayed wrapped around you, reluctant to let you go. With a soft smile, you gently slipped out of his embrace, his hands lingering on your waist as if trying to hold on to the moment.

“Will I see you again ?” he asked, his voice low, almost pleading.

Adjusting your mask, you took a step back, tilting your head playfully. “Maybe… if you’re lucky,” you purred, a teasing lilt in your voice.

Your lips curved into a smirk into a half promise, half challenge as you walked towards the door. Just before disappearing into the crowd, you paused, looking over your shoulder, your eyes locking with his one last time. “Try not to miss me too much,” you added with a wink, your tone equal parts flirtation and mischief.

The club swallowed you, leaving him standing there, still burning from your touch, his eyes fixed on the spot where you had vanished. The mystery of your face still lingered behind that mask.

Even in the shadows, you could feel his gaze following you, and you knew that tonight, you had won the game and you were unforgettable.

~ ~ Chérie ☆ signin’ off

DISCLAIMER: This is totally fictional and not a real depiction of the ATEEZ members. It's all just for fun only so please don’t take anything seriously and keep the mood light around here.

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cheriewoo · 6 months ago

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I am such a simp wooyoung girlie!🥵😭 He can tease me however much he wants as long as he be doin' all the simp boyfie stuff🎀..that will just make my heart explode with all the butterflies...gaaahh!😫

wooyoung the type to sit behind you in lectures and tug on your ponytail. when you call him out "cut it out, dumbass!" he'll just stick his tongue out and smirk "what about it?" and then there are other times when you'll catch him staring at you across the lecture hall with the dreamiest gaze. when you confront him about it, he gets so defensive "tf me staring at you? pffft you wish." wooyoung the type to tease you then secretly email you his final assessment for you to copy because he's just a genius and a gent. "gosh, what would you do without me?" he's the type to call you "smelly rat" then take sneaky whiffs of your hair from behind, giggling quietly to himself like a loser. he thinks it's so fun to tease you. but if you were to ask him what he really thinks of you, wooyoung thinks you're pretty—the prettiest, inside and out. he thinks about you a lot, actually. if you've eaten, what you're doing, what perfume you're gonna wear to class, if you'd like him with long hair, if ... you'll like him back. because as much as wooyoung's the biggest pain in the ass, he's a simp. yikes. i hate to break it to you but he is. all his jabs and jokes? they simply translate to "i like you so much i would jump off a cliff for you but you can't know so i'll steal your metro card so you have no choice but to let me drive you home teehee" he's so tsundere AHHH

#cheriebombs #atz wooyoung #ateez

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cheriewoo · 6 months ago

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Gut Feelings Got Me Here (pt.1) | Song Mingi ☆

◂◂ Part one of Little Miss Strategist series ▸▸

~ ~ call me chérie ☆

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☆ Day 28 : Impact Play

↬ [ Synopsis ] : As a princess, you were not accustomed to hearing “NO” from anyone in the kingdom. That changed when you had your first encounter with Mingi, the royal sculptor, whose silent, mysterious, and dark personality drew you in like a curious kitten. Will curiosity kill this kitten, or will a love so powerful emerge from all the painfully pleasurable and torturous intimacy that even death itself would step aside?

☆Word Count : 11.6k (yup, i went fucking overboard..sry ;P) ☆Genre : Smut with alot of plot, Angst, Royal Au, Historical Au. ☆Pairing : Royal Sculptor! Mingi x Youngest Princess! F.Reader

☆☆☆ WARNINGS : mdni!, Historical setting, Pure Smut(18+), some royal-ish plot, impact play, Reader is masochist while Mingi is sadistic, pain play, angsty atmosphere, knife usage (mild), mentions of blood, Mingi is holding a secret , bondage, use of bondage gear, oral (ffem recieving), Mingi is tough nut to crack, reader is a menace but quite intelligent (when the situation demands), praise, pet names ( darling, little princess, honey) mentions of traumatic past, deadly royal punishments, self submission, pain play, nipple play, something secret plans are being carried out against the royal family.

NOTE : Yes… I’m going to continue and complete Kinktober, even though we’re way past the 31st. I really want to finish this challenge and not leave it incomplete, so I hope ma chéries will enjoy this royal love between a princess and the royal sculptor.

p.s: I was gonna post this on 15th nov but then my brain went "no no no...add more stuff!" so i-uhh well..fucking did that and now its kinda super duper long.

↬ Also, turning this into a mini series cuz I cannot for the sake of my freaking life write a plot heavy one shot..so hope you will become a part of this mini series. Enjoy ma chéries.

The grand hall glowed under the soft light of lanterns wrapped in red and gold silk, casting a warm, golden hue across the room. Ornate wooden screens, carved with intricate dragons and phoenixes lined the walls, while tall pillars adorned with lotus flowers and mythical creatures stretched up toward the ceiling. The faint scent of sandalwood and jasmine lingered in the air, carried by the smoke of incense burning in bronze holders.

Members of the court gathered quietly, their rich robes were a sea of deep greens, dark blues, and royal reds, each shimmering with golden and silver embroidery.

All eyes were fixed on the man in the center of the room, the royal sculptor, Song Mingi. The fifth-generation sculptor of the Song lineage knelt on a woven mat, working carefully on a block of marble. With each tap of his chisel, he carved a likeness of your mother, the Empress. His movements were slow and deliberate, his focus entirely on the task at hand.

Seated near the front, you tried to maintain a composed expression, though your patience was starting to wear thin. Art could be beautiful, yes, but this endless tapping and chiseling ? It felt tedious, even unnecessary. You had far more interest in the kingdom’s politics and the strategies behind running the empire. The court’s art was all well and good, but it wasn’t what you spent your time studying.

You glanced at your father, the Emperor, dressed in indigo royal robe embroidered with golden dragons. His expression was one of complete absorption, as if he had no other thought in the world.

“What an exquisite talent,” he murmured, his deep voice carrying through the hall.

Beside him, your eldest brother, Chan, nodded thoughtfully, his gaze fixed on Mingi. “Indeed, Father. Each stroke reveals more than just an image. It’s as if he’s capturing mother’s essence.”

Your mother, the Empress, wore a faint smile, her hair pinned with golden lotus-shaped pins that shimmered in the warm light. Her expression softened as she gazed upon the developing sculpture. “To see beyond the stone… It takes more than just talent,” she remarked. “It’s rare to find an artist who can capture not just a face, but the spirit within.”

Another tap of the chisel. You fought the urge to sigh. It’s just a statue, you thought. Why does it need all this reverence or this much silence?

The Emperor leaned forward, his voice both commanding and gentle. “Mingi,” he called, drawing the sculptor’s attention. “You capture the likeness with great skill. But tell me, what is it that inspires you ?”

There was a slight pause before Mingi looked up from his work, meeting the Emperor’s gaze. His expression was unreadable, the lines of his face set in a stoic mask. His deep voice was low, but steady. “Your Majesty,” he replied, “the Empress’s strength and loyalty to the kingdom… these are what guide my hand. Only by capturing the heart behind the face can the sculpture come to life.”

Another long pause, and Mingi returned to his chisel, not showing the slightest sign of being affected by the royal presence. You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. Strength, loyalty, heart… How dramatic, you thought, tapping your fingers restlessly against the chair.

If I had that much time on my hands, I could come up with something more exciting to focus on, like the political affairs in the council.

Your father’s voice cut through the stillness again, his tone suddenly darker, though you paid little attention to the words. “Mingi,” he said, his voice quiet but firm, “you have until the end of the month to finish. I trust you understand the importance of the deadline.”

You didn’t hear the slight tightening of Mingi’s jaw, nor did you notice the brief flicker in his gaze. You were far too absorbed in your own thoughts, eyes glazing over as you glanced around the room, your patience stretching thin.

Another chisel tap. Another pause. You sighed, tapping your fingers lightly against the armrest of your chair.

How much longer could this go on ?

Mingi’s voice, calm and composed, replied in a steady rhythm, “Yes, Your Majesty. I understand.”

The air in the room seemed to grow heavier with the exchange, a subtle shift that you couldn't quite place, but you remained too disinterested to care.

Your gaze wandered over the court members, the lavish tapestries, and the flickering lanterns, anything to distract you from the monotony of this sculpting demonstration. Your mother, beside you, seemed content enough, her gaze soft as she watched the work take shape. Your father, too, was absorbed, his eyes locked on the sculptor.

Why can’t they just see it for what it is ? you thought. A statue. A simple statue. What’s all the fuss about ?

You shifted in your seat, supressing a yawn as you leaned back. The tension in the room was palpable, but it had no effect on you. Whatever hidden meaning there was in your father’s words didn’t matter,not when the only thing you could focus on was the mind-numbing repetition of Mingi’s chisel.

The Emperor’s next words were softer, quieter, and you almost didn’t hear them. “Make sure you do not fail,” he said, his gaze lingering on Mingi, the weight of the statement settling into the silence.

Mingi responded with another brief, “I will not fail.”

The room returned to its tense stillness, but you were still lost in your own boredom, oblivious to the gravity of the exchange. It was a moment that would have been heavy with meaning for anyone paying attention, but to you, it was just another moment in an endless sea of dull ones.

Chan noticed, a quiet chuckle slipping from him. Leaning toward you, he whispered, “Finding this all a bit dull, little sister?”

You shot him a wry smile, grateful for the distraction. “Is it that obvious ? I mean, I don’t see how you and Father find all this so thrilling.”

Chan raised an eyebrow, still smiling. “Art is more than just entertainment. Discipline, focus… there’s beauty in it.”

You tried to look thoughtful but knew you probably just looked bored. “Maybe. But why does he have to be so serious ? It’s just a statue.”

Your mother’s soft voice caught you off guard. “One day, my dear, you may find that focus and patience are beautiful in their own right. There is a quiet power in restraint.”

You gave her a polite nod, but inside, you couldn’t help but disagree. Your gaze returned to Mingi, who was still working with that infuriatingly stoic expression, seemingly oblivious to the admiration around him. It was as though he existed on another plane, one where he didn’t feel the need to acknowledge anyone watching him. He was as much a part of the stone as he was its sculptor. Hard, unmoved, and silent.

You slumped back in your seat, determined to endure this as best you could. But for all your efforts to ignore him, you couldn’t help but feel a flicker of curiosity.

Who was this man, this royal sculptor, who could stand so unmoved before the royal family ?

As soon as the sculpting session concluded, you leapt from your seat, eager for a more exciting ways to spend your time. A group of maids hurried after you, struggling to keep up as you moved from room to room, as each maid follow behind you. They whispered gentle protests as you made your rounds, but they knew better than to try stopping you. Even when they did, you always managed to slip past them with a playful grin on your face which was both charming and unstoppable.

Being the youngest of the three royal children, you were treated with an abundance of care, and no request that left your lips was ever refused. As the Emperor’s darling little princess, you were never burdened with any royal duties. You were your mother’s most precious child, especially since you had been born premature and required constant attention from the very beginning. This made your parents cherish you even more.

Though all this love and attention spoiled you, it also motivated to gain knowledge in various fields. Growing up, you observed your eldest brothers, Chan and Minho, as they became powerful figures. Chan, the Crown Prince, was groomed to rule, while Minho served as the Kingdom’s general, leading the army at the northern borders of your vast kingdom.

As their baby sister, you were showered with love and affection, and they never hesitated to help you with your studies.

Breezing from one room to room, nothing seemed to peak your interest until you reached the royal kitchen, where two of your favorite chefs , Wooyoung and Yunho were engrossed in preparing the dessert for the royal banquet.

The smell of sweet pastries and savory stews filled the air while Yunho and Wooyoung were absorbed in their work, carefully arranging fruit tarts and custard buns on silver trays. As you tiptoed up behind them, your maids tried to hold you back, whispering, “Princess, please, the chefs are busy preparing for the banquet…”

“Good afternoon, gentlemen,” you said brightly, startling Wooyoung so much that he almost sent the whipped cream flying.

“Princess!” he gasped, clutching his chest. “You can’t just sneak up on people like that!”

“Oh, Wooyoung, you’re too jumpy,” you laughed, sneaking a finger into a bowl of honeyed custard. “And who could resist all these treats ?”

Yunho gave you a playful glare. “And there goes the custard,” he said, clicking his tongue. “You’ll spoil your appetite before dinner, princess.”

“Not if I keep it a secret from everyone,” you replied slyly, reaching for a spoonful of candied fruit.

With mock horror, Wooyoung moved to block the tray of ingredients. “No, no, no! You’ve already sabotaged half our desserts!”

You leaned in close, smirking. “Not my fault, its just that my favorite chefs make the best deserts in the world that I can’t contain myself.”

Yunho chuckled and shook his head. “Remind me never to let you in here while we’re working.” He tried to shoo you out, but you swiped one last piece of fruit, grinning triumphantly as you left the kitchen, their playful grumbles reaching your ears as you walked to the banquet with your maids trailing behind as they sighed at your antics.

The royal banquet in evening was a grand success, with the chefs’ culinary creations earning well-deserved praise. You swarmed through the crowd, exchanging warm greetings with friends and royal guests from neighboring kingdoms. All the while, you felt Chan’s watchful gaze on you, ensuring you wouldn't try any mischief in the midst of the gathering.

As you savored the delicious food, your eyes landed on Mingi, the royal sculptor who was standing a corner, but he was not alone. He was deep in conversation with an elderly man who looked to be a high-ranking official. The discomfort on Mingi’s face was unmistakable, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes as he listened to the older man. His hands fidgeted nervously, confirming your suspicions.

What is wrong with him ? Who is that official ? Why does he look so scared ?

Your thoughts were interrupted and your feet lifted off the ground, when your second brother, Minho, swooped you up into his arms. You gasped, playfully swatting at his shoulder.

“Brother!” you gasped, squirming in his grip. “When did you get back ? And put me down, would you ? What kind of behavior is this ?”

Minho only laughed, ignoring your protests as he carried you effortlessly through the crowd. “What, no warm welcome for your favorite brother ?”

“You’re the general, for heaven’s sake!” you huffed, still trying to wriggle free.

But your attempts were futile as Minho simply laughed and carried you through the crowd, drawing amused glances from nearby guests who were well-accustomed to his playful antics. He winked at you before delivering you directly to your mother, where the two of you were swept into the flow of conversation with family and friends.

The concerning thoughts about Mingi faded to the back of your mind as night settled around you.

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The next day you embarked on another one of your side quest. On your way you passed Mingi’s sculpting chamber, he was carefully chipping and giving a shape to yet another statue. His face as usual was stoic, giving away no emotion as he engrossed in his work.

As you were about to leave for the training grounds, a small scar on his hand caught your eye, it was definitely from working on the sculptor. Suddenly his scared face from the yesterday’s banquet flashed infront of your face as you slip into deep thoughts.

Why be soo serious and engrossed in a work of this sort where you don’t even have time to take care of yourself ? You thought before making your way to the training grounds.

Carefully skipping the Apothecary in the way, where the royal doctor Yeosang, who also happens to be your master who taught you medicine was busy working with some herbs. Quietly, you slipped out to the training grounds, where San and Jongho, your brother Minho’s right-hand men, were practicing their sword skills.

Their movements sharp and focused, their wooden practice swords clacking as they clashed. As you approached,your maids came running to you, whispering, “Princess, it’s dangerous…” You thought you had sneakily escaped their watchful eyes.

“Go easy on him, Jongho! He’s not used to winning!” you cheered from the sidelines.

San’s face twisted in a mixture of shock and slight annoyance as he looked over his shoulder. “Princess! Are you here to distract us or give encouragement?”

“Oh, I’m here to keep things interesting,” you replied, grinning.

Jongho chuckled and gestured for you to join. “How about you, Princess ? Want to show us your swordsmanship ?”

You raised your hands, laughing. “I wouldn’t want to kingdom in your safe hands”

You clapped your hands, watching as the two resumed their practice, but you couldn’t help tossing out little comments to keep them on their toes. “Jongho, don’t let San get the better of you! And San, maybe try not falling for the same move twice?”

San sighed in mock defeat. “I’d be doing so much better if I didn’t have a certain royal running commentary,” he muttered, though the glint in his eyes said he didn’t mind one bit.

As they resumed their sparring, the faint smile did not leave their lips despite their best efforts to focus. The maids behind you exchanged worried looks, but they knew better than to interrupt. They could only sigh as you moved on to go back to your chambers in order to do your daily studies.

On the way to your chambers, you noticed the royal apothecary doors were open, and with Yeosang nowhere in sight, you welcomed yourself inside despite your maids’ protests urging you to go back to your room.

After about thirty minutes, you emerged from the apothecary, casually wiping your hands clean. Just then, you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“Princess,” Yeosang’s calm yet stern tone stopped you in your tracks. You turned, attempting an innocent smile as he raised an eyebrow at you. “And where were you today instead of attending our teaching session ?”

“Oh… umm… I was just studying in the library,” you replied, attempting to sound convincing. “Librarian Seonghwa gave me a few books about political alliances and strategies… so…” You tried to keep a straight face, concealing the fact that you had actually been at the training grounds with San and Jongho.

Your maid sighed behind you, which caught Yeosang’s attention, but he let it go this time.

Yeosang’s gaze narrowed as he looked at the apothecary, then back at you. “And what exactly were you doing inside the apothecary?”

“Oh… well, I was just… um… looking for some rare herbs…umm.. for tea! Yes, I wanted to surprise my mother with a new blend,” you replied, hoping it sounded convincing.

Yeosang’s expression softened slightly. “Alright. That’s good. But try not to skip the class again,” he said, his tone both kind and unwavering.

With a sheepish nod, you promised to be there next time before making a quick escape.

Meanwhile, far from the apothecary, Mingi sat in his sculpting chamber. A small jar of ointment had arrived, sealed with the royal doctor’s distinctive stamp. Attached was a short note, instructing him on how to apply it to reduce scarring.

Mingi turned the jar in his hands, his brow furrowing as he wondered who could have sent it, especially with such precise instructions. Deciding not to question the gesture, he applied the ointment to his scarred hand, feeling a faint relief as the cool medicine soothed his skin. Setting the jar aside, he resumed his work, his usual stoic focus slowly returning.

—

Next morning, the palace courtyard bustled with the lively early morning activity, sunlight filtering through the trees and casting long shadows on the stone path. You were just moments away from the library for your morning session with Seonghwa, the royal librarian and your master who taught you royal etiquettes, when a familiar voice cut through the air.

You stopped in your tracks and turned to see a frowning Minister Hongjoong and your brother Minho who was lounging in a chair with a smug grin on his face. A finished chess game board rested between them.

“Well, if it isn’t our little strategist,” Hongjoong greeted, his tone light but laced with frustration. His brow was furrowed in a mix of annoyance and amusement, clearly because Minho had bested him again.

You greeted them both, and Hongjoong glanced at the chessboard between them, shaking his head. “That’s eight matches, and eight losses. I’m beginning to think your brother is impossible to beat.”

Minho smirked, leaning back in his chair with a confident grin. “Impossible ? Not at all, Minister. Maybe you just need someone who won’t make it so difficult for you.” He glanced at you with a teasing gleam in his eye. “My sister, perhaps ?”

Hongjoong raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Your sister ? Do you really think she'd be an easier challenge?"

Minho laughed softly, clearly enjoying the banter. “I’m pretty sure she’ll be just as much of a handful as me, but who knows, maybe you’ll get lucky."

Hongjoong’s eyes sparkled with challenge as he turned to you. “Oooooh ? Is that so ? Well then, Princess, how about a match?”

“I’m so sorry, Minister Hongjoong, but I have to be in the library. Master Seonghwa will be very angry if I skip the lesson,” you tried to excuse yourself.

But Hongjoong pressed, “I’ll speak with Seonghwa, don’t worry, Princess Y/n. Defeat me, and I’ll grant you three wishes of your choosing.”

“Three wishes ?” you repeated, lifting an eyebrow as you exchanged a glance with Minho, whose smirk widened at the challenge.

Minho chuckled softly, thoroughly entertained. “Oh, don’t worry, Minister. It’ll be over in minutes. Today your luck seems extra bad with chess.”

Hongjoong’s pride flared at Minho’s words, and his smile sharpened. “Perhaps you are too confident in your sister’s abilities. I won’t make it easy.”

Minho leaned in, his voice thick with playful mockery. “Don’t go easy on her, Hongjoong. It’ll make it all the more fun when she beats you.”

The gauntlet was thrown, and there was no turning back now. You took a steady breath and nodded, accepting the challenge.

“Alright, three wishes if I win,” you agreed as your pulse quickened. The game began with the pieces set on the board.

As the game unfolded, Hongjoong’s moves were calculated, each one sharp and deliberate, his gaze never wavering. You matched his intensity, your mind working at its full speed, weighing every possibility.

But as you considered your next move, something caught your attention.

Across the courtyard, Mingi stood in quiet conversation with the same high-ranking official you had seen at the banquet. His posture was tense, his usually stoic expression strained, and the exchange between them seemed uneasy like something was off. Mingi’s hands fidgeted, and the official leaned in close, his words low and firm. Mingi’s eyes flicked away, his jaw clenched before he nodded reluctantly.

Your heart skipped a beat. Why does he look so unsettled ? The uneasy feeling you’d dismissed at the banquet two nights ago resurfaced, gnawing at you as you watched him, unaware of Minho’s watchful gaze on you, as your eyes lingered on the royal sculptor.

“Princess ?” Hongjoong’s voice cut through, drawing you back to the game. His brow was furrowed, waiting for your move.

You focused back on the board, shaking off the unease that had distracted you, and locked into the game again. The moves began to fall into place, and soon Hongjoong’s defenses started to crack. His confidence wavered as the pieces shifted in your favor.

It was clear that Hongjoong had no chance of winning now. His gaze hardened while Minho chuckled beside you. With swift precision, you moved your bishop into place, trapping his king in the corner, making it impossible for him to escape.

“Checkmate,” you said softly, meeting the Minister’s gaze, victory twinkling in your eyes.

Hongjoong stared at the board, disbelief flashing across his face. Minho burst into laughter, leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, completely unfazed.

“See, Minister ? I told you it’d be over in minutes,” he teased, his grin wide. “Looks like my little sister knows a thing or two after all.” He reached over to gently ruffle your hair as he admired your game.

Hongjoong managed a faint chuckle, though the blow to his pride was clear. “Well played, Princess. I seem to have underestimated you,” he said.

Minho didn’t miss a beat. “Better luck next time, Hongjoong,” he teased. “Perhaps you should find a gentler opponent next time.”

Hongjoong gave a rueful smile. “I’ll remember that, General.” he muttered. “And as promised, Princess, three wishes are yours to command. Use them wisely.”

As Hongjoong walked away, Minho leaned in with a grin, his voice low but amused. “Impressive work,” he murmured. “Just don’t ask for anything too easy. Okay?”

You smiled slyly in return. “I’ll make of that.”

But as Hongjoong disappeared into the distance, your gaze drifted back to where Mingi had stood. The unease that had been creeping up on you during the game returned, stronger now. There was something more to his conversation with the official, something you didn’t fully understand.

What was going on? And why did Mingi seem so unsettled? More importantly, why am I so concerned about him anyways ?

In the evening, after finishing your studies and wrapping up the day's tasks, you decided to take a stroll through the garden. The evening sky had begun to change, painted with soft oranges and purples as you savored the peacefulness that came with the beautiful sunset, with no maids trailing behind you. It was just you and the cool evening breeze, uninterrupted.

As you wandered, your gaze fell upon Mingi’s sculpting chamber, tucked away in a quiet corner of the palace. You had often wondered what went on behind its stone walls, curious about the man who worked in such isolation. Mingi rarely spoke to anyone, kept to himself, and seemed detached from the world around him.

You’d seen him pass by occasionally, his usually calm expression betraying nothing of the thoughts that lay beneath.

What was it that made him so distant ?

You had heard nothing concrete, but sometimes, when you caught him in a rare moment of vulnerability, there was an almost visible tension around him. It was as if there was a weight on his shoulders, as if something inevitable that he couldn’t escape was waiting for him. He was always buried in his work, meticulously carving away at his sculptures for the royal family and higher-ups.

But tonight, something felt different. A strange impulse stirred within you to check up on him, to see how he was doing. You knew he had been working tirelessly for days, never leaving the chamber except to eat or sleep, and you couldn’t help but wonder if the toll was starting to show.

Was his hand okay ? Has he eaten yet ? Why am I even concerned about him ? He never interested me in the first place, nor is sculpting any of my passions, so… why am I concerning myself with such trivial matters ? You brushed the thoughts off, thinking it was your doctor instincts kicking in.

With a steady breath, you approached the chamber door and pushed it open.

The air in Mingi’s workshop was thick with the scent of freshly carved stone and the faint scent of sweat from hours of labor. The light was dim, casting long shadows that stretched across the cold floor, making the room feel both alive and suffocating at the same time.

He stood at his workbench, eyes focused on the figure he was sculpting, the chisel in his hand moving with the kind of precision that only comes from years of practice.

But as always, he was alone.

You watched him for a moment, standing quietly in the doorway. There was something about him. Something so mysterious, withdrawn, that made you wonder why he kept so much to himself. The rumors swirled, of course, but none gave you a concrete reason for his strange demeanor.

You couldn’t stand it anymore.

And your curiosity got the better of you.

“Are you always this quiet ?” you asked, your voice breaking the silence as you stepped into the room. You didn’t wait for an invitation as there was something about him that made you want to push, to question, even if it irritated him.

Mingi didn’t flinch. His chisel paused mid-stroke, but his eyes didn’t shift toward you. The only acknowledgment was the briefest tightening of his jaw, a hint of irritation that quickly disappeared.

“I don’t need company nor do I like talking.” he said flatly, not looking up. His voice was deep and rough, the words blunt, as though he had said them a thousand times before. There was a coldness in them that sent a chill through you, but it only piqued your curiosity more.

“But why ? You’re always alone. Always working.” You moved closer, your voice soft but insistent. “Why do you keep to yourself like this ?”

There was a flicker in his eyes before he turned to face you fully. His gaze locked onto yours, dark and intense. The room seemed to shrink, the weight of his stare pressing down on you, almost suffocating.

“Because it’s none of your business,” he said, his voice sharp, as though he’d spoken those words many times to keep others at bay.

You weren’t satisfied. Something in you itched to know more, to unravel the mystery behind his detached behavior. “I don’t buy that,” you said, your voice rising ever so slightly. “Everyone has a reason. What’s yours ? Why do you act like this ?”

“I just hate people.” Another one of his dry and sassy replies.

“How’s your hand ?” you asked, a slight concern in your tone as as your eyes flickered to his hand.

“It’s fine. I’m fine,” he replied slightly taken about by how you know about it but soon his voice went flat again. He rubbed the scared spot which seemed fine now but nervousness was evident in his body language as you mentioned his hands.

You caught it, the way his hand had trembled ever so slightly. His composure slipped, just for a moment, and that was enough to make you press harder.

“You don’t look fine,” you said, stepping closer, eyes narrowing at the sight of the cloth wrapped around his hand, a different spot from the scar though. “What’s going on with your hands, Mingi ?”

His jaw clenched tightly at your question, and for a split second, the room seemed to hold its breath. The silence stretched between you, thick with unspoken words, and then he stepped closer, blocking your view of his hand entirely.

“Please leave, Princess.” he warned, his voice low, dangerous.

But you didn’t listen. You stepped forward, your curiosity ignoring the obvious warning. “You’ve been hiding it, haven’t you? Your hands, what’s wrong with them ? I am studying medicine, maybe I can help.”

His eyes darkened, the usual calm of his demeanor replaced with a cold, calculating glare as his tone went a notch up. “I told you to leave. No one can help. So let me do my work.”

Hmm…what does he mean by “No one can help” ?

His words hit like a slap, but you didn’t back down. Instead, you watched as the muscles in his neck tightened, his posture stiffening. You couldn’t quite place it, but something was eating at him, something far deeper than just the isolation he had wrapped around himself.

“I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s going on ? Maybe I can help, you know I can talk to my father if someone is bothering you.” you said, your voice steady now, defying the uneasy feeling that crept through you as you refered to the higher up you had seen him with in the mroning.

The tension in the room grew unbearable, and with a sudden, violent motion, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you into him. His grip was so tight it nearly crushed you as you both stood chest to chest, pressing as your heart skipped a beat. His eyes were wild now, filled with a fury you hadn’t expected.

“You should’ve left when I told you,” he growled, his voice low, deep, and raspy. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Your breath caught in your throat at the heat of his anger, but you weren’t afraid. No, something darker stirred within you, something drawn to the rawness in his eyes, the power in his grip. It was a strange, almost magnetic force, something you hadn’t felt before.

You barely had time to register the position you both were in when something cold touched your skin, a knife against your throat, the cold steel barely grazing your skin.

“Don’t test me, Princess,” Mingi said, his voice almost a whisper, but it sent a shiver down your spine. “I won’t hesitate.”

The shock of the moment hit you harder than you expected as you stood there frozen, eyes locked onto his, the world around you fading, and it wasn’t just fear that kept you in place,it was something else.

Something thrilling. A craving, maybe. To be handled like this, with power, with rawness….with anger which was a stark contrast to how you were oh so gently taken care of by everyone around you.

“You’re playing with fire,” you whispered, your voice barely audible as you stared at the knife. “Do it. I’m not afraid.”You challenged him wanting to see how far he is going to go.

But for a long, tense moment, Mingi didn’t move. His gaze never left yours, the silence in the room suffocating.

Giving him a smirk, you moved your neck slightly as the knife gave a small slit on your neck and blood spurted out, nothing dangerous enough to kill you but enough to make Mingi pull the knife away as his eyes widened at the crazy act you just pulled, his grip loosening on your wrist though the soft and concerning flicker of emotion that was in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed by you but he soon composed himself into the stoic and cold god he is.

“Leave,” he said, his voice cold again as he recovered from slight shock you just gave him.

You didn’t speak. You didn’t argue. You turned and walked out of the workshop, your heart racing in your chest, your mind swirling with the intensity of the moment. You had pushed him too far, and yet, you hadn’t felt more alive than you did right now. You fingers ran on your neck smearing the blood off. If your maids or anyone else see it, chaos would unfold which you not hoping to cause.

Walking towards your chambers, you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to Mingi’s silence than you had realized, a secret you were fully sure he was hiding the after witnessing the softness in his eyes, even for a brief moment, it was enough to pull you into his dark world.

What was he hiding ? Is anyone bothering him ? And why did the knife on my throat make my heart race… with thrill ? Did I like it, his anger, his rawness…why am I suddenly admiring such negative traits ?

—

After that night in Mingi’s chamber, you found yourself avoiding him. It wasn’t intentional, but your feelings were too tangled to face him. His dark aura, intense and commanding, had a magnetic pull. The way he handled you, in such raw and unflinching way was a stark contrast to the gentleness you were used to, leaving an impression you couldn’t shake.

Yeosang and Seonghwa tightened your schedule, leaving no room for wandering thoughts. Still, you noticed Mingi’s absence.

When you asked, Minister Hongjoong mentioned he’d gone home for urgent family matters. The news left an unexpected ache in your chest, but you pushed it aside, telling yourself it didn’t matter.

Yet, no matter how busy you kept yourself, thoughts of Mingi lingered. His raw presence had stirred something deep within you, something real but unsettling. It made you question everything you knew about your desires, even though you didn’t fully understand why.

So, you buried your feelings and focused on your studies, too afraid to confront them.

After a long day full of tasks, you found yourself in the library, hoping to find some peace among the books. Going near Mingi’s sculpting chamber would only make you think about him, and you weren’t ready for that yet. As you wandered through the shelves, trying to distract yourself, Hongjoong appeared, his footsteps soft but noticeable. He greeted you warmly, but his sharp eyes quickly caught the sadness in your expression.

"Is something troubling you Princess ?" he asked, his voice was gentle.

You hesitated, unsure of how much to share. Your thoughts were tangled, and you weren’t sure if it was wise to speak about what had been bothering you. You hadn’t fully understood it yourself, let alone said it aloud. Finally, you spoke carefully, leaving out the incident with the knife, unsure how to explain the confusion inside your head.

"It’s... Mingi," you said softly. "There’s something about him, the way he keeps his distance, his coldness... It’s not just how he acts. It feels like there’s more to it. I can’t shake the feeling that something happened to him, and I’m curious. What’s his story ?"

Hongjoong paused, thinking before speaking. "Mingi’s... been through a lot," he said carefully. "His family’s past is not something people talk about. But it’s shaped him. It’s a heavy burden he doesn’t show."

You nodded, trying to take it in. Hongjoong’s gaze softened, but he didn’t say more. You understood—he wasn’t going to share everything, at least not yet. Some things were better left unsaid until the right time.

Then, Seonghwa entered quietly, sensing the mood. He smiled softly, his eyes full of understanding as he spoke. "I see you’ve been thinking about Mingi a lot," he said. "What’s got you so curious ? You’ve never seemed interested before."

You faltered, not sure how to explain. Why had you suddenly been so affected by him ? You didn’t even understand it yourself. The more you thought about Mingi, the more unsettled you felt.

"I... don’t know," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just feel like there’s something beneath all that coldness. Something that makes sense, but I can’t figure it out. I... I just want to understand him better. Just out of curiosity. You know how I am with that, Master Seonghwa.”

As you spoke, you felt a strange warmth in your chest, something you couldn’t quite place. You didn’t want to admit it, but a part of you was becoming more drawn to him, even though you weren’t sure why.

Was it pity ? Curiosity ? Or something deeper you weren’t ready to face ?

Seonghwa simply nodded as he was fully aware of how engrossed you become when you get curious about something but his gaze stayed on you, full of quiet understanding, and Hongjoong didn’t press further.

For now, they accepted your answer.

But as the conversation ended, you couldn’t shake the feeling that Mingi wasn’t just a distant figure anymore. He had somehow crept under your skin, leaving you more curious and maybe more invested than you wanted to admit.

—

Next morning, after breakfast, you went to find your brother, Minho, who was busy sorting through a stack of papers in the royal study. He glanced up when you entered, his brow furrowing slightly. Even before you spoke, you could tell he wasn’t going to like what you were about to ask.

“Minho,” you started, trying to sound casual, “I was hoping I could get your permission to visit Mingi’s sculpting chamber today.”

He looked up fully, his expression wary. “Mingi?” he repeated, his tone skeptical. “What for?”

You hesitated briefly, then gave your prepared excuse. “There’s a figurine Mother received from Mingi’s father. It’s cracked, and it’s very delicate. I was hoping he could repair it. His skills are unmatched—I don’t think anyone else could do it properly.”

Minho raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure? You’re asking to go alone, to Mingi, of all people?” His tone was light, but there was something sharp underneath it.

You smiled, trying to appear unfazed. “Yes, it’s nothing to worry about. I just need to handle this. I’ll be careful.”

He sighed, leaning back in his chair, his eyes scanning your face. “Fine. But if anything happens—”

“I’ll be fine,” you said quickly. “Besides, you’re in charge of the kingdom right now with Chan and Father away. You’ve got enough on your plate.”

Minho paused, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before he nodded reluctantly. “Alright, I’ll allow it. But be careful. Mingi is... unpredictable.” His eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn’t push the issue.

With his reluctant permission, you left the room, a knot of anticipation tightening in your stomach.

The royal carriage rolled to a stop in front of Mingi's home, its wheels grinding against the gravel with a soft crunch. You stepped out, feeling the weight of your decision pressing down on you. The air around you was still, and the quiet seemed too loud, almost deafening in its silence.

"Wait here for me at the corner of the road," you told the carriage driver, your voice was more serious than usual. "It might take a while."

The driver nodded, his face unreadable, and the carriage slowly rolled away, leaving you standing infront of of Mingi's property. You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts, and made your way towards the door.

The door creaked open, revealing Mingi, his tall, broad frame filling the doorway. His dark eyes locked on you, their gaze sharp and assessing, but he said nothing at first. Behind him, the room was a befitting image of organisational chaos with sculpting tools scattered across a workbench, shards of marble dusted over the floor, and half-finished sculptures looming in various stages of creation.

“You came about the figurine,” Mingi said at last, his deep voice steady and calm.

Before visiting, you had sent him a letter, letting him know of your arrival. You waited for a few hours, expecting a refusal, but no reply ever came. That silence was all the answer you needed, and so you set out for his home.

“Yes,” you replied, holding out the small sculpture. It was a fragile piece, an intricate bird with its wings outstretched. “It’s my mother’s favorite. She would be heartbroken if it couldn’t be restored.”

Mingi stepped aside to let you in, his expression softening just slightly as he took the figurine from your hands. He turned it over carefully, his long fingers brushing along the cracked base and the damaged wing.

“It can be fixed,” he murmured, setting it down on the workbench. “The damage isn’t beyond repair, but it’ll take precision.”

You watched as he began gathering tools, his movements were methodical while his focus was intense. For the first time, he wasn’t keeping you at arm’s length. His quiet acknowledgment of your presence, of your request felt like a crack in the wall he had carefully built around himself.

“You’re truly gifted,” you said, your voice was barely above a whisper.

Mingi paused for a second, his fingers hovering over the delicate tools. “It’s not a gift,” he replied, his tone was thoughtful and gentle. “Just years of practice. Anyone could do it.”

“I doubt that,” you countered softly, catching a flicker of something in his expression — pride, perhaps, or even gratitude.

The moment was short-lived though.

Mingi’s shoulders tensed as his gaze snapped to the window. Following his line of sight, you spotted a figure striding toward the house with purpose. The official.The same one you had seen Mingi with in the banquet and during your chess match with Minister Hongjoong.

Mingi cursed under his breath, turning back to you with urgency in his eyes. “Hide. Now.”

“What ? Why ?”

“No time for questions.” His tone left no room for argument as he grabbed your arm and pulled you toward a door at the far end of the room. He opened it quickly, shoving you inside before shutting it firmly behind you.

You stumbled slightly, steadying yourself on the wall, and froze as you looked around.

The room was dimly lit, shadows flickering over walls lined with tools. Whips hung neatly alongside polished canes, their leather and wood gleaming faintly. Paddles of various shapes rested in perfect order, while chains with cuffs dangled from iron hooks. A dark wooden cross stood against one wall, its straps and buckles leaving no doubt about its use. Nearby, a leather bench with worn restraints sat waiting. The air was thick with the scent of leather, and the space exuded power and intimacy, every detail carefully curated for impact. A shiver ran down your spine as you took it all in.

Is this what he is really into ? Your cheeks flustered at the thought of those stuff used upon you by him. You shook your head as the sound of raised voices outside the door pulled you back.

“Mingi,” the official’s sharp tone cut through the air, “you’ve had more than enough time to reconsider.”

“I’ve already told you,” Mingi growled, his voice low and hard, “I won’t do it.”

“You’re being reckless,” the official shot back, his words cold and deliberate. “This isn’t just about you. Do you really think you can defy the royal court without consequences?”

“I won’t harm them!” Mingi’s voice rose, frustration and anger breaking through. “Whatever you’re planning, leave me out of it.”

“You don’t get it,” the official said, his tone dark. “Your creations aren’t just art—they’re tools. Tools that can change the balance of power. Think carefully, Mingi. The clock is ticking, and this choice is yours.”

A loud crash broke the tense silence as something heavy hit the floor.

“Get out,” Mingi snarled. “Now.”

“Very well,” the official said, his tone icy. “But don’t think your refusal absolves you. You’ll regret this defiance.”

The door slammed, and the sound of retreating footsteps echoed down the path.

Inside the room, your heart raced as you tried to make sense of what you had overheard. The tension outside had disappeared, replaced by an eerie silence. Slowly, you reached for the door, ready to face whatever awaited on the other side.

You didn’t have to open it. The door swung open abruptly, and Mingi stood there, his tall frame blocking the light behind him. He slammed the door shut after stepping in, the sound reverberating through the room. His chest rose and fell as if he’d just run a great distance, and his hand gripped the door handle tightly, knuckles white.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. His eyes swept across the room, and then it hit him as he realized where he’d pushed you in his rush to hide you.

His face twisted, half-apology, half-irritation. “You shouldn’t be here,” he muttered, the sharp edge of anger not fully gone from his voice.

Your eyes wandered over the assortment of tools neatly arranged on the walls, your cheeks flushing with heat.

“This… this is where you work?” you stammered, though it was clear the room held more than just the tools of his craft.

Mingi didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he brushed past you, grabbing a whip from the wall. The action was quick, and a slash went across his body, startling you. He maintained a safe distance from you as another lash traveled across his skin, pushing the delicate figurines in the room as the whip met them.

Was he punishing himself with the whip...why ?

“I’ll send the figurine back so you can leave now, Princess Y/n,” he muttered, his tone cold. He turned to face you, his eyes blazing with frustration. “I’ve had enough people meddling in my life today.”

His words stung, but you stood your ground. “I couldn’t just leave… not after hearing what he said,” you replied, your voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside you. “What’s really going on, Mingi? What does he want from you?”

Mingi let out a bitter laugh, the sound harsh and mirthless. He lashed the whip against a nearby wooden block, the crack echoing through the room. “You wouldn’t understand,” he said bitterly, his back still turned to you. “None of you royal types ever do. You think I’m just your sculptor, a tool for your games.”

His words hit harder than the whip’s crack, but you refused to let them shake you. “That’s not true,” you said firmly. “I’m here because I care, Mingi. I overheard enough to know that whatever that official is plotting is dangerous. You don’t have to face this alone.”

Mingi turned sharply, his eyes narrowing as if searching for something in your expression. “Care ?” he scoffed. “Don’t make me laugh. Care doesn’t mean anything when you’re part of the system that’s made me this way.”

Your throat tightened, but you refused to look away. “You’re right. I don’t understand everything,” you admitted, taking a cautious step closer. “But I want to. If there’s even the slightest chance I can help, I’ll take it. Let me prove I’m not like him.”

Mingi stayed silent for a while, trying to say something but holding back. Only his grip on the whip tightened, and you took that as a chance to press on further.

“Instead of breaking those delicate figures and hurting yourself…” you paused, gently placing his hand, which held the whip, onto your shoulder. “Use it on me. Let my unbreaking resolve be the proof to you that I am here to help and not take advantage of you.” You took a deep breath, trying to make sense of the words that had just left your mouth. You were literally asking him to use you.

Why had you offered yourself? You had no idea.

One thing was clear in your mind: you wanted to help him, and maybe… a small part of your heart wanted to experience the rush again—the same feeling you’d had that night when Mingi had a knife at your throat.

But this scavenger hunt was going to be more painful. A hell of a lot more painful.

Mingi’s hand tensed, his grip on the whip faltering as his eyes locked onto yours. His anger, once fiery, flickered with confusion. "You don’t know what you’re saying," he muttered, his voice rough and shaky. "This isn’t something you can just offer. It’s not a game."

"I know it’s not," you replied firmly, heart pounding as you met his gaze. "I heard what that man said. Whatever this is, I can see it’s tearing you apart. If I can help—"

"Help?" he interrupted, a dry, bitter laugh escaping him. He stepped back, running a hand through his hair. "You think letting me take it out on you will help? It won’t fix anything. You don’t understand the weight of this, Y/N."

"Then help me understand," you said, stepping closer, refusing to back down. "You’re not just hurting yourself—you’re drowning. If you can’t trust me yet, fine. But don’t shut me out."

His fingers tightened around the whip, his jaw clenched as he fought the turmoil inside. The battle in his eyes was clear—anger, pride, and something softer, more vulnerable, that he was trying to bury.

He studied you for a long moment, searching your face. "You don’t know what you’re asking," he said, voice strained, the whip falling limp in his hand.

"Then show me," you whispered, voice trembling but determined. "Let me carry some of this with you."

Mingi exhaled sharply, his hand running through his hair. "You’ll regret this," he muttered, but his grip on the whip tightened, as if he’d already made his decision. "This isn’t something you can just endure."

"I’m not here to prove a point," you said, steady despite the storm inside you. "I’m here because I believe you’re worth helping, no matter what."

He opened his mouth to argue but stopped. Instead, he walked to the wall, setting down the whip and picking up a leather strap. He turned it over in his hands, his shoulders stiff with hesitation. "This is different," he warned. "You’ll stop if it’s too much. Tell me if you can’t take it."

"I will," you nodded, meeting his gaze.

He motioned for you to step forward. "Place your hands on the table. And remember... you can always say no."

The first strike hit your back, sharp and stinging. A gasp escaped your lips as the pain jolted through you, but it wasn’t unbearable. It was different, almost… inviting. Your grip tightened on the table, but you didn’t move. The sting was real, but there was something else, a rush that followed it, spreading heat through your body.

Mingi stopped, watching you with eyes that seemed to search for something. “Still willing?” he asked, his voice softer now, like the anger inside him was starting to fade.

You met his gaze and nodded. “I’m still here.”

He swallowed, conflicted. He raised the strap again, this time hitting harder. The pain cut deeper, but with it came a strange warmth that spread across your skin. The sting lingered, but instead of pulling away, you leaned into it. You could feel your body reacting, the mix of pain and heat building something inside you that you couldn’t ignore.

With each strike, Mingi’s face softened. The anger was slowly replaced with something else—something that made the pain feel like a release, both for him and for you. Every blow became more than just pain; it became a way to let go, to release tension in a way that felt almost necessary.

The strikes kept coming, steady and rhythmic. The sharp sting gave way to a deeper warmth that filled your back, spreading through your body. Each blow was a wave, washing over you, making the pain and pleasure mix in a way that left you breathless.

Your breaths became uneven, not from pain but from the pull of the pleasure that followed it. You were no longer just feeling the sting; you were feeling something deeper, something that made you crave the next strike. Mingi was no longer just focused on releasing his own anger; he was reading you, feeling you, paying attention to how your body responded.

After one particularly intense blow, his hand brushed your shoulder, lingering for a moment. “You’re shaking,” he said quietly, his voice soft.

“Not from fear,” you whispered, your voice steady despite the trembling inside. The pain was still there, but it didn’t matter. It was nothing compared to the warmth that spread through your body.

Finally, the strikes slowed, then stopped. The flogger slipped from his hands as he stepped closer. His touch hovered over your back for a moment before settling there, gentle and warm, a stark contrast to the heat still flooding your skin.

You closed your eyes and let yourself feel that softness, letting the pleasure linger in your body even as the pain began to fade.

"Why would you do this?" he asked quietly, his voice barely a whisper. His fingers traced over the marks he’d left on your skin, his touch soft, almost apologetic. "Why let me hurt you ?"

"Because you needed it," you answered, standing up to face him. "And maybe... maybe I needed it too. To show you that you’re not alone, even if you think you are."

For a moment, his jaw tightened, and you saw the struggle in his eyes, like he was ready to pull away again. But instead, he stepped closer, gently cupping your face. His thumb brushed your cheek as he looked at you, as if searching for something he wasn’t sure he could find.

His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer, like he didn’t want to let go. The kiss that followed was slow, soft, a very short kiss but full of emotions. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. His voice was quiet as he said, "You’re maddening. You make me want to trust again, even when I don’t feel like I deserve it."

You smiled softly, your hands over his. "Then trust me. One step at a time."

In that moment, you could feel his walls starting to break down, just a little.

The air between you was heavy with tension, each heartbeat feeling like time slowed. Something inside him was changing. Maybe he was starting to trust again after all these years of being alone. Maybe it was care or....love.

His fingers shook slightly as they touched your bruises, slow and careful, like he wasn’t sure you’d pull away. But you didn’t. When his fingers grazed the welts on your skin, you didn’t flinch. It wasn’t the pain you felt—it was something deeper, something real. His touch was gentle, and it made you feel like maybe everything was going to be okay.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice thick with emotion, like the words were difficult to say but necessary all the same.

You swallowed, your body humming from the aftermath of what had just happened. It wasn’t pain anymore, it was something else. You couldn’t find the words, but your body knew what it was, a quiet yearning, a need to be close, to lean into the warmth of his touch. His hands moved slowly, tracing the scars along your back, each movement light but filled with purpose.

"Does it hurt ?" he asked quietly, his voice full of concern. There was no judgment in his words, only care.

“No,” you breathed, shaking your head. "It’s... it’s different. It’s not just pain. It’s…” You couldn’t quite explain, but somehow, in that moment, you didn’t need to.

His hands lowered, skimming over your sides, exploring with a kind of passion that made every nerve in your body come alive. Slowly, he began to undress you, his touch deliberate and slow, as if he was savoring each moment. He wasn’t in a hurry, wasn’t rushing to get to the end. His hands were soft, his movements careful, like he was afraid of breaking you.

When your gown finally slipped from your shoulders, his gaze dropped immediately to your back, to the marks still visible. The look in his eyes softened, and for a second, you wanted to hide, to cover the scars. But you didn’t. You let him see every part of you raw, vulnerable, but still here.

His hands moved to your arms, slowly trailing up, each touch deliberate, each movement meaningful. When his thumbs brushed over your collarbone, you gasped, feeling the tender sensation of his touch against your skin.

“Are you sure, darling?” he whispered, his voice low and filled with care. It wasn’t doubt, but a need to be sure, to make sure you were okay with what was happening.

You answered by, reaching for him and pulling him closer.

Words weren’t needed anymore as a silent permission to go ahead was exchanged between the both of you.

His lips met yours again, kiss started slow as he now with your approval was ready to savour every bit, every taste of your slowly. It wasn’t just passion, it was something deeper. A connection that couldn’t be put into words. His hands moved back to your back, feeling the rise of each scar, each mark. He touched you like you were something fragile, but also something he couldn’t help but want to hold.

As his lips trailed down your neck, you couldn’t help but gasp at the feel of his teeth grazing your skin. His breath was warm against you, his body pressing closer, the tension in the room thickening with every movement. His hands slid lower, gently caressing your body, every touch reminding you of his carefulness, his tenderness.

His hands slid under your waistband, pulling the fabric of your royal attire down with slow, deliberate movements, each tug filled with a quiet anticipation and care. It was a slow burn, building gradually, with no rush, no force.

When your clothes were finally gone, he stood before you, his eyes soft but heavy with a quiet hunger. His gaze moved over every inch of you, tracing the lines of your body with an intensity that left you breathless. There was no judgment, no shame in his eyes. Only reverence. Your naked form ignited a deep, smoldering passion within him, and he pulled you impossibly closer, until your bodies were tangled together, hearts racing in sync.

His lips found yours again, deeper this time, urgent, like he couldn’t hold back any longer. His hands roamed over your chest, fingers brushing against the soft curve of your breasts. He touched you with a mixture of gentleness and need, his palms warm against your skin as he cupped the fullness of your chest. His thumbs grazed over your nipples, a soft pressure that made you gasp, your body responding instinctively to his touch. His hands moved in slow circles, caressing, exploring, as if he was memorizing every part of you.

The sensation was overwhelming, a tender yet electrifying connection that made you feel both grounded and entirely lost in the moment.The warmth between you grew, but it wasn’t just physical. It was emotional, tender, an intimacy that seeped into your very bones.

His lips trailed down to the marks on your torso, each kiss placed with reverence, each one like a silent promise. You closed your eyes, overwhelmed by the sensation, your body responding to him in ways that left you breathless.

“You’re mine,” he whispered against your skin, his voice thick with emotion. It wasn’t possessive, but something deeper, more intimate. A declaration that felt like both a claim and an offering.

You replied, your voice steady but filled with warmth, “Mhmm...I’ll protect you, in every way possible. Always.”

The air felt alive between you, charged with something deep and unspoken. His hands slid down your sides, steadying you as he lifted you onto the edge of the workbench. The cool wood beneath you was a sharp contrast to the heat radiating between your bodies, and your breath hitched as his dark eyes locked with yours. They held something raw, something that made your pulse quicken with a mix of longing and love, as if you were the only thing that mattered.

Slowly, Mingi knelt before you, his hands firm on your thighs. The way you looked at him made his heart ache, as though you saw every part of him, the good and the broken, and still wanted more. His lips pressed soft, lingering kisses to your inner thighs, each touch sending a shiver through your body. He took his time, savoring the moment, letting the tension build until it was nearly unbearable.

His hands firmly gripped your thighs, pulling you open with the kind of deliberate care that sent a shiver up your spine. His eyes were locked on yours for a moment, dark and intense, before trailing down, his breath teasing your sensitive clit. It was almost unbearable, his warm exhale brushing against your slick heat, the tension coiling tightly inside you as he took his time, savoring every second of your vulnerability.

When his tongue finally flicked against your clit, your breath hitched sharply, a gasp spilling from your lips. The sensation was electric, sending a bolt of pleasure straight through you. He didn’t rush, he began with slow, teasing strokes, dragging his tongue over your most sensitive spot in lazy, deliberate circles. Each movement built on the last, the steady rhythm making your hips buck forward instinctively, craving more of his touch.

A low hum rumbled from his chest as he tightened his grip on your thighs, holding you firmly in place. The vibration of his voice against your clit made you moan, your head falling back as the tension in your core tightened further. He alternated between swirling his tongue around your clit and sucking it gently into his mouth, his pace maddeningly slow yet so precise it left you trembling. You tried to pull away for a moment, the sensation almost too much, but he wouldn’t let you.

Your thighs trembling as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. And just as you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, his mouth shifted, his tongue dipping lower, plunging deep into your core with a deliberate stroke that made your whole body jolt.

A broken cry tore from your throat as he fucked you with his tongue, slow and deep, each thrust of it drawing you closer to the breaking point. His nose brushed against your clit with every movement, adding another layer of stimulation that sent your nerves into overdrive.

Your body twisted under his touch, every nerve on fire, every gasp and moan spilling from your lips raw and unrestrained. He worked you with relentless precision, dragging you to the edge of release again and again, only to pull back just enough to let the tension simmer, teasing you mercilessly.

Each time you begged for more, your voice shaky and desperate, he only smirked against you, his tongue plunging back into your core, twisting and curling as if he were determined to make you fall apart completely.

Your hands flew to his hair, tugging hard as your thighs clamped around his head. He groaned against you, the sound vibrating through your core and sending you spiraling. Your breath came in ragged gasps as the intensity built beyond what you thought you could handle, your body trembling violently as he pushed you closer to the brink.

But he didn’t stop there. His tongue moved faster now, his lips latching onto your clit once more, sucking harder in a way that made your vision blur. The overstimulation was dizzying, every touch too much and not enough all at once. You were utterly at his mercy, your body completely his to command.

When your release finally came, it was devastating. A scream ripped from your throat as your orgasm tore through you like a tidal wave, leaving you shaking and gasping for air. Your thighs clamped around his head, but he didn’t stop, his tongue and lips coaxing every last drop from you until tears pricked at your eyes from the sheer intensity.This was the first time someone has touched and handled your body this way.

“Breathe,little princess.” he murmured against you, his voice rough, and it took you a moment to realize you were still trembling, your body barely able to handle the aftershocks. He slowed his movements, soothing you with soft kisses against your clit and inner thighs, grounding you as you came back down from the high.

Weakly, you reached for him, pulling his hands to yours. You kissed his knuckles softly, your lips brushing over the roughness of his skin as your chest heaved. It was a quiet, desperate act, a thank-you and a plea all at once.

Mingi sat up slowly, his eyes locking with yours as he gently cupped your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek. The look in his eyes was intense, filled with a quiet sadness that made your chest tighten. When he finally spoke, his voice was soft but heavy with emotion.

“I need to tell you something.”

His words, raw and hesitant, pulled you out of the lingering haze of warmth, dragging you into a harsh reality.

You met his gaze, worry flickering in your eyes. “What is it?”

He hesitated, his jaw tightening like the words hurt too much to say. But he forced them out anyway, his voice cracking slightly. “When this is done... the royal family—they’re going to take my hands.”

It felt like the air was knocked out of you. His confession hit you like a blow, the weight of it settling heavily in your chest. You stared at him, trying to process what he had just said, your heart racing in disbelief.

“Your... hands?” you whispered, your voice trembling.

He nodded, his gaze falling to where your hands rested on his, your fingers entwined as if trying to hold onto something that was slipping away. “They said it’s the price I have to pay. Once I finish the sculpture of the empress and meet the emperor’s deadline... my hands will be cut off.”

Your heart ached for him, for the burden he carried. The weight of the looming deadline, knowing that the very thing he was creating—the sculpture of your mother—would lead to his punishment. His reward? The loss of his hands. Why did your kingdom have such a rule? And on top of that, there were officials within your own kingdom using his art to harm the royal family. Mingi, caught in the middle of a storm he couldn’t escape, made you pull him into your arms.

Tears welled in your eyes as the full weight of his words sank in. He was so calm, so resigned, yet beneath his stoic exterior, you could feel the raging storm. The man who had just held you with such care, worshipped you with tenderness, was willing to give up the very hands that had brought you to life only moments ago.

With everything you knew now, there was no going back. You were about to plunge into the heart of your kingdom’s darkest secrets, fully aware of the cost. But one thing was certain — you would either save him, or burn everything to the ground in the process.

And that is how our princess Y/n fell of the royal sculptor Song Mingi.

~ ~ Chérie ☆ signin’ off

DISCLAIMER: This is totally fictional and not a real depiction of the ATEEZ members. It's all just for fun only so please don’t take anything seriously and keep the mood light around here.

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Got My Eyes On You | Park Seonghwa ☆

~ ~ call me chérie ☆

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☆ Day 28 : Succubus

↬ [ Synopsis ] : A reckless, spooky game on Halloween night traps Seonghwa in vivid, sinful dreams of a seductive succubus, leaving him breathless and wanting more. But when he finds himself alone in a love hotel in Japan, staring up at you, the irresistible creature of his fantasies that is when he realizes his darkest dreams are about to come true, as reality and desire collide in one unforgettable night.

☆Word Count : 5.2k ☆Genre : Smut, Lil plot, Non-idol au, Supernatural Au. ☆Pairing : Park Seonghwa x Succubus! F.reader

☆☆☆ WARNINGS : mdni!, supernatural theme, wet dreams & dream control, dreams and reality blurring, summoning the devil (succubus), mysterious reader, mention of Japan’s love hotels, hotel room sex, Seonghwa’s wildest dreams come true (literally!), Cute-ish Dom reader, Switch Hwa, Blowjob ( Hwa recieving), Fondling and breast play, multiple orgasms, mild voyeurism, power play, non-con (due to supernatural influence…if ur not comfy with this…kindly skip it).

NOTE : Yes… I’m going to continue and complete Kinktober, even though we’re past the 31st. I really want to finish this challenge and not leave it incomplete, so I hope ma chéries will enjoy this supernatural one shot. This is my first time writing supernatural stuff and it was such a fun experience…can’t wait to write more.

The living room was glowing in soft, flickering candlelight, the only source of illumination after Wooyoung had insisted on setting the room up “for the vibes” though he looked more terrified than inspired at the moment.

With San cooped up next to him,Seonghwa shifted uncomfortably on the floor, glancing down at the Ouija board sitting ominously in front of them. He crossed his arms, looking at his two friends in disbelief.

“This is ridiculous.” Seonghwa muttered, trying to keep his voice steady despite the chills creeping up his spine. “I’m telling you, nothing good ever comes from games like this.”

“Oh, come on hyung,” Wooyoung slurred slightly, a sleepy grin stretching across his face. “You promised you’d play along.We need a little bit of Halloween fuunnn…It’s tradition!” He nudged Seonghwa with his shoulder, a tipsy glint of mischief dancing in his eyes with the smell of alchol evident in his breath.

San sitting a little too close to Seonghwa, darted nervous glances around the room. “Honestly, hyung, ju-just… just do it. Otherwise, Woo’s gonna whine all night, and I can’t handle that.” He shivered, wrapping his arms around himself as though trying to shrink into the sofa behind him.

“I’m not playing this stupid—” Seonghwa tried to protest, but Wooyoung interrupted with an irresistible offer, even in his drunken state as words slurred out of his mouth. “I’ll pay for your whole trip to Japan—from food to flights, everything! We’ll be there next week, and if you wanna avail the perks, Park Se-Seonghwa, you better not get up or try to leave.”

Seonghwa sighed, rolling his eyes knowing very well that a drunk Wooyoung is more than a handful to deal with especially when not given what he wants. And that was a lucrative offer to reject. Nodding his head, he gave up on having any chance of escaping playing the game tonight, shifting his attention the Ouija board that sat infront of him. He watched as Wooyoung carefully placed his fingertips on the planchette and gestured impatiently for Seonghwa and San to do the same. Both hesitated a bit before giving up and complying to their friend’s drunken demands as each of their fingers barely touched the wooden triangle.

“All right,” Wooyoung began, looking dramatically serious as he addressed the board. “If there are any spirits here with us tonight, give us a sign.” His tone was clearly exaggerated, in a poor effort to mask his own nerves which did not go unnocited by Seonghwa as he noticed how he refused to meet anyone’s gaze, his eyes glued to the board.

The three sat in silence, waiting and waiting a bit more. Nothing happened, only the distant hum of the refrigerator and a low creak from somewhere in the house, probably a rat or some shit. San’s fingers twitched on the planchette, but he didn’t dare move.

“See ? Nothing. This is a total waste of time.” Seonghwa huffed, attempting to pull his hand back, but Wooyoung stopped him with a pout.

“No! Hyung, we have to be patient! Maybe… maybe they don’t know we’re serious about meeting them.” Wooyoung’s voice faltered slightly as he straightened his posture, attempting to project confidence.

"Uh, spirits? Just so you know, we’re not kidding around or anything!" Wooyoung's voice wavered as he cleared his throat, shooting a nervous glance at Seonghwa and San. "T-This... this isn’t a joke, okay ? We’re, um, respectfully inviting you." He forced out a shaky breath, hands fidgeting as he looked around the dim room. "So, if you could just... maybe show us a little something ? Just a quick... ghostly thumbs up or a nice little breeze or... something cool like that?" He tried to laugh, but it came out tense, his eyes darting around as if expecting a shadow to lunge out any second.

The silence dragged on, stretching uncomfortably, and Seonghwa found himself listening to every tiny sound. The groaning pipes, the occasional rustling of leaves outside the window, even the soft breath of his friends beside him. It all felt so much louder, so much more ominous.

Suddenly, a faint noise echoed from the hallway, a soft creak like a slow footstep pressing into the floorboards, or maybe something… else. All three of them froze, their eyes widening as they looked toward the source of the sound.

“D-Did you… did you hear that?” San whispered, his voice barely audible and shaky.

Wooyoung gulped, his face paling slightly. “It’s probably nothing. Just like… the wind rattling… or maybe an animal outside… or something.”

“Yeah right…” Seonghwa mumbled, his fingers now gripping the planchette a bit too tightly. “You know what ? I think we’ve had enough spooky fun for one night. Let’s call it quits before we actually freak ourselves out.”

Wooyoung opened his mouth to protest, but a louder noise this time from the kitchen cut him off. It sounded like something or someone was scraping against the counter, then a dull thud followed. San’s hand flew to his mouth to stifle a gasp, and even Wooyoung looked too startled to speak.

“Okay, that’s it,” San squeaked, shooting up from the floor. “My parents aren’t home, and I am not spending the night alone in a haunted house.”

Without needing to say another word, the three scrambled to gather their things, practically stumbling over each other in their haste. Seonghwa, still trying to shake off the chills prickling up his spine, grabbed his jacket and ushered Wooyoung and San out of the house, half-laughing at how ridiculous they looked as all three of them darted around like scared bunnies.

Once they were all in the car, the silence lingered for a moment before Wooyoung laughed a little too loudly but his voice was still shaky. “S-See ? Nothing to be s-scared of. It’s all in our heads, r-right ?”

San just nodded furiously while his arms wrapped tightly around himself in the back seat. Seonghwa tried to laugh it off too, but even he couldn’t deny the strange, heavy feeling that had settled around him, clinging him like a chill even after they’d left San’s house far behind.

Little did he know, that feeling wasn’t about to leave him anytime soon.

After dropping off Wooyoung and San, Seonghwa drove home alone, replaying the night’s eerie events, trying to convince himself the strange sounds they’d heard were just some random creaks or the wind outside.Still, San’s terrified face and Wooyoung’s nervous rambling clung to him, making his palms sweaty on the wheel.

Pulling into his driveway, a chill crept over him as he paused, glancing around the empty and eeriely silent street. “Get a grip, Hwa. It’s just some creepy Halloween nonsense.” he muttered to himself, forcing a shaky chuckle. Yet the prickle up his spine only deepened.

Inside, the house felt oddly off, like something unseen lurked in the corners. He flicked on lights as he moved through each room, feeling oddly reassured by the warm glow.

In the kitchen, as he sipped a glass of water, a chill brushed against the back of his neck, making him freeze in place. A faint creak echoed from somewhere behind him, followed by the soft fluttering of wings. His heart skipped a beat as he whipped around to see... nothing. Just the empty hallway. "This is all your fault, Wooyoung." he muttered, frustration creeping into his voice as he blamed his friend for his racing heart.

Heading to bed, he felt an odd, heavy presence around him. Every faint noise, even a creak, a whisper seemed just loud enough to set his heart racing, though nothing ever followed. “There’s no one here but you,” he tried to assure himself, but his voice sounded uncertain even to his own ears. He laid back ulling the blanket up and tight around himself as he tried to shake off the lingering sense that something is hovering in the quiet shadows as he drifted into uneasy sleep.

That night, as Seonghwa drifted off to sleep, he slipped into an unusually vivid dream. The world around him was dimly lit, wrapped in shadows, and the air was thick with the alluring scent of warm honey and spice. His pulse quickened, a mix of curiosity and desire washing over him as he looked around, sensing he wasn’t alone. Then she appeared, a figure veiled in darkness, stepping slowly toward him with an aura that shone so brightly, as if she were trying to bewitch him, inviting him into her world.

Her facial features were blurry, but her lips were clear with an alluring, devilish smirk playing across them, telling Seonghwa everything he needed to know - she wasn’t quite human. Tiny horns peeked through her hair and behind her, dark wings spread out with a graceful elegance giving her an almost ethereal presence. A slender tail flicked playfully as she drew closer, each step tease of what was to come. Seonghwa’s breath hitched as she knelt before him, her fingers grazing his knees, teasing and sending jolts of heat up his spine.

That was when he realized he was completely naked in front of her.

Is this his mind playing games with him? But then, why does this feel way too real? Too good? Her touch, her movement… her glowing and sexy curves… her wings… is she a succubus?

The succubus tilted her head slightly as she looked up at him, as if she were memorizing his face. Seonghwa tried his hardest to make out her features, squinting his eyes. But she swiftly shifted her attention back to his thighs, leaning in as her lips brushed softly against his bare skin, each kiss igniting a fresh wave of warmth that made his head spin. Her touch was feather-light at first, almost teasing, as though she wanted to draw out every tremble and sigh he had to offer. Her hands slid up his thighs, inch by inch, leaving no space untouched, her fingertips grazing his skin with an electric sensation that left him craving more. Seonghwa’s breaths grew ragged as he watched her, his body surrendering to the hypnotic pleasure she brought.

“Wh-what are you doing…” Seonghwa whispered as if she were actually there. Or was she ? Her fingers wrapped around his hard length, her lips holding a smirk as she met his gaze—not literally, but the creature looked up for his reaction. Fully satisfied with his flushed face, her hand began moving up and down his hard length as Seonghwa’s breaths grew deeper and more ragged. Her initially slow pace quickened, pumping his hard cock as if she were prepping him for what was next to come.

Leaning down, the succubus wrapped her lips around him with a warmth that felt overwhelmingly real. Seonghwa couldn’t hold back the low groan that escaped him, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him. She took her time, alternating between gentle sucks and skillful flicks of her tongue, her hands trailing up his torso as if claiming him entirely. Each movement, each touch, felt crafted to drive him to the edge, yet she held back just enough to keep him in exquisite suspense.

Her wings brushed lightly against his legs, amplifying the sensation as she took his hard length entirely into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she quickened her pace, bobbing her head up and down while Seonghwa’s red tip hit the back of her throat. Seonghwa’s mind spun, the sensations sending him into a blissful state as his tip made contact with the back of her throat. His toes curled, and his fingers clutched even more tightly around the sheets. Every subtle moan, every breathless sound she drew from him felt real, almost as if she were drawing out his very soul.

While his dilemma over who or what she was kept eating at him, his mind slowly turned to mush as his head was thrown back in the intoxicating pleasure she was giving him, leaving him only wanting more. This otherworldly creature, a succubus to be exact, was giving him… a blowjob?

When he finally woke, he found himself tangled in his sheets, his body damp with sweat and his breathing uneven. His black sweatpants were soaked with white stains, his whole body trembling from the intensity of the experience. He sat up slowly, still dazed, as every detail of the dream lingered vividly, as though she’d truly been there with him.

Seonghwa knew a thing or two about succubi, thanks to his scaredy-cat friend Wooyoung's interest in these horror-ish things and his habit of chewing Seonghwa’s ear off about them every morning on the drive to college.

He tried to brush the dream off as a one-time thing, thinking that maybe it was an aftereffect of them playing that Ouija board game. But it became his nightly torment. Every night, this alluring creature would appear in his dreams and pleasure him, edging the heck out of him but never allowing him release or letting him figure out her face. Each dream grew more intense, her touch more familiar, her presence more demanding. Every morning, Seonghwa woke up flushed, his body tingling with need, his mind haunted by the charming succubus that had taken control of his nights. He tried to shake it off each time, telling himself it was just his imagination and that she wouldn’t come back. But each night, as he closed his eyes, the creature returned, and he found himself helplessly craving more, desperate to uncover her identity.

The next few days went by in a blur as Seonghwa found himself, on a fine evening, exploring the streets of Japan. Wooyoung was keeping his promise of paying for everything Seonghwa touched, but slowly, it was turning into a pain in the ass. Exploring love hotels was not his jam, yet here he was, accompanying his two best friends as Wooyoung dragged San along, excitedly explaining the meaning of each love hotel they passed.

“Sannie, that is the Starlight Inn, that one is The Secret Garden, and that one is my favorite, the Moonlight Suite,” Wooyoung squealed, his arm wrapped around San’s. A kittenish smile played on San's lips as he nodded along to whatever Wooyoung was saying. Seonghwa trailed behind them, not really interested and distracted, his mind haunted by flashes of the succubus from his dreams.

“Seonghwa-hyung, keep up, or else you’ll get lost,” Wooyoung called back, noticing his bored and distant expression. Then Wooyoung wrapped his other arm around Seonghwa, keeping one arm snug around San.

“Hyung, which one do you like?” Wooyoung asked excitedly, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“Nothing,” Seonghwa replied bluntly, pursing his lips as he had been dragged along enough for one night.

Wooyoung pouted,“Come on, there should be at least one that you like! Else, where are you gonna stay tonight?” he asked, a playful mischief evident in his tone.

“In my hotel room, Wooyoung. And why the hell would I stay in a love hotel when I have my beautiful hotel room?” Seonghwa shot back, half-wishing he could push away the strange longing he felt every night, haunted by the succubus.

“’Cause we checked us out of the hotel, hyung. Tonight, one of these babies is gonna be our home.” Wooyoung gave Seonghwa a cheeky smile, gesturing proudly at the line of love hotels as if he’d done him a huge favor while Seonghwa’s face held a baffled expression.

Seonghwa’s eyes went wide, his expression shifting from surprise to mild panic. “Wait—are you serious? You really checked us out of the hotel ? Without telling me?”

Wooyoung laughed, glancing at San as if they were in on a secret together. “Oh, we’re serious, alright.”

Seonghwa’s gaze moved to San, desperate for some kind of reasonable explanation. “San-ah! You knew about this ?” he asked, trying to appeal to the most sensible one of the group. “I get it for you two, but why was I the only one left in the dark here?”

San scratched the back of his neck, a faint blush coloring his ears. “S-surprise, hyung ?” he offered sheepishly, giving Seonghwa a guilty smile.

Seonghwa shook his head, feeling a mixture of frustration and amusement as he looked at his two friends. “Unbelievable…” he muttered, sighing in as there was no way out of it now.

Wooyoung laughed, pulling him closer as they headed toward a nearby restaurant. “Don’t look so disappointed, hyung. This will be fun, I promise!”. But as his friends laughed and chattered, Seonghwa’s thoughts drifted, his mind unwillingly replaying flashes of his delicous night time encounters with the succubus creature. Even surrounded by friends, he couldn’t fully shake the haunting intensity of his dreams.

After the dinner, WooSan left to book the love hotels while Seonghwa insisted on staying a bit longer, enjoying the atmosphere of the restaurant. He soaked in the fact that he was in Japan as the foreign energy of the city buzzed around him. He downed his second glass of beer, the warmth spreading through him as his mind wandered back to the delicious dreams he had been having. His cheeks flushed a soft pink as he sat there, lost in thought, surrounded by strangers, when a light tap on his shoulder pulled him out of his daydreams.

He turned, slightly startled, and found himself face-to-face with a girl. She was dressed entirely in black, from the long coat to the cap that hid most of her face, and a mask that covered everything but her lips. She stood silently for a moment, her presence almost otherworldly, then handed him a tissue. Seonghwa blinked in confusion, about to ask what this was about, but before he could speak, she leaned in close. Her warm breath brushed against his ear, and the familiar scent of honey and spice filled his senses, sending a jolt of electricity straight to his core as she whispered.

“You’ve been dreaming about me, haven’t you, Seonghwa ?” she murmured, her tone was teasing, the words sent a shiver down his spine. “You called me on Halloween night, remember ? So… feel like summoning me again ? The name’s Y/n.”

Is the voice of the succubus creature from his dreams ? Woow..umm..her name’s Y/n…alright woooh!

She spoke as your finger trailed lightly over his hand, a soft, deliberate motion that sent a wave of heat through him. It was so familiar, so hauntingly like the dreams, that Seonghwa’s breath hitched, and his body tensed.

The words, the touch—they were too familiar. Seonghwa’s heart skipped a beat. There was no mistaking it. This was the same feeling he had when the succubus appeared in his dreams, when her touch sent waves of heat through his body, when her lips wrapped around his length, pulling him deeper into a world he couldn’t escape. This was exactly how he felt.

His eyes widened as a faint yellow glow flickered beneath the edge of her cap, catching the light just enough for him to see. It was subtle, yet he could faintly make out her eyes, but it was enough to make his heart race as the blurry face from his dreams was slowly taking shape. That glow reminded him of his dreams, bewitching him as his mind spun with the realization that she was somehow connected to the creature haunting his nights.

She gave him a slow, knowing smile, and without another word, she made a casual, almost teasing gesture as her fingers curled into a 🤙 “call me” motion. With that, she turned and disappeared into the crowd, leaving Seonghwa staring after her, his pulse hammering in his chest.

He was 99.9% sure now. This was no coincidence. The succubus—the creature from his dreams—had been standing right in front of him, and now she had left him with her phone number on the tissue, daring him to make the next move.

Back in his single room at the love hotel, Seonghwa lay sprawled on the bed, staring at the tissue with her number. “Y/n…Y/n….Y/n..” he mind repeated the girl’s name in the resaturant, your name, as your voice still ringed in his ears.

The thin walls did nothing to muffle the sounds of nearby couples, wrapped up in their own heated moments. He chuckled dryly, thinking he could even hear WooSan somewhere in the mix. Why couldn’t he have some fun, too ? Would you actually show up if he called the number the though ?

On impulse, he dialed your number, half-expecting it to be a dead end or a prank. But the phone barely rang once before a soft knock echoed from his door. He sat up as his heart raced, slowly getting off the bed and opening the door, his breath caught up in his throught.

There you were, standing in all your glory, in the dim light of the hallway, your lips curved in a familiar, teasing smile, your eyes gleaming beneath the cap. You raised a brow, as if daring him to let you in, that same sultry, electric energy from his dreams flooded the room as both of your eyes got locked.

With a whisper of air, you stepped through the door. As you entered, your coat slipped from your shoulders, revealing your true form beneath: a form-fitting, alluring costume that accentuated your curves, framed by delicate, black wings that spread out gracefully behind you. Tiny, glistening horns peeked out from your hair, adding a touch of playful wickedness, and your eyes glowed with a sultry, supernatural light that seemed to shift between crimson and gold. Your ture form appeared infront of Seonghwa as he took the sight in front of him front horn to toe.

“Thought you wouldn’t show up” he breathed, voice husky and low as he stepped towards you. His hands snaked around you waist, brushing against the massive wings. Your cute yet sexy face, the soft glowing skin, the tight and exposing costume, the swell of your breasts, the curve of your hips everything was way too overwhelming and inviting for him to think straight. He rubbed you sides as you leaned in to his touch, settling in his embrace.

“Did you think I’d stay away for long ?” you teased, leaning in even closer so that he could feel the warmth radiating from you. Your eyes, deep and gleaming, locked with his as his fingers trailed lightly across you jawline, tilting his chin.

The tension in the room thickened, his heartbeat drumming fast as you pressed your lips to his, a taste of dark temptation and sweet promises. His hands tightened around your waist while you hands tangled in his lush hair, tugged his root and urging him to deepen the kiss. He obeyed as his free hand cupped you cheeks and his tongue explored your mouth. Biting his bottom lip, you earned a soft groan from Seonghwa as he returned the favor by squeezing you ass.

After a series of lingering kisses and soft touches, you pulled back slightly, watching as Seonghwa caught his breath, his eyes half-lidded with desire. But there was something deeper you needed him to understand something that would change everything between you.

“I think it’s time,” you murmured, fingers tracing his arm. “For you to rest. For this to be real, you need to let go and fall asleep.”

He frowned, holding you closer. “I don’t want this to end,” he breathed, his reluctance evident.

Shaking your head, you smiled gently. “Trust me, Seonghwa. If you want to experience everything I can give, you’ll have to trust me.” Your fingers brushed his jaw, softening his hesitation. “If you let yourself drift off… I’ll come back. Every time.”

He looked at you, confusion clouding his mind. “What do you mean, ‘come back’?” His hand wandered to his waist, and you couldn’t help but smile at the realization that was about to dawn upon him.

“Remember Halloween?” you whispered, watching his eyes widen. “That Ouija board… it wasn’t ordinary. It was made to summon creatures, not just spirits, to bring to life your deepest fantasies.”

His hand drifted to his waist, discovering the small cupid tattoo just beneath his ribs. His fingers traced it, astonished. “T-This… it wasn’t here before.”

You nodded, guiding his hand over it, your fingers tracing its delicate outline. “That mark connects you and me. It allows me to be here like this. But it’s fragile. Break the rules, and I won’t be able to return.”

He blinked, torn between fascination and uncertainty. “What… what rules?”

You leaned in, your lips grazing his ear as you explained, “The rule is simple. To summon me, touch the tattoo, think of your desires… and fall asleep. That’s all it takes. Follow it, and I’ll always come to you.”

His breath caught, eyes darkening with understanding. “So, whenever I want to see you…” His soft gaze locked on yours. “You’ll come back?”

Smiling, you nodded. “Anytime you call for me… I’ll be here.”

He closed his eyes, letting the details sink in. “Then show me, tonight.” His hand cradled your face, pulling you into a deep, lingering kiss.

Your hands rested over the tattoo, and as he relaxed, his breathing calmed. He slowly let the darkness overtake him and finally slipped into sleep. The last thing he saw was the glint in your eyes, promising him the dreams and desires you would fulfill whenever he summoned you again.

As Seonghwa sank further into the dream, the dimly lit room closed in around him, the air thick with the alluring and familiar scent of honey and spice, refilling his senses. His heartbeat raced as he took in the sight of you—a vision wrapped in shadow and light, wings stretched behind you, dark and leathery, more breathtaking than any fantasy he’d ever dared to imagine. The soft glow highlighted the sharp curve of your horns and the glint in your eyes, eyes that burned with a supernatural intensity that sent a shiver through him. Your pupils dilated, swirling with a crimson hue, as your heart raced in anticipation of the upcoming pleasure and danger.

You closed the space between you with slow steps, the fabric clinging to you in ways that left little to the imagination, drawing him deeper and deeper into your hypnotizing spell. He watched, mesmerized, as you settled into his lap, your wings folding around you both like a protective shroud. Your hands found their way to his shoulders, nails sharp enough to tease but not break the skin, your body pressing flush against him.

“Is this… really happening?” he breathed, his voice thick with desire, his fingers tracing the lines of your waist as if familiarizing himself with your body. His touch drifted higher, hands cupping your breasts, fingers kneading the supple skin and drawing soft, gasping sounds from your lips. He rolled his thumbs over your sensitive peaks, feeling them harden beneath his touch as your body arched into him, eyes narrowing with pleasure as the yellow glint shone brighter.

Your lips curved into a teasing smile as you leaned closer, your breath hot against his skin. “It’s as real as you make it,” you whispered, letting your hands drift down his chest before meeting his gaze with an intense stare. Your wings shifted, casting shadows on the wall while the tip of your tail coiled around his wrist playfully, guiding his hand back to your chest, urging him to continue the sweet torture.

“And right now, in this dream,” you said, your eyes glowing brighter, “we’re free from all rules.”

As soon as those words left your lips, he pulled you closer, his hands slipping down to cup your thighs, fingers pressing into the softness there as he guided you over him. Every touch, every movement between you ignited a fire that blurred the line between reality and dream until the world around you both faded into dark oblivion. Your lips brushed against his, softly at first, before deepening into something fiercer and more primal.

His hands wandered up your back, fingertips tracing the sensitive membrane of your wings, sending jolts of heat coursing through your veins. The soft touch drew a moan from you, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment, lips parting to reveal the elongated canines that gleamed in the dim light.

You rolled your hips against him, a delicious friction that made him let out a low, shuddering breath, his grip tightening as he held you in place, urging you to continue. His mouth moved from your lips, trailing kisses down your jaw and across the soft pulse point on your neck. Then, he took a perked nipple into his mouth. The heat of his tongue, the way he nipped and sucked, sent a shiver straight to your core. Your hands clutched at his hair, the sensation heightened as your tail tugged his arm, pulling him impossibly closer.

The room filled with the thick air of anticipation as he shifted beneath you, guiding himself to your entrance. Your breath hitched as you felt him press against you. He was long, which you already knew from having given him a blowjob, but the feeling of his tip pressing against your wet core sparked a fire so hot that it raised goosebumps all over your body. His eyes met yours, a mix of lust and longing that warmed your heart, as if he was asking for permission to claim you completely.

“Yes,” you whispered, your voice laced with need. The word was a command, a plea, and it sent him over the edge. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered you, the sensation electric as your bodies joined. The connection between you was immediate and profound as the mark—the cupid tattoo beneath his ribs—glowed with the joining of your bodies.

Your wings fluttered, stretching wide as a cry of pleasure escaped your lips. The room glowed with a supernatural light, shadows dancing wildly as he moved within you, each thrust sending waves of heat and pleasure coursing through you both. His hands found your hips, fingers digging in as he held you close, maintaining his rhythm as your bodies moved in sync.

You rocked against him, meeting his movements with a passion that left no space for doubt or hesitation. His name tumbled from your lips in a chant as the intensity built, a knot of tension that threatened to snap at any moment. His lips found yours again, the kiss searing as his hips snapped forward, pushing you both closer to the edge.

As the world around you blurred, his hands traced your spine, fingertips brushing the base of your wings, sending you spiraling straight over the edge. Your eyes met his, a shared understanding passing between you as the final surge overtook you both. With a breathless cry, you came undone, your body shuddering around him while he experienced his own intense climax, marking you with the last thrust, a bond sealed with the heat of passion.

The afterglow wrapped around you both like a warm blanket, your bodies pressed together, chests moving up and down in unison as you caught your breath. His fingers traced the mark on his waist, now glowing with a warm yellow hue—a proof of the connection between you.

“Remember,” you whispered, your voice a soft reminder, lips brushing against his ear. “If you want me back… just call for me.”

And as he drifted into deeper sleep, the memory of you lingered, the promise of future dreams bound to the tattoo, linking him to you forever.

~ ~ Chérie ☆ signin’ off

DISCLAIMER: This is totally fictional and not a real depiction of the ATEEZ members. It's all just for fun only so please don’t take anything seriously and keep the mood light around here.

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Who’s The Boss, Babe ? | Jeong Yunho,Choi San,Jung Wooyoung ☆

~ ~ call me chérie ☆

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☆ Day 27 : Power Play

↬ [ Synopsis ] : In the boardroom, you are the BOSS fighting to secure the best deals for your beloved idols. But behind closed doors, in the comfort of your bed when your three dashingly handsome and irresistibly sexy lovers San, Yunho, and Wooyoung shower you with all their love. Then, the tables turn. They become the BOSSES, and you’re their BABE.

☆Word Count : 3.7k ☆Genre : Smut, Idol Au ☆Pairing : Idol! YunWooSan x Brand Manager! F.Reader

☆☆☆ WARNINGS : Pure smut (18+), formal company setting, heated arguments with authorities, praise, suggestive, power play kink, reader is at manager position in KQ, making out (in the meeting room), unprotected sex (be safe lil bunnies), foursome, edging, overstimulation, safe word, mild choking, fingering (fem recieving), dom/sub undertones, oral (both recieving), breast play, nipple play, pet names, slight degradation.

NOTE : Yes… I’m going to continue and complete Kinktober, even though we’re past the 31st. I really want to finish this challenge and not leave it incomplete, so I hope you all enjoy the story, ma chéries!

Your journey in marketing had begun with these San, wooyoung adn Yunho by your side and as your responsibility, before you climbed the ranks to become Ateez’s brand manager now representing the entire group.

If hiding secrets and carrying out sneaky acts was a game, you four were the masters, the top scorers on the scoreboard and the MVPs of the game.

Today was no different as you prepped yourself for an important meeting on which Ateez’s this comebacks sponsorship deals depended.

The meeting room was tense, filled with the rustling of papers and muted conversations as sponsors from various brands settled into their seats. As ATEEZ's brand manager, you had one goal today - secure the best deals possible for the group. Seated at the head of the table, you exuded calm authority, watching the faces of the sponsors gathered to discuss their partnerships with ATEEZ. Representing KQ Entertainment and the group, who observed quietly across the table, you were ready to protect their interests.

You exchanged a knowing glance with Hongjoong, ATEEZ’s leader, who gave you a reassuring nod, his expression silently conveying his trust in you to do your best for them. Seonghwa and Mingi, seated to his right, were calm, soft smiles on their faces, while Yeosang’s gaze drifted to the window, as if in his own world. Across from them, Jongho’s fingers turned the pages of the deal summaries in front of him, fully focused.

And then, finally, your eyes landed on the three little but somehow big at the same time devils — Yunho, Wooyoung, and San. All three wore confident smiles, but you could easily see the flickers of hidden desire beneath their innocent expressions. Yunho’s intense gaze lingered on you with a smirk, Wooyoung winked, offering a playful grin, and San gave a tiny thumbs-up, all gracefully hidden from the watchful eyes of the other meeting attendees.

As the clock struck 11:00 a.m., you took a steadying breath, ready to kick off the meeting. An executive from a high-profile tech company leaned forward, confidence in his posture and a slightly dismissive air in his tone. “We’re proposing a multi-platform campaign for six months, but naturally, the investment would need to be balanced with additional content requirements. We’d need access to their tour schedules, exclusive interviews, and regular social media engagement.”

You didn’t let his patronizing tone faze you. Instead, you replied with clear authority, “Your interest is noted, but ATEEZ’s social reach and engagement already deliver more value than most of your current brand ambassadors. If we’re extending access to exclusive content, the investment needs to reflect that value.” Your gaze was steady, voice unwavering. “The current proposal doesn’t align with the brand’s worth or the level of exposure you’re asking for.”

The executive raised an eyebrow, clearly not used to being pushed back on in negotiations. “With all due respect, we’ve worked with similar acts at the same price point,” he responded, his tone challenging.

Leaning forward slightly, you replied with a cool but assertive tone. “Then you’d know that ATEEZ isn’t a ‘similar act.’ They’re rising globally, setting records, and have a devoted fan base that’s growing by the day. The right deal here benefits both your brand and ours, and I won’t settle for anything less than a fair agreement.”

San, sitting across from you, concealed a small smile behind his hand, clearly entertained by your handling of the situation. Wooyoung exchanged a look with Yunho, admiration glinting in his eyes. They knew you were fighting for them, working to secure a partnership that valued them for who they truly were.

“Did she just say ‘won’t settle for anything less than a fair agreement’?” Wooyoung leaned over to Yunho with a smirk, feigning awe. “I think that’s the classiest way anyone’s ever told a sponsor to pay up or walk out.” He shot you a wink when your eyes briefly flicked his way, then leaned back as if he’d said nothing at all.

Yunho, seated next to him, chuckled under his breath, casting you an admiring glance as he whispered, “She’s really in her zone today. Almost scary how cool she is.” He nudged Wooyoung with a grin, shaking his head. “Guess we know why they call her ‘the ice queen of negotiations.’”

San joined in, his tone playful yet respectful. “It’s not just the sponsors who have high standards, you know,” he murmured, his gaze flicking briefly to you before returning to Wooyoung and Yunho. “She’s setting the bar for all of us. Makes me want to up my game just listening to her.”

Pretending not to notice their comments, you kept your focus on the sponsor conversation, yet their support echoed in your mind. Each subtle remark strengthened your resolve, reinforcing that they trusted you completely to handle the situation with poise and confidence.

The executive across the table looked taken aback but didn’t press further. Another sponsor took the opportunity to chime in, softening the conversation. “We absolutely see the potential here and understand the importance of aligning on fair terms. Perhaps we can look at additional options for exposure ? A dedicated photo shoot or a feature at one of our flagship events?”

You nodded, acknowledging the shift in tone. “That’s a step in the right direction, but I’d need a clearer outline of the expected deliverables and a budget adjustment to match,” you replied, your voice firm yet with a touch of negotiation. “We’re open to expanding opportunities, but it needs to reflect ATEEZ’s current standing and future potential.”

From the corner of your eye, you noticed Wooyoung giving you an approving nod, his lips curving into that characteristic smirk, silently applauding your persistence. Yunho’s gaze lingered as well, respectful yet subtly challenging, as though he was testing just how far you’d go to secure the deal they all wanted.

Leaning over to his friends once again, Wooyoung added in a low, playful tone, “I’m convinced she could get the CEO himself to sign on without even breaking a sweat,” earning a laugh from San and Yunho.

But as the meeting wore on, you couldn’t shake the subtle intensity in the room. Each time you made a point, your eyes would meet one of the boys’, and there’d be a flicker of something unspoken, a quiet admiration mixed with a tension simmering just beneath the surface. You were their representative, yes, but there was an understanding between you that extended beyond the business formalities of the room.

As everyone left the meeting room, Wooyoung, San and Yunho stayed back as you have asked them to fill in them with a few of their solo shoots and works for the comeback.

With the last person leaving the meeting room, the door clicked shut, leaving only the four of you in the silence. The air was thick, charged with something unspoken. Holding onto your notebook, you felt their gazes—intense and unwavering, zeroed in on you. Wooyoung, San, and Yunho were watching you, and the usual professionalism had melted away, replaced by lust.

“Come here,” you breathed, motioning for them to gather closer. They moved in, but as you began to discuss the final points about the comeback, you felt their attention slipping from business to something more personal. Yunho, close enough to feel his heat, leaned in, his dark eyes admiring your face. “You were incredible back there,” he murmured, his voice low, a smirk curling at his lips as his gaze dropped to your mouth.

San stepped forward with a mischevious grin. “Yeah, you really put them in their place,” he murmured, leaning in until there was no space between you. “But now, it’s our turn, isn’t it ?”

Wooyoung’s soft laugh sent a thrill through you. He leaned close, his breath warm against your ear. “The ice queen of negotiations,” he teased. “Let’s see how long the ice takes to melt.” His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing your jawline in a slow, purposeful stroke, sending electricity down your spine.

San’s lips grazed your ear, his fingers tracing the curve of your shoulder. The touch alone made your legs weak, sending shivers down your spine as you held onto him for support.

Yunho’s fingers slid down your arm, intertwining with yours, his intense gaze holding yours as he tilted your chin up. His breath was hot on your skin, his lips brushing against yours before trailing slowly along your jaw, igniting a spark deep within you.

Wooyoung’s hands found your waist, pulling you to him, his mouth claiming yours in a slow, deep kiss that left you breathless. San’s hands were there too, holding you as his lips brushed your skin. “Guess we’re the bosses now, aren’t we babe ?” he murmured, his voice both challenge and a sweet declaration.

Surrounded by them, every touch, every look, every kiss pulled you deeper. The intensity was dizzying and consuming. Just as you were about to surrender, breaking every office relationships policy, the ring of your phone shattered the moment. You answered the call, barely processing the voice on the other end, your mind still clouded by the steamy kiss. Gathering your things, you glanced back, meeting their eyes still dark, intense and wanting.

You leaned close, pressing a kiss to each of their cheeks, your voice soft with promise. “Come to my place tonight,” you whispered, your eyes flicking between them. “You’re mine tonight.” Then, with a final look, you turned and left, leaving the anticipation hanging in the air.

As promised, San, Wooyoung and Yunho were at your house in the evening as you all planned to relax in your living room watching a movie. You were perched up the coach with your head resting on Yunho’s shoulder who was on your right while San rested his head on your left shoulder. Wooyoung made himself comfortable on the floor while his head rested back on your thighs.

The horror movie was at its climax, you and Yunho’s gazes refused to leave the tv screen while you could hear San making scared noises while covering his eyes whenever a jumpscare happened but still his curiousity peeked and he would sneak small glances while Wooyoung fully hugged you leg, refusing to watch the movie anymore but also asking you if the scary scene was over or not. It was endearing and funny at the same time as the boys clung on to you.

“Scrady cats” Yunho muttered as you chuckled nuzzling deeper into Yunho neck as the movie for you wasn’t even that scary and at this point you were feeling more bored.

“Wanna do something more interesting babe ?” Yunho asked, his voice was low but loud enough to reach your ears, as you jolted up to meet his gaze. His playful puppy eyes and sweet smile heightened up your excitement as you call for Woo and San.

“Guys, still wanna watch the movie, or should we…” You barely finished the sentence before Wooyoung quickly turned off the TV, meeting your gaze with a glint of mischief. He shifted on the floor, fully facing you, and smirked, “The movie was boring anyway. I’d rather finish you than finish it.” His words drew chuckles from all of you as he gently rubbed your thighs, his warm touch sending a thrill through you. Meanwhile, San left delicate kisses on your shoulder, adding to the tingling sensation dancing across your skin.

Your tiny tank top and mini shorts provided them more than enough to touch, admire, and savor. Yunho slowly turned you toward him, his large hand holding the back of your head as he pulled you closer. His lips captured yours, while Wooyoung settled between your legs and San held your waist, bringing you even closer. Sandwiched between Yunho and San, you felt Wooyoung’s sneaky hands slide down to remove your shorts, his fingers working with surprising deftness.

“Remember, kitten, whenever it gets too much, use our safe word,” San murmured into your ear, his breath warm as you hummed in acknowledgment, all while sharing a deep kiss with Yunho. San’s mouth latched onto your shoulder, his lips caressing the butterfly tattoo on your back. His hands roamed up your sides, his gentle rubs slowly inching your tank top higher and higher.

Meanwhile, Wooyoung’s mouth left soft kisses on your thighs, his hands caressing your legs as he worked his way up, inching closer to where you ached for attention the most, already dripped wet with arousal.

Yunho deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth and sucking on your toongue, and you let out a soft moan that gradually turned louder as Wooyoung and San each focused on your most sensitive spots in unison.

Wooyoung’s mouth took you by surprise, his lips and tongue tasting you, indulging with eager slurps. “Mmm,” he murmured against you, seemingly satisfied with every lick he took of your wet core. San’s large hands found your breasts, and with your tank top discarded somewhere on the floor, he kneaded them with care, his fingers pinching and teasing your nipples until they perked, each touch sending pulses of pleasure through you.

Yunho bit your bottom lip, adding a sharp but delicious sting that made you gasp. Just then, Wooyoung slid one of his thick fingers inside you, the unexpected sensation causing you to gasp again. San’s movements on your breasts quickened, his skilled fingers squeezing and pinching, sending electric jolts down your spine.

Wooyoung added another finger, the stretch making you tense momentarily, but soon, it melted into something beautifully pleasurable as Yunho broke the kiss. He took in the sight of you, eyes half-closed, dazed with pleasure, and smiled as he rubbed your clit while Wooyoung continued to pump, his pace picking up, pushing you closer to release.

“Still holding up, kitten ?” San whispered in your ear. You nodded, and a loud moan escaped your lips as you felt yourself clench around Wooyoung’s fingers. The tension built rapidly, your body trembling on the edge of something big. With one last, perfectly timed pinch on your sensitive clit, you finally came undone, your release spilling over Wooyoung’s fingers as your body quivered. Wooyoung pulled his fingers out and, without missing a beat, slipped them into his mouth, tasting every bit of you like it was his favorite flavor.

A knowing glance passed between Wooyoung and Yunho, and they swapped positions with ease. Wooyoung moved to the couch while Yunho settled between your legs, his mouth eager to taste every last drop of you. His hungry lips latched onto you, licking and sucking, not letting a single trace escape. As you moaned, your voice filled the room, each sound encouraging them on. Wooyoung brought his fingers to San’s mouth, and San took them in, savoring your taste with a low hum that turned you on even more.

Your mind drifted back to the first time with all three of them. It had been overwhelming, so intense that you’d had to use the safe word, the overstimulation and all three of them at the same time was too much for your body to handle. Since then, it had happened twice more before your body finally adjusted to them. Their frequent visits had helped you get used to both the stretch and the intensity, the pain gradually shifting into pure pleasure each time. And now, it was all too easy to surrender completely to the sensations they gave you.

You were pulled out of your deep thoughts as San’s lifted you, holding you securely in his arms as he stood. Yunho was already settled comfortably on the couch, leaning back as his eyes turned dark filled with lust. Once Yunho was ready, San lowered you onto him, positioning you so that your back pressed against Yunho’s chest, bringing a rush of warmth from his steady breathing behind you. Wooyoung, meanwhile, stood near your head, his eyes shining with excitement. You tried to piece together their intentions, your pulse quickening as you wondered what new position they had in store for you this time.

The boys were full of surprises, each encounter introducing another thrilling variation. You remembered your first foursome with them, bodies pressed together under the steamy flow of the shower, where you first caught a glimpse of just how intense their fantasies could be. Now, each time you were with them, you were left guessing, an excitement that never tappered off.

As you settled, Yunho’s large hands wrapped around your throat from behind, his grip firm yet gentle, just enough to make you feel his presence without restricting your breath heightening the intensity of the dellicious moment. San’s hands found your waist, holding you in place, his fingers pressing into your skin as they grounded you. The three of them exchanged nods before finally meeting your gaze, a silent question in their eyes asking for your permission.

“Are you ready for us, babygirl?” Wooyoung’s voice was low and eager, each word laced with anticipation that sent a thrilling shiver down your spine. His gaze roamed over you, making your heart pound as you gave a playful nod. Without another word, San positioned himself at your wet core, pressing into you slowly, stretching you as he filled you completely. Yunho, right behind you, followed with his own hard length, pushing inside, making you gasp at the fullness of both of them, leaving your mind spinning.

San’s hands tightened on your waist, grounding you as he met your gaze, a spark passing between you before he started moving, each stroke deliberate and intense, reaching depths that made you shudder. Behind you, Yunho’s hands held you steady, mirroring San’s movements to create a steady, intoxicating rhythm that had you breathless with every second.

As San thrust forward, Yunho matched his pace, their synchronized rhythm sending waves of pleasure through you, filling you from both sides. Each movement was perfectly timed, their bodies working in unison, creating an overwhelming sensation that left you lost in the moment.

Wooyoung, standing near your head, leaned down and gently brushed a strand of hair from your face. “You look incredible like this,” he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. He guided himself to your lips, filling your mouth slowly, letting you adjust to his taste and warmth as he moved in sync with San and Yunho’s rhythm.

Their thrusts were perfectly in sync, and your body responded helplessly, completely lost to the rhythm they’d created. San’s grip tightened on your waist, his pace quickening as he drove into you harder, leaving you gasping. Behind you, Yunho’s hands shifted to your hips, pulling you back to meet his deep, powerful thrusts, amplifying every sensation.

Wooyoung’s hand cradled your jaw, his thumb tracing over your cheek as he encouraged you to take him deeper. His satisfied groans reverberated through you, his hips matching the rhythm San and Yunho had set, heightening the intensity surrounding you from every side.

San’s hand slid down to your sensitive spot, his thumb moving in firm circles that sent shocks of pleasure through you. Your body reacted instantly, arching as a wave of pleasure washed over you. Yunho slowed for a brief moment, letting you catch your breath before resuming, each thrust more intense, pushing you closer to release.

“Just like that, keep going,” Wooyoung whispered, his hand shifting to the back of your head. His voice was soothing, a contrast to their increasingly urgent rhythm. His hips moved steadily, his heavy breaths syncing with the sounds escaping you. Together, the three of them created a rhythm that left you gasping, with no choice but to surrender.

With each thrust, the tension in your core grew tighter, the pleasure coiling to an almost unbearable peak. Finally, as San’s thumb pressed harder and Yunho’s grip tightened, the release overtook you. Heat rushed through you in waves, leaving you breathless and shaking as you came undone.

San groaned deeply, his pace slowing briefly as he felt you tighten around him. With a final shared glance, the three of them pulled out together, each one spilling over your stomach, warmth pooling across your skin as they let out satisfied, heavy breaths.

They steadied you in the aftermath, soft touches grounding you as they ran their hands along your skin. Wooyoung leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, his smile gentle and content. You lay there, basking in the warmth of their presence, a shared moment of closeness and quiet satisfaction.

As the aftershocks pulsed through you, their touches softened, turning from intense to gentle, grounding you in the moment. Heavy breaths filled the room as their hands traced light patterns along your skin, enveloping you in warmth and closeness.

San brushed a hand through your hair, murmuring, “You did so well… perfect for us.” He pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, his touch warm and steady. Yunho’s hands squeezed your hips gently as he whispered, “You’re incredible, so beautiful.” His lips brushed your neck in soft kisses, his voice soothing and tender.

Wooyoung cradled your face, his gaze warm. “Amazing, babygirl,” he praised, while cleaning you off as you still recovered from the intense high.

Their words and touches surrounded you, filling the afterglow with soft praise and affection, a moment of perfect connection between you all.

~ ~ Chérie ☆ signin’ off

DISCLAIMER: This is totally fictional and not a real depiction of the ATEEZ members. It's all just for fun only so please don’t take anything seriously and keep the mood light around here.

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His Favorite Problem | Choi Jongho ☆

~ ~ call me chérie ☆

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Day 26 : Sir Kink

↬ [ Synopsis ] : In the middle of the bar’s chaos, Jongho’s protective instincts kick in as he spots you. But instead of showing gratitude, you can’t resist stirring him up a little too much. Now, he’s set on teaching you a lesson, and you’re in for a long night of delicious discipline from your boyfriend.

☆Word Count : 3.08k ☆Genre : Smut, Non-idol Au, Boyfriend Au, porn with little to no plot. ☆Pairing : Boyfreind! Jongho x Bartender! Gf F.Reader

☆☆☆ WARNINGS : mdni!, established relationship, mentions of alchol, bars, customer causes drama, naive but also not so naive reader, she is just an innocent girlie ( :P ), a bit back and forth between her and Jongho, a lil riling up maybe, sir kink, pet names (babygirl, lil bunny), mild praise kink, overprotective bf Jongho, fingering (fem reciveing), mid choking kink, edging, Jongho turns a bit meanie at the end and disciplines you.

The bar buzzed with its usual nighttime energy, customers filling the cozy, dimly lit space with laughter, clinking glasses, and conversations. You were behind the bar skillfully pouring drinks, chatting with regulars, and catching up with them.

Somewhere in the corner, you knew Jongho was seated with his quiet, watchful presence making sure you were doing fine and no one is causing any trouble for you.

Ever since you’d taken this job, Jongho had made a habit of dropping by on his nights off. Though he covered it up saying it was to spend time with you, but you knew the real reason he was there to make sure you were safe. You’d reassured him countless times that you could handle an odd drunken comment or lingering glances of a few persuasive customers. But Jongho just didn’t trust your naive little self. Calling you naive was just to tease you, though your heart fluttered at the sincere concern that laced his words and actions.

Tonight was no different. He was sitting at his usual spot as he sipped from his glass, his gaze never straying far from you.

You tossed him a playful smile when you noticed him watching you, but he only nodded slightly, his eyes tracing the room as if mentally noting each customer’s behavior. Just then, your heart sank a little when you spotted a familiar face in the crowd. A customer who’d been bothering you for the past few weeks.

The man had been insistent, charming at first by dropping hints about wanting to get your number and asking if you’d like to “grab a drink” sometime after your shift. You’d tried to handle him politely, knowing that dealing with flirtatious customers was just part of the job. But he hadn’t taken the hint and had started showing up regularly, getting bolder each time. Tonight, he looked no different. He was wearing a flashy smile and exuding confidence as he made himself comfortable at the bar.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he greeted, leaning over the counter. “Thought I’d find you here. Ready to give me that number yet ?”

You tensed, quickly glancing around and noticing Jongho’s gaze zeroing in on the interaction. Taking a breath, you put on a professional smile. “No, sorry. I’m here to serve drinks, not give out my number.”

“Oh, come on,” he persisted as his voice dropped to what he probably thought was a seductive whisper but sounded like an ugly seal screeching, to you. “No need to be so cold. I’ve been a good customer, haven’t I ? And I always leave a tip.” He laughed, glancing around as if expecting others to join in. To be honest, older men were never you type and this man was definitely in his late 40s and with his screeching voice and pressing attitude easily made into your list of “people to avoid” and probably Jongho’s “To kill” list.

You clenched your teeth, determined to keep things calm. “Look, I’m just not interested, okay ? You can enjoy your drink, but I’m not giving out my number. Please respect that.”

The smile slipped from his face, replaced by an irritated scowl. He slammed his hand on the counter, drawing the attention of a few nearby customers. “Scamming customers now, are you ? You don’t give out your number and you treat me like garbage? I’ve spent good money here. Think your manager will want to know how you treat loyal customers?”

The little drama caught the attention of your manager, who came running over, eyes flicking between you and the accusor. “What’s going on here ?”

“She’s been scamming me!” the old bastard spat, his voice loud enough for others to hear. “I’ve been paying extra, leaving good tips, and this is how I’mbeing treated ? This is disgraceful!”

Your cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment as other customers began to murmur, casting curious glances in your direction. You wanted to defend yourself, but before you could even gather your words, a firm yet calm voice cut through the tension.

“Is there a problem here ?”

Jongho’s presence was that of calm authority as he stepped between you and the man, his gaze cold and direct. The customer blinked at few times before straightening himself, seemingly taken aback by Jongho’s imposing figure. Your boyfriend wasn’t one to lose his temper easily, but when it came to protecting you, there was a fierceness in his eyes that spoke volumes. Fidgeting nervously with your hand, you stood still behind your boyfriend as your gaze zeroed in on the old dude.

The bastard matched Jongho’s height, suddenly losing his brashness. “Who are you ? Just another customer ? This is between me and her—”

“Actually,” Jongho interrupted, his tone steady and deadly calm, “it’s not between you and her. You were harassing her, and now you’re causing a scene in a place of business. I suggest you take your drink and leave.”

The man scoffed, returning to his earlier arrogant self. “She’s been treating customers poorly. I’m just letting management know how unprofessional she’s been.”

Jongho didn’t even blink. “And I’m letting you know you need to leave. Now.” his tone went an octave up as he emphasised on the Now.

A silence settled over the bar, and the old bastard’s bravado crumbled. He muttered something under his breath and backed away, Jongho’s gaze was locked in on him until he disappeared into the crowd. His eyes followed him until he was sure the man was gone. Turning to you, his expression softened for a moment before returning to that stern familiar look of seriously-concern or concerningly serious. Agh whatever the fuck it is.

“Are you okay ?” he asked quietly, but there was an edge beneath the gentle cornered question.

You nodded, still processing everything. “Yeah… Thank you. I just—I didn’t want to cause a scene.”

His gaze softened, but only a bit. “You wouldn’t have had to if you’d listened to me. How many times have I told you to call me over if someone makes you uncomfortable ?”

Your face flushed as you glanced down, embarrassed and a little defensive. “I thought I could handle it.”

Jongho shook his head, letting out a low, frustrated sigh while his hand gently carassed your hair. “You think I’m overprotective, don’t you ?”

You managed a small, guilty smile while you peaked up to met his eyes. “Maybe just a little.”

He chuckled, though the stern look in his eyes remained. “I’m taking you home. You’re done for tonight.”

“But my shift isn’t—”

“I’ll talk to your manager,” he said, already turning towards them. “They won’t mind. And we’ll discuss this when we get home.”

Your heart skipped a beat, the authority in his voice sending a shiver down your spine. You knew that “discuss” wasn’t just a casual term. He was determined to make a point, and you had a feeling it would involve some strong and firm words and maybe even a “lesson” to strengthen his words.

As you gathered your things and prepared to leave, you felt a strange mix of anticipation, excitement and nervousness. Jongho’s protectiveness might drive you a little crazy at times, but there was no denying that it also made you feel cherished.

And tonight, it seemed, he was intending on showing you just how much he cared.

The whole car ride was filled with back-and-forth arguments—him insisting you should leave this job so you wouldn’t have to deal with difficult clients and could stay safe, and you countering with “I can take care of myself” and that you didn’t always need to be looked after, which clearly dismissed him. Slowly, you could feel the air thickening as, intentionally or not, you countered every single point he tried to make about the job.

“I won’t always be around to fix your problems,” he said, sounding frustrated.

“And I don’t need you to. I can handle them myself,” you replied, crossing your arms.

“It’s not a safe place for you,” he insisted, gripping the wheel a little tighter.

“I’m perfectly capable of staying safe,” you shot back.

He let out a sigh. “Just quit that stupid job already.”

You met his gaze, stubborn as ever. “Nooooo!”

He rolled his eyes. “Stubborn as ever.”

You shrugged. “Takes one to know one.”

Jongho’s car stopped abbruptly outside your house, and he turned to you, his eyes sharp and unwavering. His clenched jaw made it clear he was not having it and was gonna combust any minute.

You tried giving him a reassuring smile as you turned towards him. “Jongho, quit worrying,” you teased gently. “I know I am your favorite problem to take care of but I am fully capable of handling myself.”

He met you in the eye as the corner of his lip went to a smirk, “A ‘favorite problem,’ huh ? You sure are babygirl.” His hands gently carassed you exposed thigh, rubbing the smooth skin as the mini dress you were wearing slid up a bit while you were busy arguing with him.

This is how it begins You thought as you gulped while you heart raced at the thought of whats about to come your way.

“Jongh-” You were soon cut off as his grip tightened around you thighs, a red tint creeping up your skin as a tiny yelp left your lips.

His voice was low, edged with warning .“You were calling me what again babygirl ?”

“S-Sir…Jongho sir. Sorry” You replied in a sudden polite tone, which was not yours a few minutes ago.

As you stammered your response, Jongho’s grip on your thigh tightened just a little more, his eyes glinting with something unreadable yet intense. Without another word, he shifted, one strong arm looping around your waist and tugging you toward him. The motion was quick, leaving you with barely a moment to react before you were guided into his lap, legs draping across him.

Your hands instinctively found his shoulders for balance as you tried to steady your breathing. His fingers pressed firmly against your lower back, pulling you even closer, and you could feel the warmth of his breath brushing your cheek.

Before you could process the straddling position you were in, his lips captured you with anger and hungry desire which you reciprocated with equal lust. You hands messily tangled with his hair while his large hands captured your ass, grounding you on his now hard length which very evidently poked against your thighs. His tongue licked you bottom lips, occassionally biting and earning a soft moan out of you. You lower half was busy grinding against his clothed hard legth while tugged his roots, urging him to keep going.

Ohh…if this is way he plan on teaching you a lesson, you would happily push his buttons, You thought as Jongho deepened the kiss, his tongue explored the deliciousness of your mouth while his his hips rolled beneath you, providing just the right amount you friction to satisfy the ache of your clothed dripping core.

The steamy kiss continued for a few more minutes as he guided you hips with more need, quickening your pace while drinking up all the pretty moans that left your lips. As you rubbed your core against him, you could feel the yourself just over the edge. You movement became needy as you broke the kiss and held him close while an intense release was ready to wash over you. Jongho smirked as he held you close while his hands mercilessly rocked your hips over his length.

“Jongho…ughhh…I am soo close” You whimpered as you nestled you head in the crook of his neck, you hot breath tingling his skin while he gently carassed your hair, “A little bit more baby” His voice soothed the release that was about the wash over you like a tidal wave when all of it abruptly stopped.

You were shocked and whimpered, deprived of an almost at the egde release when he meets your eyes, his hands off your hips, not grinding anymore as well, a devilish smirk danced on his lips.

“Jongho what the fu-” You whimpered as you hastily tried to pull his hands back to your hips. Only this time it did not work as he grabs your hands behind you while pulling you towards him, his hot breath fanned against your ears as he murmurs, “Told you honey, this is my lesson. I teach it how I want, Understood ?” He asked, a breathy low chuckle reached you. The reality hit you as recovered from the deprived release as you slightly nodded, meeting him in the eye.

“Words honey. Use your words” He demanded, tightening his grip around you hands, definite to leave finger marks.

“Yess Sir” you squeaked out.

“That’s like my little bunny” He replied, smiling but still having that authoritative look on his face which tells you he wasn’t done with you here. “Turn around for me, babygirl. Will you ?”

You obeyed, not wanting to be deprived of another release, especially as your body was now greedily craving one. You settled back on his lap, straddling him while your back rested against his chest. He worked on the zipper, and the dress smoothly slipped off your shoulders.

“You love it when I’m like this with you.” His mouth latched onto the skin of your neck as he covered it with kisses and bites, his large hands finding your breasts. He cupped them, kneading gently, while continuing his assault on your neck. His fingers pinched your nipples a little too hard, earning a yelp.

“Yes, Sir,” you managed, though words were getting harder to form as he grew more handsy, making you bite your bottom lip. Jolts of electricity coursed through your body as he alternated between pinching your nipples, circling them with his fingers, and then pinching again, a little harder. Your body trembled from the delicious pleasure his fingers alone could give, filling the car with soft, pretty moans.

Thankfully, no one was on the empty streets to witness the fun inside the BMW parked discreetly across the road. His tinted windows concealed you both from the world outside, while inside, your world was falling apart in his embrace.

Satisfied with playing with your breasts, his fingers slid down toward your aching core, leaving goosebumps wherever he touched. This wasn’t your first time, but it always felt like one—especially on nights like these when you riled him up a little too much. His fingers pinched your sensitive clit, sending a shudder through your body, before he rubbed at your wet opening. His other hand found your neck, fingers carefully wrapping around your throat as he whispered, “Looks like the lesson got a lot more intense, huh, babe?”

“Ahhh…Sir, I need… I need you right now. Please.” You begged, the release you were deprived of now paining you, and your aching core was proof. He kept the pace, gently rubbing your folds while his grip around your throat tightened, making your breath hitch. His finger slowly entered you, leaving you breathless all over again.

His thick fingers were a lot for your tiny opening, stretching you just enough to make you gasp, and a loud moan escaped your lips as he moved them deeper inside,while tears pricked in you eyes for how intense the whole experience was getting. His mouth was close to your ear, murmuring Look at you, falling apart so easily. Didn’t think you could be this desperate for me.” His voice was a mixture of mockery and heat, making you shiver as he continued, his grip on your throat holding you in place, exactly where he wanted, the pressure making each breath feel headier. Each movement of his fingers seemed to pull you further into an intense, heated haze that left you trembling.

Then, like icing on the cake, he added another thick finger, filling you completely as he increased his pace, each thrust measured and deliberate, each one pulling you closer to a tipping point while tears rolled off your cheeks at the intensity of the moment.Each of thrust precise and deliberate, leaving you even more breathless and whimpery with each passing second. “Next time, remember what happens when you test my patience.” His fingers moved in and out of you, building an overwhelming rhythm that left you breathless, the air thick with the sound of your soft, broken moans.

Your body couldn’t keep up with the overwhelming rhythm he’d set, a mess of broken moans filling the air as you struggled to hold back.Your teary eyes squeezed shut as your face turned toward him, nestling into the crook of his neck, your breaths growing deeper, more ragged. His grip held you steady as his pace intensified, pushing you closer and closer. The tension built to an exquisite peak, until your body finally gave in, trembling and unraveling completely around his fingers as you came undone in his embrace.

As the last tremors subsided, you felt his hold on you soften, his once-commanding grip now shifting into something more gentle, more comforting. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close against his chest as your breathing slowed, both of you basking in the calm that settled in the aftermath. His fingers gently traced along your back, a small but tender gesture that reminded you, after all this dominating play, that he was, after all, your sweet and hella protective boyfriend.

With a soft laugh, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “So,” he murmured, a teasing glint in his eyes, “think you’ve learned your lesson?” His tone was lighthearted, affectionate— a contrast to his earlier intensity.

You couldn’t help but smile, feeling a warmth as you looked up at him. “Maybe,” you replied playfully, resting your head on his shoulder. “But I might need a few more reminders.”

He chuckled, his arms tightening around you as he let out a contented sigh. “Good thing,” he whispered, his voice full of warmth. “I’m not going anywhere, when I have so many problems to solve here.”

“Me being your favorite one” you chuckled and cringed at what you just said, while he laughed softly and held you. No one was moving or attempting to get inside the house.

~ ~ Chérie ☆ signin’ off

DISCLAIMER: This is totally fictional and not a real depiction of the ATEEZ members. It's all just for fun only so please don’t take anything seriously and keep the mood light around here.

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cheriewoo · 6 months ago

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KINKTOBER 2024 — The Unfinished Tales ☆

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(lemme know if u wanna be tagged fr these Unfinished Tales)

SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING BUT I’M NOT ABANDONING THE KINKTOBER FICS

First of all, I’m really sorry to everyone who read, appreciated and were waiting for more of my k-tober stories😭🥺😘! I’m in my final year of university, and my exams and projects were fucking intense and completely drained me😭, which is why I had disappeared from here.

Second, I’m so sad I wasn’t able to finish the Kinktober event on time. I don’t want to abandon it, though, because the ideas I had for the last week were pretty wild and honestly some of my favorites🥵. I definitely want to finish them. (Will you guys read it? 😗)

So, with all that out of the way, I’ll be finishing the last 7 fics, and they’ll all be releasing on the same day: November 15, 2024. Mark your calendars, honey. A tidal wave is coming your way!

Here’s a sneaky peek at what’s in store for you. ENJOYYY! 😋

~ ~ Chérie ☆ signin’ off

DISCLAIMER: This is totally fictional and not a real depiction of the ATEEZ members. It's all just for fun only so please don’t take anything seriously and keep the mood light around here.

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cheriewoo · 7 months ago

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Chemistry Better Than Chemistry | Jeong Yunho ☆

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☆Day 25 : Hate Fucking

↬ [ Synopsis ] : They say your chemistry with Yunho is better than any experiment in the lab, yet all you two do is fight. But with your research paper publication hanging in the balance, a kiss to shut him up, and a wild night in the lab… are these enemies about to become lovers?

☆Word Count : 3.9k ☆Genre : Smut, Angst, Non-idol Au, Student Au. ☆Pairing : Lab Partner! Yunho x F.Reader

WARNINGS : mdni!, Academic Rivals to lovers, childhood enemies to lovers as well, lots of banter, flirting, angst, chem lab setting, lgbtq friendly, lots of teasing, neck kisses, biting and hickeys, love hate relationship, semi public sex ( they do it in the lab), fingering (F.recieving), steamy makeout sess, unprotected sex but Yunho’s pull out game is strong ( y’all wrap it, you don’t have a Yunho with you), petnames (babygirl), a bit fluffy at the end.

NOTE : Dropping Day 25 with my bias Yunho for you all. I am grinding hard to catch up because I was busy with exams so now I am working hard to finish this kinktober on time. Hope y’all enjoy this piece, I loved writing it so much. I love writing banter and this one has loads of it.

The Academic rivals to lovers was a piece I wanted to write after having finished all of Ali Hazelwoods books recently so I hope you guys shower this piece with a lot of love ma chéries.

"Ahh! Why do you have to leave everything unfinished ?" Your lab partner, Yunho yelled from his side of the counter, safety glasses perched on his nose as he mixed the concentrates to complete his part of the experiment.

"I’m done. I finished my part of the experiment ten minutes before submission time. And you, mister, are running late." You pause, giving him a smug smile before continuing, "So why don’t you zip it and finish your work?" With that, you gather your things and make a beeline for your professor, Professor Namjoon.

"Professor! I’m done. I’ve wrapped up my work. Now, pleaseee consider publishing my research paper," you plead to Professor Namjoon, under whom both you and Yunho are working. By the end of the term, he will be publishing the research paper.

The problem? Only one of you gets to publish the paper under him.

And it’s for sure going to be you!

Namjoon gives you an assuring smile. Assuring, but not confirming.

"Professor, I don’t think you should allow someone who leaves everything half-finished to publish a paper under your name. That would tarnish your glorious reputation." Yunho snarks while handling the test tubes and chemicals.

"And sir, you shouldn’t allow someone who’s never punctual with deadlines. Always running late and making a mess." you retort, flashing him a smug smile that only serves to irritate him further.

"Professor! She’s a danger to humanity. At the speed she works, she’s bound to cause an explosion if she doesn’t slow down." Yunho fires back. You scoff but refuse to back down.

"Sir, he’s a turtle... slow and slower, but never steady. At this rate, the experiment might wrap up by 2050. I’m the asset here while he’s the liability." you counter, each line pushing Yunho’s buttons even further.

A loud bang startles you both, breaking the argument as you whip around to see a very angry Namjoon. Uh-oh. Your research paper!

"Three things," Namjoon says, his voice low and authoritative, that dangerous tone he reaches when you and Yunho go too far. "First, stop fighting in my lab like five-year-olds. It’s embarrassing to watch." He pauses, giving you a warning look as you side-eye Yunho. "Second, how fast or slow you work doesn’t matter if the result isn’t achieved. I expect teamwork here, not a hare and turtle race." He directs a sharp look at Yunho. "And last but not least, the paper will only be published if you both show me teamwork, not this petty bickering.So,suck it up both of you, or I’ll give the spot to Jungkook." He takes a deep breath after delivering that scathing speech and sits back down as if nothing just happened.

Blinking away the tension, you sign the register and make your way out. "Have a good day, Professor!" you say with a polite bow before exiting the lab.

After returning to the apartment, you cleaned up, prepped dinner, and sat down to finish more of your research paper.Twirling in your chair, you chewed on a kimbap roll while filling Ryujin in on your argument in the lab. Ryujin was on vacation with her girlfriend, Lia. Damn! These business majors have it easy, while you chem majors have to work extra hours, even during breaks.

“Girl! He’s been getting on my nerves now that the paper’s publication date is getting closer.” You took another bite of roll, huffing as Namjoon’s words echoed in your mind.

“Don’t worry. I believe in you, babe. Your name is sealed on that paper,” Ryujin assured you while Lia fed her noodles. You smiled, thinking of how good things were going for Ryujin, remembering the day she came out to you on Lia’s birthday and how nervous she’d been about confessing her feelings. “Oh, hi, Lia unnie!”

“Hi, Y/n! And as Ryujin said, don’t you worry that spot is yours, babe. You have our good juju.” she cheered, flashing you her signature eye smile.You could clearly see why Ryujin fell head over heels for her.

“Ah! I hope that happens, unnie. I’ll treat you both to the best wagyu hotpot if I secure the spot.” you announced, finally feeling a bit better as the aftershocks of the fight faded away. “I miss you two so much. Come back home soon.”

“I’ll be home in two days, babe. Till then, fighting!” Ryujin reassured you before hanging up.

The clock ticked past 10 PM as you dramatically stretched your arms, ready to hammer out more of the research paper. Shuffling through articles, surveys, and notes, you pieced together a bit more of the paper before your eyes began to burn from staring at the screen too long.

Rubbing your eyes to ease the exhaustion, you leaned back in your chair as Yunho’s face crossed your mind.

Hmm... you clearly remembered the first time the rivalry between you and Yunho ignited—he’d beaten you in a 100-meter race in school and teased you for the rest of the day. From that moment on, you swore never to lose to him again. What started as innocent sports rivalry in elementary school had morphed into fierce debate battles in middle school and then into fighting for the top rank in high school. And if you thought it would end there, you were sorely mistaken my friend. Yunho’s stubborn ass followed you to university, where you both landed with top scores in the entrance exam, entered the same chemistry major, and ended up working under Professor Namjoon. Though Yunho would argue that you were the one following him since you’re “that obsessed.”

Looks like you won’t be shaking him off anytime soon.

Pursing your lips, you pushed thoughts of him out of your mind, refocusing on your paper. You didn’t even remember falling asleep at your desk, face pressed against the keyboard—which was definitely going to leave marks on your face by morning.

When you woke with a start, you quickly dressed, packed your bag, and dashed out the door. You were an hour late. Ahh, that stupid alarm clock! You barely remembered knocking it off the table in your sleep. Sneaking into the lab without drawing attention, you took your station next to Yunho’s. While setting up your workstation, Namjoon passed by.

“An hour late, Y/n. I expect more punctuality from my star student.” he remarked in a calm tone before moving on.

“Sorry, sir.” you mumbled, bowing and blinking away the embarrassment as you returned to work. Surprisingly, Yunho was silent, even though he had plenty of chances to throw an insult your way. Hm... maybe the professor’s speech had finally gotten through that thick skull of his.

Lunch break came by super quick, and you dropped everything as you were starving. No, you were famished, given you’d come to the lab in such a hurry that you skipped breakfast. As you started packing your bag, Yunho spoke up, “Leaving things in the middle again, I see.”

Here we go again. Just when you thought you might actually get a peaceful day, Yunho decided to open his mouth.

Noticing the lab was empty, you realized Namjoon had likely gone out for lunch, and you took full advantage of the moment. “Well, unlike you, I can finish my work at lightning speed. So don’t worry about me, pookie. Focus on your own work.” You took a step closer as you delivered your comeback.

“Yeah! The exact speed at which you’re gonna blow this lab up!” Yunho shot back, carefully setting his test tubes aside and taking a step closer. His height definitely towered over your 5'3" frame, but hey, that’s average height, alright? You’re not tiny..he’s just a giant.

“Why are you always in fight-or-flight mode, Yunho? Go blow off some steam with your girlfriend, honey.” you replied, tossing him a smug smile.

“For your information, I don’t have a girlfriend. It’s just you and your face that pisses me off.” He took another step closer. “Ahh, thanks for the compliment! I know I’m cute.” you said, smiling up at him, noting how the gap between you two was quickly shrinking.

“Yeah? Then why don’t you go blow off some steam with that boyfriend of yours?” Yunho shot back, referring to Ryujin.

“Don’t you dare say a word about Ryujin. Don’t drag her into this fight.” you snapped, taking a step closer yourself. How dare he badmouth your best friend?

“Oh, come on! Like I’d ever be jealous of your sad little love life,” he teased, a smirk playing on his lips. “I mean, what’s a date without the thrill of a lab explosion, right? Besides, I doubt anyone could handle your… fiery personality.”

The tension between you two was electric, a standoff neither of you wanted to break. Yunho leaned down, his face infuriatingly close, that smug look in his eyes daring you to snap. You’d had enough.

Without thinking, you grabbed his collar and pulled him down, pressing your lips to his in a fierce, impulsive kiss that silenced him instantly. For a moment, neither of you moved, his shock clear as his grip on the edge of the counter tightened. Then, as if accepting the unspoken challenge, he responded, his hands finding your waist as he kissed you back, just as forceful and unrelenting as every argument you’d had.

When you finally broke away, both of you were out of breath, eyes locked in a silent battle. Yunho’s smirk was gone, replaced by a look of astonishment mixed with something else...something darker, more intense.

“Still want to keep talking ?” you asked, your voice low, giving him a small, triumphant smile as you shifted the bag on your shoulder, ready to leave.

“At least finish what you started instead of leaving it in the middle.” Yunho spoke, referring to your habit of leaving things half-assed, a smug smile creeping back onto his face.

“I’d love to play more with you Yunho, but right now, I am famished, so I’d rather get a proper lunch.” You replied, turning on your heel and stepping toward the door,your hunger pulling you away from the electrifying tension still lingering in the air.

After finishing lunch, you locked in to complete the experiment at hand. With Namjoon taking rounds around everyone’s workstations, the whole room was serious, each person focused on finishing their experiments. Wooyoung, stationed ahead of you and Yunho, was wrapping up his work alongside Seonghwa, while the girls behind yours and Yunho’s were Yeji and Wonyoung who finished their team experiment.

You concentrated, diligently completing your part of the experiment while Yunho silently worked on his. Occasionally, he stole glances in your direction. The kiss still lingered in his mind as he tried his hardest to push away thoughts of the steamy kiss and the memory of your soft lips. You had been his rival since the very first day he beat you in that 100m race, so why was he suddenly experiencing these strange, love-like feelings for his lab partner?

It’s just a kiss, Yunho. Get a grip. She doesn’t even like you to begin with, he thought to himself, stealing another glance at your figure as you worked with full concentration, mixing different concentrates and noting the results down.

The determination with which you worked was infectious; you were fully immersed in the task while the world around you faded away. That was one thing Yunho admired about you, even though you had a habit of leaving things unfinished, you always made a 100% comeback to them and completed them with utmost sincerity, refusing to leave until the work was done. It was also the reason why you were Namjoon’s star student.

“Yunho, finish that up a bit faster. I need it to proceed with the calculations here.” you said, not glancing at him, fully expecting a snarky comeback.

“Okay. Give me a minute.” That was all he said as he wrapped up his part of the work and eventually handed you the concentrate for your calculations. Wow! What in the holy gods of chemistry was this behavior?

Why is Yunho so calm suddenly? Is he planning to kill me with that concentrate? What happened? Was it the kiss? I would have done this way sooner if that’s all it took to shut him up!

Yunho’s strange behavior continued throughout the evening as you both, for the first time, worked as a team, surprising Namjoon, who had no chaos to deal with. The clock hit 9 PM, and everybody wrapped up their workstations, ready to leave as Namjoon approached you and Yunho.

“I’m leaving the keys with you. Lock the lab after you guys are done with the experiments.” Namjoon said, handing you the keys before taking a final look at your experiment, which was coming together nicely, and giving you an appreciative smile. With that, he left, and you and Yunho buckled down to finish the tiny bit of work that was left before you could go home.

Or so you thought, because your lab partner would beg to differ.

While you were fully immersed in the experiment, two hands snaked around your tiny form, trapping you against the counter as Yunho’s hot breath tingled the skin near your ear. “Since we’re alone, babygirl, why don’t you finish what you started during the lunch break? ” he murmured, and you could easily imagine a smug smile on his face.

You tried your hardest to stay composed. “I only finish things I’m actually interested in.” you shot back, smiling as you tested where this might lead, your back still pressed against his chest. No doubt, you felt a little excited after that kiss, knowing Yunho would come back for more.

A low scoff escaped his lips. “The kiss this afternoon said otherwise, babygirl,” he replied, taking the test tubes from your hands and setting them on the counter. Swiftly, he turned you to face him.

He leaned in, his hot breath fanning your face while his lips hovered mere inches away. “So, you were saying…?” he trailed off, his dark eyes filled with unmistakable intent as your gaze flickered between his inviting lips and his intense stare.

“Okay! If we’re doing this, let’s get one thing straight, I still hate you.” you said, tugging him closer by his coat collar to close the distance.

“I wouldn’t change a thing about it.” he smiled, capturing your lips in a hungry, primal kiss. His hands pulled you in by the waist, your bodies now pressed tightly together.

Tugging at his roots, you urged him to deepen the kiss, his tongue brushing against your lower lip, asking for entrance. Allowing him in, your tongues intertwined, battling for dominance as Yunho pressed you against the counter. Sucking on your lower lip, he earned a soft moan from you, which only spurred him on. In a hurry, his hands worked to remove your lab coat while you simultaneously slipped his off. He perched you on the lab counter, not breaking the kiss, his hips pressing against your core and you could feel the evidence that this little game of yours had made him hard.

Grinding himself against you, he moved down to your neck, leaving a trail of purple marks along your soft skin. You arched your neck, giving him better access, occasionally tugging at his hair and earning a deep groan in response.

“You know,” you breathed out as he kissed the delicate spot behind your ear, pulling another moan from you, “if I didn’t hate you so much, I might actually think you’re cute.”

If you were honest with yourself, Yunho was driving you crazy with his mouth alone, and the friction of him grinding against your core only heightened your anticipation for what was to come.

“You know I’m too charming for you to resist. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have kissed me in the first place.” he replied, pausing to take in the haze clouding your gaze. He scoffed, clearly pleased with himself for being the reason you were in this state.

“For someone who claims to hate me, you sure spend a lot of time looking at me.” you shot back, voice low and dripping with desire, loving the thrill of pushing his buttons, knowing it would bring you more of what you craved.

Maintaining eye contact, he let his hands slide down to the waistband of your pants. “Someone has to keep an eye on you.” he murmured, pulling your pants down. His hands trailed down your smooth thighs, his touch leaving goosebumps in its wake. Kneeling down, his fingers traced the outline of your clothed heat, a proud smile tugging at his lips as he felt the damp fabric.

He rubbed against the soaked cloth, making you throw your head back, legs parting for him. Slipping the material aside with one finger, he let another dip into your wetness. A gasp left your lips, and your head tipped back as he slipped his middle finger inside, your hot, slick walls welcoming him easily.

He pumped his finger in and out, and you quickly unraveled, reduced to a moaning mess on top of the counter. Soon, he added another finger, intensifying the sensation and drawing a whimper from you. “Yunho… morrreeee...” you breathed out, toes curling as his skilled fingers pushed you toward the edge.

“Want more, babygirl? Ask nicely.” he teased, slowing his fingers to a torturous pace that left you whimpering, begging him to go faster.

“Yunho, please, I-I need more..” you begged, lips parted, and, satisfied, he quickened his movements, his fingers pumping into you as his thumb circled your sensitive clit. With a cry, you came around his fingers.

Was Yunho done with you? Absolutely not. His eyes, darkened with lust, met yours with a smug smile that told you you were in for a long night.

Pulling his fingers out of you, he brought them to his mouth, licking them clean as he held your gaze. You swallowed at the sight, wondering how you both had ended up here when just yesterday, you couldn’t stand each other.

Guess this was the steam that needed blowing off.

“Open.” he commanded, tapping his finger against your lips. You obeyed, taking his long digits into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them as your hands worked to undo his pants. Sucking on his fingers, you watched as Yunho slipped out of his boxers, revealing his large, hard, and thoroughly tempting length. Your mouth watered as he stroked himself, preparing to enter you. Pulling his fingers from your mouth, he smirked, tasting the faint trace of you on them as he did.

With a quick tug, he removed your panties and aligned himself at your entrance, your core practically begging for him to fill you. His signature smug smile remained as his eyes held yours, and you gripped his shoulders as his tip pushed through your walls, stretching you deliciously as he finally bottomed out. He paused, letting you adjust to his length, and you gasped before nodding him to continue.

With your permission, Yunho began to move, each thrust slow but steady, reaching deep, hitting that perfect spot inside you. Your vision blurred with pleasure as he drove into you, his pace intensifying, while his lips found yours again. With every thrust, he pushed you closer to the edge, and you could feel another climax building, waiting to crash over you like a wave.

Yunho’s pace quickened, his thrusts growing deeper, each one hitting that perfect spot inside you.His lips pressed against yours, swallowing your gasps as the pressure built up fast, and each movement pushed you closer to the edge until you couldn’t hold back anymore.

Your hands gripped his shoulders tightly, fingers digging into him as the building tension finally snapped, sending you spiraling into release. A wave of pleasure washed over you as you hard around his cock , pleasure consuming you completely as you clenched around him, your body trembling in his arms. Yunho’s name slipped from your lips, mingling with the breathless moans he drew out of you, his hips never faltering as he rode you through the high.

Yunho’s thrusts slowed as he guided you through the last waves of pleasure, his own breaths turning ragged. After a few moments, he pulled out of you, warmth spilling onto your thighs as he held you close. Your bodies remained tangled as you both caught your breath, hearts still racing.

Pressing a gentle kiss to your hair, Yunho kept his arms wrapped around you, neither of you willing to let go just yet as you came down from the high together.

After a while, recovering from the delicious pleasure, you slipped out of his arms. “Happy? I finished what I started.” you shot at him, smiling as you cleaned yourself with a tissue from the counter.

“Who finished whom? From what I remember, someone was begging me for more.” Yunho replied playfully, taking the tissue from your hand to help clean you up.

“Let’s not get cocky now, baby boy. I might get mad again.” you teased with a pout, and he just grinned back.

“Good thing I like you mad.” he said, flashing you a wicked smile.

After cleaning up, you both wrapped up your work for the night and decided to head home.

The next morning came sooner than expected, and you and Yunho found yourselves standing in front of Namjoon as he reviewed your research papers. They weren’t fully finished, but he wanted to see the progress.

“Hmm… not bad. Not bad at all,” he said, handing the papers back to both of you. “I have news for you both.” he added, and you stiffened, anticipating he might not publish your paper or perhaps had given the spot to Jungkook, your senior who also worked under him.

“Since you both took my advice and decided to work as a team yesterday, I’m allowing two papers to be published this term. And with both of your research being so interesting, I can’t help but let you both publish under me.” he said, giving you both a proud smile.

“Really? Professor, you’re not kidding?” you asked, grinning from ear to ear, thrilled that you’d finally get to publish your paper.

“Thank you so much, Professor.” Yunho said beside you, shooting you a smile.

“Yes! I’m letting my two star students publish, so finish up the papers quickly. The deadline is near.” Namjoon smiled before returning to his seat.

The whole lab erupted in applause, and congratulations were offered to both of you. Returning to your workstation, memories of the previous night crossed your mind. You didn’t notice when Yunho came up beside you, waving two tickets in front of you.

“I have an extra ticket, if you’re free tonight,” he asked casually.

“Jeong Yunho, are you asking me on a date?” you teased, as Wooyoung looked back briefly before smiling and returning to his work.

“Hey, keep it down! And who said it’s a date… I just happened to have an extra ticket,” he paused, then added, “But if you don’t want it…”

You snatched the ticket from his hand, smiling. “I’ll take it. I’ll take it. I mean, it’d be a crime to let someone else suffer in your company!” you teased, grinning at him. Yunho returned the smile before heading back to his work.

As you returned to your own work, you could hear Wooyoung whisper to Seonghwa, “Their chemistry is way better than actual chemistry.”

~ ~ Chérie ☆ signin’ off

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Who’s Gonna Tell Her ? | Kim Hongjoong ☆

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☆Day 24 : Virginity loss

↬ [ Synopsis ] : After a grand festival, a blissful night of Phoenix Kingdom’s rice wine, and sweet encounters with Prince Hongjoong, will you, the Dragon Princess, be able to resist him or will you surrender completely as he takes your innocence? Is this the end, or are wedding bells about to ring?

☆Word Count : 5.07k ☆Genre : Smut, Angst, a long plot, Historical Au. ☆Pairing : Prince! Hongjoong x Princess! F.Reader

☆☆☆WARNINGS : mdni!, Pure smut(18+), with some plot, Historical setting, pretty descriptive settings, virginity loss, neck kisses and bites, nipple play, fingering (fem recieving), unprotected sex (be responsible honey), both Hongjoong and y/n's kingdoms are close friends, mentions of alcohol, fluff at the end, romance.

NOTE : Day 24 is here for you as well. I am grinding hard to catch up because I was busy with exams so now I am working hard to finish this kinktober on time.

This story began when I was watching The Apothecary Diaries, so the setting is inspired by the show. A royal backdrop is new territory for me, so please forgive any mistakes as I try to immerse you in the Phoenix Kingdom and its grandeur.

Also, I’m officially declaring Ryujin as my best friend 😁🥺—she’ll be making an appearance as Y/N's bestie in every fic (fight me if you disagree)!

And one more note: I’m writing a virginity loss kink for the first time, so I aimed to portray it respectfully for both characters. Any rookie mistakes, feel free to enlighten me in DMs or comments!

"Y/n, who are you most excited to meet at this banquet ?" your twin brother Felix nudged as your carriage neared the Phoenix Kingdom. Your Dragon Kingdom, one of the Phoenix Kingdom's oldest allies, had maintained close ties for years and was always invited to the extravagant event the Firebird Kingdom held each year.

The Rising Fire Festival was a grand celebration hosted annually by Phoenix Emperor Seonghwa to commemorate a successful year. He invited friends and close acquaintances, including your brother, Emperor Bangchan.

“I’m excited to meet everyone, Felix. Why are you asking that specifically, though ?” You narrowed your eyes at your twin playfully. “I’m excited to see Prince Wooyoung and my best friend Princess Ryujin from the Tiger Kingdom, and also Princess Yeji from the Crane Kingdom as well. So, there are a lot of friends I’m looking forward to meeting.”

“What about Prince Hongjoong ? Aren’t you excited to see him ?” Felix teased, knowing about your tiny crush on the Phoenix prince.

“Oh, yeah! He’s going to be there as well, right… I’m looking forward to seeing him, too. It’s been a while.” you replied, trying to stay composed and not fall for Felix’s teasing, though your face betrayed you as a red blush crept up your cheeks.

“Yeah, yeah, sure… who are you kidding ?” Felix continued to tease. “Just don’t jump into his arms when you see him.”

As the redness on your cheeks intensified, you shot back, “Shut up, Felix. I hope Princess Lia ignores you the whole evening. That’ll be enough to punish you for teasing me.” you teased, reminding him of his fiancée, whom he was set to marry in a few months. Felix pouted at you.

You wished for the ride to end soon, eager to escape your irritating twin, while Hongjoong’s face crossed your mind, bringing a smile to your lips. You really couldn’t wait to see him.

The alliance between the Dragons and Phoenixes spanned decades, beginning when your father and Seonghwa’s father were close friends, sharing resources and enjoying hunts together. Seonghwa and Bangchan had continued the friendship, maintaining a close political bond and sharing resources.

The carriage finally came to a halt, pulling you from your thoughts as you looked out the small window and took in the grandeur of the Phoenix Kingdom. A footman helped you and Felix out of the carriage, and as your eyes sparkled at the breathtaking scene before you, you saw Felix mirroring your expression.

The “Rising Fire” festival of the Phoenix Kingdom glowed with splendor unlike any other. The palace grounds had been transformed, each corner adorned with golden lanterns and flowers in fiery hues, symbolizing the warmth and power of the Phoenix King, Emperor Seonghwa. This grand event gathered royals from allied kingdoms, each arriving to pay their respects and express gratitude to the ruler of the Phoenix Kingdom.

As you and your brothers entered the vast palace courtyard, you couldn’t help but marvel at the beauty surrounding you. Your elder brother, Emperor Bangchan, walked proudly in the center, his dignified presence impossible to ignore, while your twin brother Felix, on his other side, wore a sweet grin, his eyes darting around to take in the sights while also looking for his fiancée, Princess Lia. The royal guards, dressed in red and gold armor emblazoned with phoenixes, bowed deeply as your party approached, adding to the already festive atmosphere.

Inside, the grand banquet hall was bustling with nobles and royals, all dressed in their finest attire. Towering red pillars carved with phoenix motifs seemed to dance in the flickering candlelight, while golden banners embroidered with images of mythical creatures soaring through flames served as tributes to Seonghwa and the powerful lineage he represented.

Emperor Seonghwa shone like a true Phoenix in his richly embroidered attire, his captivating smile greeting everyone with warmth. You and your brothers went ahead to greet him, though your gaze drifted toward his younger brother, Prince Hongjoong, who was nearby, keeping a group of princesses entertained.

A tiny spark of jealousy glinted in your eyes as Felix noticed and snickered, drawing your attention back to what Seonghwa and your brother were discussing.

Hongjoong, dressed in deep red robes embroidered with gold and black phoenixes, was the picture of royal elegance. His eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as he greeted each guest, an ease only years of practice could give. Girls whispered and giggled like admirers as he passed, casting flirtatious glances his way. While respected for his loyalty to the Phoenix Kingdom, Hongjoong had a reputation for enjoying the luxuries of royal life, including the attention of many his admirers.

When his gaze finally met yours, he politely excused himself and made his way toward you. Seeing him approach, you quickly excused yourself, grabbing Felix to head toward the food area where your other friends were. You needed Ryujin to hype you up before facing Hongjoong.

“Y/n! Over here!” Your best friend, Princess Ryujin, called from the drinks section. You spotted Wooyoung next to her, deep in conversation with Yeji and Lia, while stuffing his face with food. Typical Prince Woo. Felix’s eyes lit up as he spotted Lia in her beautiful attire, and with that, he left your side to greet her.

“Ryujin!” You hugged her, whispering, “Save me, please. Hongjoong is coming this way.” Ryujin chuckled at your cry for help but nodded, as you smoothed your dress, greeting Wooyoung and Yeji while anticipating Hongjoong’s arrival.

From the corner of your eye, you saw him greet your brother before heading toward your group, his strides confident and relaxed, a smile growing on his face as he approached. Greeting each of your friends, he finally turned to you. You exchanged a nervous look with Ryujin, who responded with a cheerful grin.

Hongjoong’s gaze lingered on you with a hint of something more than polite curiosity, his eyes sweeping over you appreciatively. "The Dragon Empire's beauty is not just in its landscapes, it seems. You look beautiful, Princess Y/n." he said with a smirk, letting his gaze drop to admire your attire. Your gown was a deep, shimmering emerald with golden accents featured intricate dragon embroidery symbolic of your empire, with scales that seemed to shine in the candlelight. "You wear your heritage with elegance, Princess. It suits you perfectly."

“Thank you, Prince Hongjoong,” you replied politely, bowing slightly to the young prince.

“I hope our celebration has been as enchanting as you expected, Princess,” he continued, his tone dropping slightly, just enough for you to notice. “The Phoenix Kingdom holds this celebration every year to remind us all of our alliances and shared prosperity.”

You met his eyes, feeling a thrilling spark. "It certainly lives up to its reputation," you replied, smiling. “The Phoenix Kingdom is beautiful, and the hospitality here is… unforgettable.”

“Then I am glad,” Hongjoong replied, his smile deepening. “Perhaps I can make it even more memorable for you, if you’ll allow me.”

Felix chuckled softly beside you, exchanging a knowing glance with Ryujin and the others.

“Perhaps our Dragon Princess would enjoy a dance. I heard you’re a great dancer, Prince Hongjoong,” Ryujin teased, her eyes flicking between you and Hongjoong as everyone awaited his response.

As musicians began to play an elegant melody, Hongjoong offered a cheerful, pearly smile and extended his hand. “Whatever the princess wishes, the princess shall have,” he said warmly. “Would you join me for a dance, Princess ?”

Accepting gracefully, you took his hand and stepped onto the dance floor, while your friends stepped back, leaving you and Hongjoong to the moment. The night air was thick with the scent of sandalwood incense and plum wine, the celebratory atmosphere almost intoxicating as you immeresed yourself in the beautiful moment.

Your heart skipped a beat as your bodies moved to the soft melody, your hand resting in his soft yet firm grasp. All eyes turned to watch as the two of you glided together. It felt as though every step brought you closer, both in movement and spirit.

The celebration continued around you, filled with laughter and joy, yet in that moment, it felt as if you and Hongjoong were the only two in the room. The flickering lanterns cast golden shadows across his face, highlighting his dark eyes and the slight smile playing on his lips.

Leaning in close, he murmured, “You may find that there’s much more to the Phoenix Kingdom than what meets the eye, Princess. It’s changed quite a bit since you and your friends last visited.”

You glanced up, warmth spreading within you. “I look forward to discovering everything it has to offer, Prince Hongjoong.”

“Perhaps we could all enjoy some quiet time in the gardens once the party ends. We could reminisce over a few drinks like old times. Do you remember when we used to play together in the gardens as kids ?”

“I do,” you replied, holding his gaze as a beautiful smile crossed your lips. “And I’d love a chance to wind down after all this excitement.”

As the night deepened, the celebrations spilled over into the cherry blossom gardens, where you, Felix, Hongjoong, Wooyoung, Ryujin, Lia, and Yeji found a cozy spot beneath the canopy of plum trees. The soft glow of the nearby lanterns cast a warm light over your small group as laughter and clinking cups filled the cool night air.

Hongjoong had brought out several bottles of the Phoenix Kingdom’s finest rice wine, smooth and sweet, and as each of you raised your cups in endless toasts to family, friendship, and adventures, the hours began to blur while the night enveloped you and your friends.

Felix was in rare form, laughing heartily as he exchanged stories with Wooyoung, who matched him drink for drink. Ryujin, Lia, and Yeji joined in on the fun, each sharing mischievous grins and occasionally teasing you, which made you all laugh even harder.

The conversation flowed easily, and so did the wine, the scent of which mingled with the night air. Inhibitions slipped away as the night wore on, and with Hongjoong’s shoulder brushing against yours every now and then, butterflies rumbled in your stomach too hard to ignore.

You lost track of how many times Prince Wooyoung and Felix refilled your cup. The night turned into a beautiful blend of laughter and music. It all felt like a dream with Hongjoong beside you, his hand resting on yours, fingers grazing over your knuckles. It sent a thrill through you, though you were too lightheaded to think clearly under the influence of the wine.

Everything started spinning around, and you wanted to lay down, so you attempted to stand up in order to leave for your room.

“Y/n, sis, sit down. You will fall.” Felix tried to stop you, dragging you by your hand to make you sit.

“I want to lay down, Lix.” you said, using the nickname you only employed when you were too tipsy. “I want to go to my chambers.” You started to leave when Hongjoong stood up as well, smoothing his outfit.

“Don’t worry, Prince Felix. I will show her to her chambers safely. I am feeling sober.” he assured your twin before taking your hand with one while his other hand held your waist.

When you finally stumbled back to your room, memories of the night floated through your mind in fragments, but one memory felt clear, too vivid to ignore. In it, Hongjoong was close, his touch warm and possessive, as if he were holding onto something that already belonged to him. The memory left you feeling breathless, heat still lingering as you drifted into a deep sleep.

The next morning, you awoke disoriented and drained, your head throbbing with ache, all thanks to the uncountable glasses of wine you had drunk. Something felt different, but you couldn’t put your finger on exactly what had happened. You rubbed your temples, trying to piece together the foggy memories of last night but miserably failed to do so.

As you slowly gathered yourself, a memory emerged in your mind with faint clarity. A dream that suddenly made you feel hot all over.

The dream of Hongjoong. A dream of his touch, his hot breath against your skin, the feeling of surrendering to him entirely. It had felt so real, the sensation still lingering as if it were more than just a dirty play of your imagination. Something felt lost, but you couldn’t figure out what while it ached all over your body.

But surely, it was just a dream... a wet dream at that… right… wasn’t it?

Pushing the thoughts away, you took a long bath and dressed up to join everyone for breakfast in the garden. Everyone else acted normally, and as you joined Felix and Bangchan at the table, you noticed how your brothers and the others exchanged careful glances. They wore pleasant smiles, but you could sense something unspoken between them, a cautiousness in their words around you.

Ryujin, usually one to joke with you about anything, seemed unusually silent and almost… reserved. It felt as if there was a secret flying around in the air, one that you weren’t aware of yet. Though you brushed it off as a drunk night of chaos, an unsettling feeling settled in your stomach.

Three more days passed, and the Phoenix Kingdom’s celebration continued in a grand crescendo, yet you couldn’t shake the sensation. Every day confirmed your doubt that everyone around you was hiding something.

You noticed the subtle glances Hongjoong gave you whenever you crossed paths, they were soft, with something deeper behind them...almost an apology. But he never approached you after that night, as if someone had put up a restraining order against him talking to you. He would excuse himself whenever you were in the vicinity, not sitting next to you while eating. His behavior had taken a 180, and all of this was hurting you while suspicion clouded your mind.

The others’ reactions only confirmed your suspicion that something had happened. Felix and Bangchan were more protective than usual, their attempts at behaving normally now filled with discomfort, as if they, too, were concealing a secret. The words they exchanged about you whenever someone talked about your marriage were extra cautious, stacking up with compliments and creating white lies about your skills and personality. Why were they doing this? You had no idea. But it did feel uncomfortable seeing your brothers act this way.

On the fifth evening of your visit, you wandered through the palace gardens, seeking some quiet alone time among the cherry blooms as you enjoyed the sunset, basking in its warm rays. The gardens had become your place of calm as your discomfort only grew from the unusual behavior of your friends and brothers. You let your mind drift over memories of that night.

And then, like a tidal wave crashing into you, the memories hit, sharp and extremely clear. Flashes of sensation returned: the warmth of Hongjoong’s hands against your skin, the intensity in his eyes, the feeling of giving yourself to him. Everything rushed back, overwhelming you with clarity.

It hadn’t been just a dream. You remembered now, each detail too vivid to deny as the truth sank in. That night, you had surrendered to him entirely, your virginity lost not in some wet and dirty dream but to the man who had held your hand as he returned you safely to your chambers, the man you had feelings for, which you had covered up as a simple crush in front of your brother Felix. You had lost your virginity to the man of your dreams.

~ the wild night ~

You stumbled, your balance wavering as you tried to navigate the dimly lit corridor. Hongjoong, partly sober himself, held you steady, guiding you to your chambers with a firm grip on your arm and waist. You felt a rush of warmth spread through you at his touch as you made your way back to your room, the air thick with the unspoken tension of the evening’s dance, light yet open moments, and his playful touches that almost pushed you to do something impulsive.

As you reached your chambers, a sudden surge of boldness overcame you. Without thinking, you pulled Hongjoong into a deep kiss. His surprise quickly turned into reciprocation, and before you knew it, he was pushing you gently back into the room, the door clicking shut behind you.

The moment the door clicked into place, an electric tension filled the air with unspoken desires. His eyes darkened, filled with a mix of surprise and hunger, as he pressed you against the cool wood. You could feel his warmth radiating against your body, every inch of you igniting under his touch.

As the kiss deepened, his hands tangled in your hair, holding you captive while his other hand slipped around your waist, pulling you closer. The world outside faded away, and all that remained was the taste of him—sweet, intoxicating, and utterly addictive. Your heart racing in sync with the wild pulse of the moment as each kiss ignited a fire within you, urging you to explore and surrender to the heat building between you.

He broke the kiss, breathless, and looked at you with a smirk. “You know how long I’ve been waiting for this ?” he murmured softly, brushing his lips along your jaw.

A smile tugged at your lips as you replied softly, “Maybe not as long as I have.”

His breath came in ragged gasps, and you could sense the same desire mirrored in his gaze and in his fiery urgency to have you right then and there.

The world outside faded away as the room began to fill with your soft moans as his lips traveled from yours to the soft skin of your neck. Each kiss sent shivers down your spine, igniting a fire within you that demanded more. The heat of the moment enveloped you both, and in a frenzy, you began to undress, fingers fumbling as clothes fell to the floor.

His hands moved hungrily over your body, exploring every curve as he peeled away the layers of your body. A low growl escaped his throat when he caught sight of your bare skin, his eyes darkening with desire. You felt bold, a rush of confidence coursing through you as you returned his passion with equal fire.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice rough with admiration.

You felt a flush creep up your cheeks, looking away for a moment before meeting his gaze. “You make me feel that way.”

With a tender yet urgent motion, Hongjoong lifted you effortlessly, carrying you to the bed. He set you down gently, but the intensity of his gaze held a promise of something much more. As he worshipped your body with his lips kissing a path down your chest, igniting a fire with each kiss. When he reached your nipples, his mouth took your soft breast, swirling and teasing, drawing soft moans from your lips. You could feel the heat radiating between you, his eyes dark with desire, mirroring the need that made your core ache while dripping and begging to be attended.

“You taste as good as you look,” he murmured against your skin, his eyes lifting to meet yours, sparking with heat.

Your breath caught as you replied, “Then don’t stop.”

Every flick of his tongue sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, and you gasped, arching your back instinctively, wanting more. Hongjoong’s hands explored your sides, fingers tracing the delicate curve of your waist as he savored every inch of you. The air was thick with tension, your breaths mingling as he reveled in the power he held over you, and you could see the raw hunger in his eyes. Each suck on your sensitive buds made you ache for him, a desperate need building down south.

When his mouth found its way lower to your dripping core, the sensations became even more overwhelming. His fingers slipped between your thighs, teasing and prepping your core as his tongue danced expertly between your folds. Each flick and swirl sent electric jolts of pleasure coursing through your body,pushing you closer to the edge with every sensual lick.

He pulled back just for a moment, smirking up at you. “You’re perfect, you know that?” he whispered, his words fueling the fire within you.

Flushed and breathless, you looked down at him, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “Then don’t stop now.”

As he devoured you, his fingers plunged into your ass igniting a new wave of ecstasy. The combination of his warm mouth and skilled fingers moving intensely inside your asshole brought you closer to the brink, each thrust and swirl sending you spiraling into blissful oblivion. You whimpered beneath him, gasping for breath as waves of pleasure crashed over you, nobody had ever made you feel like this. Nothing ever had felt this good. The bliss that Hongjoong brought to you made you wonder in you are willing to loose your virginity to him.

The world around you began to blur, and all that existed was the electric connection between you and Hongjoong. Just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore, he pulled back, his eyes dark with desire.

“I want you,” he murmured, his voice deep and gravelly as you nodded at him giving your approval. With that, he positioned himself at your entrance, his gaze locking onto yours. You felt a rush of vulnerability as he entered you, the realization hitting him that you were still a virgin. But the way you whimpered beneath him, your hands pulling him closer by the neck deeper into you, ignited a primal urge within him.

His signature smile remained as his eyes held yours, and you gripped his shoulders as his tip pushed through your walls, stretching you exquisitely as he finally bottomed out. He paused, letting you adjust to his length. You gasped, nodding for him to continue, and the way you begged beneath him, urging him to go deeper, drove him wild.

With your permission, Hongjoong began to move, each thrust slow but steady, reaching deep, hitting that perfect spot.. Your vision fogged up as stars shined while your body was consumed with pleasure as he drove into you, his pace intensifying, while his lips found yours again. With every thrust, he pushed you closer to the edge, and you could feel the climax building, waiting to erupt like a angry volcano.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered against your lips, his gaze filled with awe.

Hongjoong’s pace quickened, his thrusts growing deeper, each one hitting that just spot inside you.His lips pressed against yours, swallowing your gasps as the pressure built up fast, and each movement pushed you until you couldn’t hold back anymore. It was a blend of sweet agony and euphoric pleasure as he pounded into you with intense hunger and lust. You felt yourself losing your virginity to him, each thrust erasing any remnants of your innocence.

Your hands gripped his shoulders tightly, fingers digging into him as the building tension finally snapped, as you melted around him, your body coming undone as waves of pleaure washed over you. You came hard around his cock , pleasure consuming you completely as you clenched around him, your body trembling in his arms. Hongjoong’s name slipped from your lips, mingling with the breathless moans he drew out of you, his hips never faltering as he rode you through the high.

The night became a blur of pleasure, each moment more intoxicating than the last. You were lost in a sea of sensation, your moans mingling with his deep groans as you surrendered completely to the wild passion of the night.

~ ~

You stumbled, catching yourself on a stone bench as the truth sank in. A mix of embarrassment, confusion, and something deeper washed over you. Now everything finally made sense—why everyone was behaving so cautiously around you. From your brothers to your best friend Ryujin, everyone.

Do they all know? Does Hongjoong remember the night? If so, why is he suddenly avoiding you? Do your brothers know? Is Emperor Seonghwa aware of it as well?

To be honest, you didn’t regret losing your virginity to Hongjoong, especially since you had dreamed of marrying him in the future. Given your kingdom’s close alliances, that possibility felt within reach. However, you couldn't shake the worry about what was running through Hongjoong’s mind.

“Y/N! Why are you here all alone?” Ryujin’s voice pulled you back to reality.

“Ryujin, I’ve done something terrible, something a princess should never indulge in,” you confessed, your heart racing. “I lost my virginity to Prince Hongjoong.”

“I know,” she replied softly, a hint of understanding in her eyes. “We all know, Y/N. The maid found you both in your chamber… naked.” Her hand gently caressed your back, offering comfort.

“Why didn’t anyone tell me? And why is Hongjoong avoiding me now? Does he regret that night?” You felt the weight of your confusion pressing down on you.

“We wanted to give you time to process everything. Emperor Seonghwa instructed Hongjoong to keep his distance until you remembered the night, so he wouldn’t risk hurting you. Plus, he wanted to protect the decade-long friendship with your brother,” she explained.

Suddenly, everything began to click into place.

With that information, you dashed through the corridors, your heart racing as you made your way to Felix's room. Throwing open the door, you found Emperor Seonghwa, Bangchan, Felix, your mom, and dad all deep in discussion. The atmosphere shifted as they turned to you, surprise washing over their faces.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Felix asked, concern knitting his brows together as he stood up to reach you.

You hesitated, the weight of your revelation heavy on your chest. “I, um… I need to tell you something important,” you stammered, your voice shaking. “I… I might have… lost my virginity to Prince Hongjoong.”

A profound silence enveloped the room, your confession hanging in the air. To your astonishment, they exchanged knowing glances before Seonghwa spoke.

“We already knew,” Seonghwa said gently, a hint of warmth in his eyes. “And we support you both. My brother wants to marry you, Princess Y/N.”

“What?” you gasped, your heart racing. “But… why? Is it out of pity? I don’t want him to feel obligated.”

Bangchan stepped forward, his expression earnest. “It’s not pity, Y/N. He genuinely cares for you. We all believe he’s serious about his feelings.”

Your mother chimed in, her voice soft yet reassuring. “This isn’t just a whim for him. Hongjoong sees a future with you, and he’s willing to stand by you through everything.”

“But what if it’s just because of the situation? I don’t want to be a burden.” you replied, uncertainty swirling inside.

“Y/N,” Felix said, his voice steady, “Hongjoong is a man of honor. He wouldn’t propose if he didn’t truly love you. Trust in that.”

“I second that, Princess. I wouldn’t have entertained this matter if my brother hadn’t specifically requested it. He does see a future with you as part of it, and we would love the Dragon Princess to become a part of the Phoenix family.” Seonghwa assured you with a warm smile.

You looked around the room, seeing the sincerity in their faces. The weight of your fears began to lift, replaced by a flicker of hope. “So...you all approve?”

“Absolutely,” your dad said with a nod. “We want you to be happy, and if Hongjoong makes you happy, then that’s all that matters.”

Bangchan stepped forward, his expression serious. “Y/n, you need to meet him. He’s waiting for you in the cherry blossom garden. He has something important to say.”

You hesitated not fully sure if this was out of pity or he genuinely felt something for you.

After a moment of contemplation, you nodded and rushed outside. The cherry blossoms danced in the gentle breeze, their petals swirling around you as you approached the standing figure. Hongjoong stood under the trees, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing and determination.

“Y/N,” he began, his voice soft yet steady. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Prince Hongjoong, before you say anything.If you want to marry me out of pity to save me from embarrassment, then I don’t want it!” You spoke with sureity, you loved him, but didn’t want to burden him with your responsibility.

“I would never Princess. You are not a burden to me. Infact, the exact opposite. You are a responsibility I’d happily bear. For the rest of my life." his hand carassed your hair, hoping to provide some assurance. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small piece of paper, unfolding it delicately. “I wrote something for you.”

With a deep breath, he recited the haiku he has written for you :

Under starlit skies,

My soul finds its home in you,

Unending, pure, true.

You felt warmth spread through your chest as his words wrapped around you, erasing the doubts clouding your mind. His gaze locked onto yours, the sincerity in his eyes unmistakable.

He stepped closer, taking your hands gently. “Y/N, look at me,” he said, his voice steady and gaze intense. “I would never propose out of pity. You’ve captivated me in a way no one else ever has. What we shared was real, and I want to honor that. I see a life with you and its not out of duty, but because I truly love you. So, will you marry me?”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as his confession touched the depths of your heart. The fear of embarrassment faded, replaced by the overwhelming realization of his love for you.

“Yes,” you whispered, heart swelling with love. “I accept your marriage proposal, Hongjoong.”

A radiant smile spread across his face as he pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you while cherry blossoms swirled around, creating a perfect backdrop for your future.

In that moment, beneath the blooming cherry blossoms, your destinies intertwined, sealing your love with a promise of forever.

~ ~ Chérie ☆ signin’ off

Disclaimer : This is totally fictional and not a real depiction of the ATEEZ members. It's all just for fun only so please don’t take anything seriously and keep the mood light around here.

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cheriewoo · 7 months ago

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Mutal Midnight Madness | Choi San, Jung Wooyoung, Kang Yeosang ☆

~ ~ call me chérie ☆

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☆Day 23 : Phone Sex

↬ [ Synopsis ] : After a hectic day at work, you decide to hop on a video call with your boyfriends, Yeosang, Wooyoung, and San. A special gift from San becomes your source of joy, while the boys keep you entertained all night.

☆Word Count : 2.9k ☆Genre : Smut, Idol-Au, Crack. ☆Pairing : Idol! Wooyoung x Idol! San x Idol! Yeosang x Stylist! F.Reader

☆☆☆WARNINGS : mdni!, pure Smut (18+), y/n was a stylist for the boys, menace WooSanSang, flirty texts on crack (ss inside for u my loves! 😉 ), use of sex toys (vibrator), phone sex, boys are busy with their “It’s You” mv while y/n is in Italy for her fashion show, lots of riling up, hella suggestive, edging, praise, petnames (cutie, kitten, baby, babygirl )

NOTE : Day 23 with my boys WooSanSang for you all. I am grinding hard to catch up because I was busy with exams so now I am working hard to finish this kinktober on time.

Hope y’all enjoy this piece, I loved writing it so much. I loved writing those flirty msgs on crack so have fun (ss are there waiting for you). Hope you enjoy and show some love to this ma cheries , I have tried something different.

"Let us take care of you, babygirl," Yeosang and Wooyoung assured you as they watched through the screen. The vibrator, San's gift, took you to peaks of pleasure, their names falling from your lips like a prayer, while San's intense eyes never left your beautiful frame.

But how did the midnight madness begin ? Let's rewind a bit.

“Y/n, how is the collection coming together ?” your collection director Amanda, asked as you diligently worked on your first clothing collection, set to be presented at Milan Fashion Week. After working as a stylist for four years, you were finally getting the chance to release your own collection.

“Yeah, it’s coming together really well.” you replied to Amanda, just as your phone pinged with a notification. You quickly turned it off.

“I’m already halfway done with the collection, Amanda. Just a few more pieces and some accessories I have planned. Once those are designed, I’ll be completely finished,” you continued, a satisfied smile spreading across Amanda’s face as she admired your work.

She noted the intricate details you’d incorporated, impressed by how you’d pulled inspiration from fantasy elements while still keeping the pieces wearable—a challenge you had tackled successfully.

“Really amazing work, Y/n. The collection truly feels like one cohesive piece, with different moving parts that all contribute to the main message, pulling it together beautifully.” she complimented you as your phone pinged again. You let out a nervous chuckle, quickly turning it off once more.

“Thank you so much, Amanda. I really hope this collection makes an impact on the Milan runway,” you replied, hoping it would be your big break into the glamorous world of fashion. Another ping.

“I’m sure it will. This might be the star collection of the season, given how diverse it is. It will definitely appeal to a wide audience.” she said. Your phone pinged yet again. “Y/n… that sounds like an important message. Why don’t you check it?” she urged.

“Oh, no, it’s nothing, Amanda. Just a few friends from Korea. You remember when I worked as a stylist there? It’s just them,” you replied, carefully hiding the fact that these friends were actually members of a famous boyband called Ateez.

“Ahh… I do remember. Anyway, I won’t take up more of your time. Good luck hun,” Amanda said before leaving the room. You took a deep breath, only to be startled by another ping on your phone.

A year ago, you had worked as a stylist for KQ Entertainment. Specifically, you were responsible for styling Wooyoung and San. With your social personality, you quickly became close friends with them—they enjoyed your company and admired the outfits you put together for them. Yeosang also became your responsibility to style when his stylist suddenly quit, and that’s where this beautiful, messy journey began: feelings, sneaky one-night stands, and a secret relationship that followed you to Milan. You quit your job as a stylist after a few months when an incredible opportunity arose to work on your own collection under Amanda. Leaving Korea, you moved to Italy but kept in touch with the boys, bound by the fun evenings and party-filled nights you had shared with them.

Finally, you opened the message that had your phone buzzing nonstop. Your eyes lit up at the notifications from your favorite group chat with the boys: Sinners Squad (you all thought the name was kind of silly, but it definitely fit whatever the four of you had going on, so you decided to keep it).

After a hectic evening, you finally returned home, eager for your video call with the boys. You missed them so much, and knowing they were busy shooting the “It’s You” music video only made you crave their presence more. The fact that they still made time for you, despite their hectic schedules, sent a rush of warmth through you.

What started as a no-strings-attached arrangement quickly spiraled into something thrilling. Playful flirting and heated exchanges deepened your bond, and memories of sneaky one-night stands ignited delicious tension between you. Their teasing words dripped with double meanings, leaving you breathless and craving more.

You all respected each other's craft, but the undeniable chemistry kept you longing for those stolen moments together. Their virtual support was laced with flirtation, and you often found yourself blushing at their suggestive comments, knowing this connection was anything but ordinary.

Now, their support came through sultry phone calls and steamy video chats, with each word of affirmation only intensifying the longing you felt for them. The group chat buzzed with playful banter, flirty remarks, and a few cheeky emojis that left you blushing, reminding you of the passionate yet playful connection you all shared.

Finishing your dinner, you freshened up, changing into your night clothes just as your phone lit up. A video call from the boys. Smiling, you picked up the call to find Yeosang’s beautiful, makeup-free face greeting you with a huge smile. In the background, you could hear Wooyoung yelling at Yeosang to stop showing him while he struggled to pull on his pants.

What the heck are you doing, Woo ?

Wooyoung finally managed to pull on his pants, his mischievous grin returning. "Okay okay…I’m decent now. But can you blame me ? This is a very important video call."

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at your lips. "Important, huh ? What are you guys planning ? " as you wiggled your eyebrows at them.

Laughing at your antics, Yeosang leaned closer to the camera, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Yeah, Wooyoung, spill it! Are you going to suggest something scandalous ?"

Just then, San entered the frame, balancing a tray piled high with midnight snacks. “I brought snacks! I figured you guys could use some fuel for whatever trouble Woo was planning.”

“Perfect timing, San!” Wooyoung exclaimed, leaning back in his chair. “We were just about to decide how to spice up this call.”

“Oh really ?” you teased, leaning closer to your camera. “And what did you have in mind?”

Wooyoung’s grin widened. “How about a little game ? I dare you to tell us your wildest fashion story, and we’ll share ours too. Loser has to do a forfeit. Maybe a little strip tease for the camera ?” His challenge was way exciting to say no to do. Nodding you head, you wondered what you could share that will excite them.

You laughed, feeling your cheeks heat up as a few stories swirled in your mind. “You really think I’d lose to you guys?” You shot back at them as Yeosang’s grin widened at you confidence.

San set the snacks down, a playful glint in his eye. “If you think you can handle the competition, then bring it on kitten!” He paused to wink at you before a mischievous smile dawned his face, “But just so you know, I’m pretty good at this.”

Yeosang chimed in, teasingly, “Just remember, Y/n, we have experience in the wild department. Are you ready to lose cutie ?” You chuckled but did not back down from the fun as a long night of spicy and fun conversations awaited you.

“Game on, boys.” you said, feeling the adrenaline rush as you prepared to share your wildest story. “But just so you know, I’m not going down without a fight.”

Wooyoung chuckled, leaning forward,eyes shining with mischief. “I like a girl who’s confident. This is going to be fun, baby.”

Everyone chuckled at his excitement while you set the phone on the bed in a way that they could get a full body view of you while they adjusted their phone to make it a hands free experience.

Wooyoung finally managed to pull on his pants, his mischievous grin returning. "Okay, okay... I’m decent now. But can you blame me? This is a very important video call."

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at your lips. "Important, huh? What are you guys planning?" You wiggled your eyebrows at them.

Laughing at your antics, Yeosang leaned closer to the camera, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Yeah, Wooyoung, spill it! Are you going to suggest something scandalous?"

Just then, San entered the frame, balancing a tray piled high with midnight snacks. “I brought snacks! Figured you guys could use some fuel for whatever trouble Woo was planning.”

“Perfect timing, San!” Wooyoung exclaimed, leaning back in his chair. “We were just about to decide how to spice up this call.”

“Oh really?” you teased, leaning closer to your camera. “And what did you have in mind?”

Wooyoung’s grin widened. “How about a little game? I dare you to tell us your wildest fashion story, and we’ll share ours too. Loser has to do a forfeit. Maybe a little strip tease for the camera?” His challenge was way too exciting to say no to. Nodding your head, you wondered what story you could share that would excite them.

You laughed, feeling your cheeks heat up as a few stories swirled in your mind. “You really think I’d lose to you guys ?” you shot back as Yeosang’s grin widened at your confidence.

San set the snacks down, a playful glint in his eye. “If you think you can handle the competition, then bring it on, kitten!” He paused to wink at you before a mischievous smile crossed his face. “But just so you know, I’m pretty good at this.”

Yeosang chimed in, teasingly, “Just remember, Y/n, we have experience in the wild department. Are you ready to lose, cutie?” You chuckled but didn’t back down from the fun, as a long night of spicy and entertaining conversation awaited.

“Game on, boys,” you said, feeling the adrenaline rush as you prepared to share your wildest story. “But just so you know, I’m not going down without a fight.”

Wooyoung chuckled, leaning forward, his eyes shining with mischief. “I like a girl who’s confident. This is going to be fun, baby.”

Everyone laughed at his excitement while you set the phone on the bed, angling it to give them a full view of you, as they adjusted their phones to make it a hands-free experience.

“Alright, let’s get this game started!” Wooyoung declared, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Y/n, you’re up first. Share your wildest fashion story, and remember, it better be juicy.”

You took a deep breath, feeling heat flood your cheeks. “Okay, okay. So, there was this one time at a fashion show—”

Before you could finish, San interrupted, a playful smirk dancing on his face. “Wait, Y/n. If we’re going to share stories, let’s do it properly. You know, since we’re all friends here…” He leaned closer to the camera, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “I brought something special for tonight.”

Curiosity sparked within you. “Oh ? Okay, San… what have you planned for me?”

He leaned back, a teasing glint in his eyes. “I may have sent you that toy you mentioned wanting to try out. Thought it could help you with your story, kitten.”

Yeosang’s eyes widened in playful delight. “You did what? Now I’m curious! You have to show us, Y/n!”

Wooyoung chuckled, “I knew I liked San for a reason. This just got a whole lot more interesting.” He leaned closer, his voice teasingly low. “Now, how about you give us a little demonstration while you share your story?”

You felt a rush of excitement course through you. “Alright, but you boys better be ready to share something too.” You had already opened the toy that San had sent earlier and were wondering when you’d get a chance to use it.

Guess the perfect opportunity just struck.

As you reached for the toy, Wooyoung licked his lips in anticipation. “Oh, we’re ready. Just make sure you keep your voice down so the hotel staff doesn’t come knocking.”

You smiled coyly, bringing the toy into view. “Just guide me through this, and I promise I’ll keep it interesting.”

“Okay, here’s the plan,” San said, his tone playful yet filled with a hint of seduction as he rubbed his hands. “While you pleasure yourself, we’ll each take turns describing what we’d do to you if we were there.”

“Sounds like a fair deal,” Yeosang added, leaning forward, his voice dripping with flirtation. “I can’t wait to hear what you think about my ideas.”

This whole setup was perfect, given how much you missed them. They could almost feel like they were right beside you. Wow! Why have we never tried this before, you thought as Wooyoung’s voice pulled you back to reality.

Wooyoung spoke, his tone low and inviting, beginning the chain of wild imaginations. “I’d love to start. Just imagine, Y/n. If I was there, I’d slowly push your legs apart, whispering in your ear how beautiful you look, how good you’d feel with my hands exploring every inch of you as you touch yourself.”

San’s eyes glinted with mischief as he joined in. “But don’t forget, Woo. I’d be right there, teasing you about how good you look in those cute pajamas while I watched you pleasure yourself. I’d want to hear every little sound you make as you feel that toy inside you.”

A soft gasp escaped your lips as you turned on the toy, the vibrations sending shivers of delight through your body. You could feel the warmth radiating from the three boys on the screen, their eyes filled with hunger as they watched you.

Yeosang smirked, leaning back slightly, his voice sultry and low. “Just think, Y/n. If we were all together, I’d take my time, tracing my fingers down your thighs while you touched yourself. I’d make you squirm, teasing you until you begged for more.”

Wooyoung leaned closer, his voice a seductive whisper. “That’s right, Y/n. Let us guide you through every part while we pleasure ourselves, too. Just picture us, all together, lost in this moment, completely focused on you.”

You could feel your pulse quickening, the toy’s vibrations mixing with their seductive words, stirring a delicious heat in your core. “I can definitely get used to this.” you said, a sultry smile dancing on your lips.

“Good, because we’re not done yet,” San teased, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Keep going, Y/n. We want to hear every sound, see every expression.”

With every twist of the toy and every word that escaped your lips, you felt the tension building within you. “Oh, you’re going to have to do better than that.” you challenged, your voice dripping with playful defiance.

Wooyoung laughed, his gaze intense. “Alright, Y/n, I’m just getting warmed up. Picture this: I’m right there, kissing up your body, my lips trailing along your neck while you get lost in your pleasure. I want to hear how much you crave it.”

San added, his voice a mix of urgency and teasing, “And I’d make sure you’re completely filled with pleasure, using that toy just like I would with my fingers plunged inside your dripping cunt, pushing you closer to the edge with a relentless pace until you can’t take it anymore.”

You moaned softly, the vibrations from the toy syncing perfectly with their words, urging you closer to ecstasy. “You guys are killing me.” you breathed, biting your lip.

Yeosang’s voice was low and coaxing, “Let go, Y/n. Come for us, baby. Just let the pleasure wash over you. We’re here, we’re watching, and we want you to enjoy every second.”

With a shaky breath, you continued, their voices guiding you deeper into your pleasure. “I can feel it building, guys… I’m so close.” Your hand gripped the sheets as the toy’s vibrations drew soft, pleasurable moans from you. The boys on the other side of the screen, watching your delicious movements with intense gazes, was the cherry on top.

“Amazing,” Wooyoung said, his voice thick with desire. “Now picture all three of us surrounding you, our lips worshipping your neck, your juicy breasts, and silky smooth thighs, our fingers taking turns entering and leaving your sweet cunt, making you feel so good you can’t help but scream our names.”

San chimed in, his words a seductive whisper. “We want to hear you fall apart, kitten. Don’t hold back. Let us feel how much you want us.”

The heat coiling in your belly reached its peak, and you felt yourself just on the edge. “I… I can’t hold on much longer!” you gasped.

“Then don’t.” Yeosang encouraged, his tone coaxing and smooth. “Let it all go, Y/n. We’re right here with you.”

With their voices urging you on, you let the waves of pleasure crash over you, your body responding to every command they gave. “Oh my god!” you cried out, surrendering to the ecstasy that consumed you, the toy helping you ride the high as you came all over your white sheets.

As you rode the wave of your climax, the boys cheered you on, their laughter and encouragement filling the room with warmth and joy.

Finally, as you came down from the high, your breaths came in shaky gasps, your heart racing as you basked in the afterglow of the experience. You looked at the screen, finding them all grinning, eyes bright with mischief and admiration.

“That was something else. Do you want us to send more of those toys, babygirl ?” Wooyoung asked, his expression a mix of satisfaction and playful intrigue, curious about your preferences now after trying the toy for the first time.

“I’d rather have you guys here instead of the toy, but wow, that was an amazing experience.” you replied, not quite ready to replace them with the toy just yet.

San nodded, smirking. “Just wait until we’re all together again, kitten.”

Yeosang added, his eyes sparkling. “Let’s just say, this mutual midnight madness is only the beginning.”

“Yeah! But I’m not against the idea of trying more toys if you want to watch me. So, keep them coming,” you teased before heading to the washroom to clean up, as the boys also hung up to clean themselves as Wooyoung had clearly made a mess of himself watching you pleasure yourself.

After this ecstatic call, your body craved more and more of these midnight moments as you got ready to sleep, bracing for a hectic workday tomorrow.

~ ~ Chérie ☆ signin’ off

Disclaimer : This is totally fictional and not a real depiction of the ATEEZ members. It's all just for fun only so please don’t take anything seriously and keep the mood light around here.

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cheriewoo · 7 months ago

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I Really Like Your Body | Choi San ☆

~ ~ call me chérie ☆

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☆ Day 22 : Dry Humping

↬ [ Synopsis ] : A private gym room, an irresistibly handsome personal trainer San with his unsatible hunger to take you right then and there and a promise to show you the heights of ecstasy. Will you surrender to the temptation ?

☆Word Count : 2.9k ☆Genre : Smut, Angst, Suggestive, Personal Trainer Au, Non idol Au. ☆Pairing : Personal Trainer! San x F! Reader

☆☆☆WARNINGS : mdni!, Pure smut (18+), a lil bit of plot, mentions of weight gain, eating disorder and stress around gaining weight, angsty encounters in the gym, mild public sex ( its a gym! so ofc), neck kisses, nipple play, dry humping, suggestive, praise, pet names (our kitten San calling you kitten), unprotected sex ( be careful ppl).

NOTE : Heyaa loves, Day 22 story is here. Also I am Grinding hard to catchup as my exams had a chokehold on me so please show some love for this fic. Hope you enjoy the heck outta it ma chéries.

“Oh my god, babe, I'm so stressed!” you screamed, standing in front of the mirror as your eyes scanned your body.

“It’s just a teeny tiny bit of weight, hun. It’s not even that noticeable. You’re all good.” your best friend Yeji assured you, lying on the bed.

“And it’s not like the big event is gonna get canceled if you show up a little healthy, right?” Ryujin added, sounding a bit irritated after listening to you complain for over an hour about the small amount of weight you’d put on.

To be fair, Ryujin was right, the event wasn’t going to get canceled over this. But for you, it was a huge day, one where you wanted to look your absolute best. After all, it’s not every day that your whole family of 30, including distant relatives and cousins, comes together for such a big celebration. And that didn’t even include the friends who’d be there.

“If you’re really that worried, I can ask my cousin Hyunjin to hook you up with a personal trainer.” Yeji said, giving you a reassuring back hug and pulling you away from the mirror to stop you from stressing over your body.

“Yeah… I mean, you look absolutely adorable as you are, and you’re gonna crush that event, no doubt.” Ryujin added, giving your cheeks a playful squeeze. “But bitch! go ahead if that’s the only way you’ll stop whining my ears off!”

“Yeah, I guess I’ll go the personal trainer route… I really need it.” you replied. You loved your best friends for always having your back, supporting you through everything, and of course calling you out when you needed it.

“But for now, I’m famished. Let’s go get some tteokbokki!” Ryujin yelled, throwing her hands in the air as Yeji dragged you out the door, not giving you a chance to resist.

As promised, Hyunjin hooked you up with a personal trainer he’d worked with in the past. The trainer was supposed to meet you at your gym, Equinox, about ten minutes ago. Looks like he’s running a bit late.

A light tap on your shoulder brings you out of your thoughts, and you turn to see a tall, muscular man standing in front of you with a kittenish smile.

“Miss Y/n ?” he asks, a bit of hesitation in his eyes, as if making sure he’s got the right person.

“Yeah… umm… are you San ?” you say, standing up. He nods and gives a smile. A very cute smile.

“Hello, nice to meet you. I’ll be your personal trainer at your service ma’am… but I don’t see why you need a trainer. You seem perfectly in shape.” San says, extending his hand. You take it, smiling back.

“Nice to meet you too, San. It’s a long story, and you bet I’m gonna tell you, but for now, can we just jump into some light workouts ? I really need to get these thoughts out of my head.” you reply, trying to push the conversation along.

“Sure, we can.” With that, San guides you to the cardio machine for a warm-up, listening as you fill him in on everything from the big event coming up to your worries about gaining weight, and your past struggles with an eating disorder. San listens patiently, dropping small affirmations about body positivity here and there. Finally, he comes up with a tailored diet plan and workout schedule to help you manage your situation.

Still, he can’t help but wonder what this big event could be that has his beautiful, perfectly healthy client worrying so much.

The next day, San shows up at the gym with your diet plan and workout schedule. You scan the document he has handed you, and while you can definitely work with this diet despite your hectic schedule as the marketing head for your dad’s company, the weights in the workout schedule haunt you.

“Why do I have to lift weights, Saaannnnn?” you whine, pouting. As a child, you had a small accident with weights, which left you scarred for life.

“That’s the fastest way to get in shape,” San explains. “Given your body type and the time crunch we’re under… weights are the way to go, combined with all the other exercises.” He pauses, trying to reason with you and then adds, “Don’t worry, I’ll help you through it all.” as his warm hand gently caresses your back for reassurance.

As days pass, you settle into the routine San has planned for you. Starting your day with a healthy breakfast, accompanied by a big smoothie on your way to work, followed by a nutritious lunch and an afternoon walk, quickly becomes your routine. In the evening, after work, you’d meet San at the gym, where he would meticulously guide you through each workout, pushing you a little more every day and making sure you didn’t give up.

You warmed up to him easily, sharing childhood stories, pranks you’d both pulled on classmates, and tales of failed love affairs. You both talked about almost everything, connecting on a deeper level. You loved going to the gym, eagerly waiting for the clock to hit 7 p.m. so you could share your work stories with him.

San enjoyed your company too. He loved talking with you during each session which felt more like hanging out than working out. He adored how you pouted at the slightest discomfort, how your brows would scrunch as you lifted heavy weights, and how the sweat dripping down your body gave you an almost goddess-like glow. He loved how your workout set hugged your figure in all the right places, accentuating your beautiful curves. He couldn’t take his eyes off the way your chest filled out that tight Gymshark sports bra or the way his body responded each time you squatted, sending a hot thrill through him going straight down to his cock as his mind wandered to the filthiest fantasies of taking you right there against the weight machine.

Wow, wow, wow. What the hell am I thinking? She’s a client. Just a client, and I shouldn’t be thinking such filthy things about her. San pushed those thoughts out of his mind as he focused on you, holding you firmly in place as you did your sit-ups.

“Perfect! That’s 50! Now let’s do 20 more. San encouraged, smiling at you for hitting your goal and gently pushing you to do more.

“San! I’ll die if I do even one more sit-up.” you whined, giving him that cute pouty face that haunted him in the wet dreams he’d started having after meeting you.

“Just 20 more. Come on Y/n, you can do this. Just think of the big event, where everyone will be admiring your beautiful figure as you pass by them. And that’s only possible if you put in the hard work now.” he insisted, tapping your feet lightly to keep you going. With his hands locked so firmly on your legs, running away wasn’t an option, so you continued.

“Sixty-eight…sixty-nine… Just one more San, and I’m done.” You could see the cheeky grin on his face. You lowered yourself once more, then rose up for the final rep. “Seven-ty..” you managed to say, just as your lips accidentally brushed against San’s. You both froze, realizing how close your faces were. You could feel his breath fanning your face, and you waited for him to pull away. His eyes met yours, and what you saw in them told you he wasn’t planning to move back.

This isn’t right. He’s your trainer,your conscience warned, and you quickly pulled back, gulping and blinking the heat away. San’s hands remained firmly on your feet as he looked at you, his expression giving nothing away.

“L-Let’s get started with the ne-next one.” you stammered, and he nodded as you walked over to the cardio machine, trying to banish any dirty thoughts from your mind with San following close behind.

While you followed your usual routine on the treadmill, you could feel the tension thickening in the room. Your normally chatty trainer was unusually silent, his grip tightening around the machine bars as his eyes wandered from your head to toe. The way his gaze scanned your body made you feel hot all over again, so you tried to get him to speak to break the heavy silence that had fallen between you.

“How was your day, San ?” you asked, trying to stay composed given you still had an hour left on the schedule.

“Good.” he replied in a monotone voice, avoiding your eyes.

“Is that neighbor of yours still causing some ruckus ?” you asked, trying to keep the conversation open-ended, but his one-word answers were starting to annoy you.

“No.”

“How’s your mom ?”

“Good.”

“And your dog ?”

“Good.”

“Should we stop this ?”

“No— I mean, yes.” He finally replied, snapping back to reality as you both moved to the next workout. The most daunting one of all. The weights. Normally, San would guide you with his usual bubbly tone, easing you through each lift but today felt especially intimidating and with San's silent demeanor, you were not looking much forward to lifting.

Taking a deep breath, you moved to the weights. Getting into the right form, you lifted the heavy bar onto your shoulders and took your first squat. San stood close by... he usually stayed close to help when you struggled, but today he was a tiny bit extra close. As you stood up from the squat, your ass brushed against his crotch and you could feel his hardening member against you, sending goosebumps all over your body.

Setting the weight back on the stand, you finally spoke, “San, I think we should stop... I’mgonna go home. Not really feeling well.” you said, turning to leave.

“Y/n, wait... umm… we’re not done. Let’s finish the weights.” he urged, following you as you packed your bag on the couch.

“I… I’m not really feeling well, San… umm…” you tried to excuse your way out of the situation, but he pressed on.

“I’m sorry… are you leaving because of me ?” he asked, stepping closer, leaving only inches between you. His hands slowly snaked around your waist as your eyes locked with his.

“Yes… I mean, no! I— we shouldn’t do this.” you stammered, your voice low though his grip tightened around your waist, making it clear he wasn’t letting go. You tried to speak again, squirming slightly in his hold. “San… I-I… We..we—” but he cut you off, his lips hovering close to yours as your gaze flicked between his eyes and his inviting mouth.

“Please…” he murmured, brushing his soft lips against the corner of your mouth. “...stay.”

That was it. It was as if a switch flipped in your mind, and you captured his lips, urgency and hunger taking over you. He matched your passion as his hand cradling the back of your neck, pulling you closer.

Your hands gripped his arms, feeling the strength as he deepened the kiss, each movement full of supressed hunger. His lips were warm and soft moving with a rhythm that sent your heart racing. You tugged at his hair, feeling him groan softly against your lips before he drew you in deeper, his hand slipping to the small of your back to pull you close.

His tongue teased the curve of your bottom lip coaxing a moan as you opened for him. He explored slowly, savoring each second, his fingers trailing up your spine to hold you steady while his touch ignited sparks that tingled through every nerve. Just as breathless as you, he paused with his forehead resting against yours, eyes dark with longing. His thumb brushed your cheek as he murmured, “I didn’t plan this... but I don’t want to stop. Ask me to stop and I’ll end it all at once.”

Still breathless from the steamy kiss, you looked up meeting his intense, feline-like eyes where a glint of mischief danced. Running purely on impulse and adrenaline, you pulled him toward the couch. A silent and inviting yes to his question as his kitten smile you admired so much reappeared on his face.

Gently lying on the couch, San hovered over you, capturing your lips once more. Your hands snaked around his neck, pulling him closer as you deepened the kiss. Moans and heavy breaths filled the private gym room. Thank God it was private, you thought, relieved that no one could walk in on the two of you doing this.

Breaking the kiss, San whispered in your ear, his hot breath tingling the skin nearby, “Loving this, kitten ?” You managed a soft “yes” as your mind slowly turned to mush with the delicious friction from his clothed cock rubbing against your own clothed core, a tight knot of need building in your stomach as your toes curled from the sensation.

His lips found your neck, biting and kissing the delicate skin while he kept up that maddening rhythm. Your pretty moans filled the room as you felt a release approaching. His hands found your chest as he pulled your right breast free from your bra. He latched his mouth onto it, and his movements intensified as he dry humped against you. “Ahhh…San…damn! Keep going.” you begged, tugging his hair and urging him on.

The overwhelming sensation of his mouth sucking your breast, his cock rubbing you to the edge, and on top of all this, his fingers pushing into your mouth to quiet your moans all combined, drove you wild. You took control, gripping his hand and swirling your tongue around his fingers, enjoying the taste of him. “I really like your body, kitten. So hot and beautiful.” he murmured while sucking on your nipple, occasionally nipping at it. “Saaannn…more.” you whined, craving every bit of his attention and he knew just how and when to give it to you.

Pulling his fingers from your mouth, he settled between your legs, parting them to take in the wet mess you had made. The fabric of your shorts was soaked, covered in your slickness as he dragged two fingers over your clothed core. “San…please…” you begged, urgency thick in your voice as you ached to feel him fully.

In one smooth motion, he slipped off your gym shorts, greeted by the sight of your dripping, glistening core. Leaning down, he took a quick lick, savoring the taste of you which only made his mouth water for more as his hard member ached, desperate to feel your warmth. He quickly freed himself from his pants, positioning himself at your entrance.

“Ready for me…kitten ? You have no idea how much I’ve wanted thi.,” he said, flashing his signature kitten smile. Ironic, considering it was what he called you, his kitten. He pushed into you slowly, steadily, stretching your walls as you savored the sensation of his girthy length. A groan slipped from his lips as he bottomed out, then he suddenly paused, remembering, “Kitten…we forgot protection.” You reassured him you were on birth control and he was safe to continue.

With nothing holding him back, he thrust deeply, drawing a sharp gasp from you as waves of pleasure made your vision blur. His pace quickened, each movement more intense as though he was savoring every reaction he drew from you. Each deep thrust pushed you closer to the edge, and you clung to him, breathless, every moan escaping your lips encouraging him more and more.

Your body tightened feeling almost there, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. Just when you felt you couldn’t hold back, you whispered for him to go faster. He did, matching your need, his fast pace pushing you over the edge. In moments, cummed around him, completely emptifying yourself on his hard cock as your cries filled the room while you surrendered to the sensation.

San slowed, his breathing heavy as he pulled out, his release spilling warmly onto your stomach. You both collapsed together, tangled and breathless.Your hearts raced as you both basked in the afterglow. For a moment, you simply lay there, savoring this quiet, shared moment, the workout you planned replaced by this unforgettable connection and intense make out session.

After catching your breath, you both shared a sweet smile before deciding it was time to clean up. A quick shower helped wash away the intensity of the moment, and soon you were both refreshed, stepping out of the gym side by side. As you gathered your things, San glanced over, a small hope flickering in his chest.

“Hey, Y/n….” he began, voice soft, “I had a really good time. Maybe—”

But his words were interrupted as a sleek BMW pulled up in front of the gym. Your face lit up instantly, and you jogged over, waving. The driver stepped out, and San’s heart sank as he watched you wrap your arms around him in a warm embrace, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. Turning back towards San, you smiled and gestured to the man beside you.

“Oh! San, this is Seungcheol.” you said brightly. “My fiancé. We’re getting married soon. That’s the ‘big event’ I was stressed about.”

San’s face faltered for just a split second before he recovered, offering a polite smile. “Nice to meet you, Seungcheol.” he said, extending a hand.

Seungcheol shook it warmly. “You too, San. Thanks for looking out for her here.”

San nodded, managing a quiet, “Of course.” He watched you climb into the car, feeling that brief spark of hope dim as Seungcheol held the door open for you with a proud smile. As the car pulled away, San stood alone, the cool evening air settling around him, and he let out a soft sigh, his smile bittersweet as he turns back toward the gym.

Why had he even hoped for something to happen between the two of you?

~ ~ Chérie ☆ signin’ off

Disclaimer : This is totally fictional and not a real depiction of the ATEEZ members. It's all just for fun only so please don’t take anything seriously and keep the mood light around here.

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