fixingtheon

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Ateez Fake Texts

The one where you're mad

Genres and warnings: humor, fluff, a little angsty, established relationships, suggestive in some parts

Hongjoong

Seonghwa

Yunho

Yeosang

San

Mingi

Wooyoung

Jongho

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Istg in loosing it…

I need to top him so bad

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I love down bad men 😈

ateez fake texts — hyung line

synopsis: u turning down sex cuz you have a bush

pairings: hyung line!ateez x fem!reader

warnings: suggestive humor, mentions of sex/boners, brief period mention (yunho), overall kinda comforting, these boys are freaks LOL

a/n: when i tell u i laughed typing out the synopsis LMFAO. #freethebush fr tho. maknae line coming in the next few days you already know

INBOX IS FULL/NOT TAKING REQUESTS AT THE MOMENT.

hongjoong:

seonghwa:

yunho:

yeosang:

© 2025 Yun-Fangz All Rights Reserved.

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THAT SEONGHWA FIC??????????

You’re incredible. Seriously. Good god almighty.

1000000/10 immediately to the top of my favs list. Holy hell.

sorry got the late response but OMG THANK YOUUU. Made my whole friking day

…let’s kiss

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I feel like this guy absolutely loves your pregnancy/ post pregnancy breasts. Like yes let him suck on you milk filled titties. He loves how big they are how perfectly they fit in his big hands. How hard and squishy they can be.

I feel like he would love to put his cock between them and fuck himself between them (bonus: cumming all over your face)

Talking of pregnancy I think he would defo have a breeding kink. He loves the idea of having kids (your kids)

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EYYY EYYY EYYYY WHAT THE FRIKIDY FUCK GUYS!!

I’m at a loss of words. I just know he’s a good kisser

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SO THIS IS WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE WHEN YEOSANG LEANS IN!!?!!?!!?

dude made me feel some typa way…

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cockwarming with seonghwa

⚠️warnings - unprotected sex, cockwarming, if something else lemme know :))

minors dni!

bf!seonghw x fab!reader

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The rain had been tapping against the windows all afternoon, low and steady, the kind of sound that made the world feel quieter. Seonghwa was seated in his desk chair by the window, legs stretched out, a book resting in one hand, the other lazily tucked under the blanket draped across his lap. His reading glasses were barely holding on, perched low on his nose, brows slightly drawn in concentration.

You stood in the doorway watching him, arms wrapped around yourself, chewing lightly at your lip. It wasn’t about being aroused. Not yet. You just missed him. Missed the warmth of him, the way his presence calmed the noise in your chest.

“Can I…?” you asked gently, voice soft like the weather outside.

His eyes lifted from the page, immediately warm. “Come here, baby.”

You crossed the room slowly, straddling his lap without hesitation. His hands found your waist immediately, grounding you. You pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth—just a small one—before leaning in to whisper, “I wanna feel close to you. Just for a bit. Can I?”

Seonghwa’s thumb stroked your hip as he looked up at you, searching, serious in the most tender way. “Of course,” he said. “Always.”

You reached between you both, your movements slow, deliberate. He was already starting to harden at your touch, but not fully, and when you sank down onto him, it was slow and steady—more emotional than physical. Just the feeling of him inside you, soft and warm and whole.

You both exhaled, his arms wrapping fully around your back now, pressing you to him.

Neither of you moved. Not at first.

He held you like that for a while, kissing the top of your shoulder, your jaw, your temple. “You feel so good,” he murmured, voice low, almost reverent. “Like I’m supposed to be here.”

You nodded, your cheek resting against his. “Don’t move,” you whispered. “Not yet.”

But the minutes passed. Your hips shifted now and then, not to grind—but because the need to feel him deeper, fuller, was starting to hum under your skin. His hands began to roam more slowly too—dragging up your spine, sliding under your shirt, brushing along your ribs.

Seonghwa’s breathing deepened. You felt him swell slightly inside you, your body tightening around him without meaning to.

“Baby…” he whispered, his voice strained now, his grip on your hips firmer. “If you keep squeezing me like that…”

You smiled into his neck, whispering, “Then don’t just sit there.”

That broke something.

His hips rolled up into you, slow and deep, pulling a gasp from both of you. One thrust. Then another. Measured. Controlled. But hungry.

“You feel—fuck—so tight like this,” he growled into your skin, mouth finding your throat. “Wanted to keep it slow… but you’re making it so hard.”

You lifted your hips, just a little, before sinking back down, and his hands snapped to your thighs, anchoring you in place as he began to move with more purpose—grinding up into you, making every stroke hit where you needed it most.

“Been holding back,” he groaned, “but I can’t. Not when you feel like this. Not when you beg for me without saying a word.”

The chair creaked under the rhythm of his thrusts now, his mouth everywhere—your neck, your collarbone, your lips. The rain outside kept falling, unnoticed, drowned out by your quiet moans and the sound of skin meeting skin, the urgency between you unraveling fast.

And still, even as he fucked up into you, hard and deep, there was nothing rough about it. Just need. Just heat. Just love.

His rhythm grew heavier, deeper, as if every slow thrust was dragging something raw and honest out of him. You felt it—how much he’d been holding back. Not just his body, but everything. Like every quiet look across the room, every soft kiss earlier, had been building to this.

“God, you feel like you were made for me,” Seonghwa breathed against your mouth, voice shaking. “You always do.”

You tried to respond, but all you managed was a soft whimper as he rolled his hips again, pressing so deep it stole the air from your lungs. His hand slid up your back, gripping the nape of your neck like he needed to hold onto something—needed to remind himself you were real, here, wrapped around him.

Your fingers threaded into his hair, tugging gently, and he growled low in his throat, burying his face in your shoulder as his pace started to lose its steadiness. He was close. You could feel it in the way his thighs tensed beneath you, in the way his breath hitched with every movement.

“I was trying to stay soft with you,” he gasped, voice rough now, “but the way you’re clenching around me—I can’t. I can’t be gentle anymore.”

You moaned softly, hips meeting his now, chasing each thrust, your bodies slipping into that perfect rhythm where everything else disappears. You couldn’t tell if you were guiding him or if he was taking control—but it didn’t matter. It was mutual. It was messy. It was perfect.

“You want me to let go?” he asked, forehead pressed to yours, sweat beading at his temple. “Tell me. Please. I need to hear it.”

“Yes,” you whispered, then again, louder, more breathless. “Yes, Seonghwa. Don’t hold back.”

And with that, the last of his restraint snapped.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and stood—effortless, controlled—lifting you with him, never slipping out of you. He carried you to the bed, laying you down so gently it contrasted with the way he immediately sank back inside you with a deep, broken groan.

Now he moved with purpose. No more hesitation. No more pauses.

He braced himself above you, hand cradling your face as he rocked into you again and again, faster now, harder, but never losing that reverence in his eyes. “So beautiful,” he panted. “So perfect for me. I could live inside you.”

Your nails dug into his back as you arched into him, thighs trembling around his hips. The buildup was unbearable—heat curling low in your stomach, your body tightening with every stroke, every word from his mouth.

“I’m so close,” he groaned, dropping his forehead to yours. “Cum with me. Please. Wanna feel you fall apart around me.”

You didn’t need more than that.

The pressure inside you snapped all at once, and you cried out his name, body clenching tight around him. That was all it took—he cursed, choked on a moan, and spilled into you with a raw sound pulled from somewhere deep, hips pressed hard against yours as he let go completely.

You held him through it, arms wrapped around his back, hearts pounding in sync.

And when it was over, he didn’t pull away. He just kissed you—slow and lingering—and whispered, “Still wanna be close?”

You nodded, eyes soft and hazy.

“Good,” he murmured, pressing his lips to your forehead. “Because I’m not letting go yet.”

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a/n: I hope you liked this 😼. Also I wanna make other members but it always goes back to seonghwa. I’ll try my best to do other members too. ( or maybe I just keep them to myself tehe😝) but yeah. If something suggest me members you’d like me to write about. Byeeeeeee

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Ateez getting caught when steeling your panties

bf!ateezx gn!reader

warnings - suggestive?, iron know

Hongjoong

He’s just trying to be helpful, folding laundry with you while chatting about song ideas. But you notice him suddenly pocketing something. You narrow your eyes.

You: “Did you just steal my underwear?”

Hongjoong: visibly panicked but trying to look innocent “It’s—uh—it’s for my new outfit?”

You: “Joong.”

Hongjoong: embarrassed “pffft who would want these anyway…”

He tosses the panties back on the laundry pile. After he told you to relax he secretly hid them back in his pocket.

Seonghwa

You walk in on him standing by the dryer, holding one of your lacy pairs with a soft, unreadable look. He jumps when he hears the door.

You: “You good there, Hwa?”

Seonghwa: clearly flustered “I—I was just making sure it was… clean?”

You: smirking “Uh-huh. Sure. Need a moment alone with it?”

He’s red for a full hour after that.

Yunho

You catch him walking down the hall, suspiciously tucking something behind his back. You raise a brow.

You: “What’s behind your back?”

Yunho: laughing nervously “Nothing! Just… definitely not your underwear.”

You: “So it is my underwear?”

Yunho: “I missed you! It still smells like you!”

You burst out laughing because somehow it’s endearing, in a mildly unhinged boyfriend way.

Yeosang

This man thought he was slick. Too slick. You find him sitting on the couch, flipping through his phone… with your underwear on his lap like a little trophy.

You: “You forgot to hide the evidence.”

Yeosang: “whaaaattt… who put these here”

He pinches the fabric picking them up as if he’s disgusted. Then he points with his other hand to the wall behind you, after turning back to him the colourful fabric was gone.

Yeosang: “what the heck just happened?”

He acted clueless scratching his head.

San

You see him sprint past the hallway like a child who just stole cookies—except you spot the fabric peeking out of his hoodie pocket.

You: “SAN!”

San: yelling from down the hall “I HAVE NO REGRETS!”

He comes back later with them folded, apologizing… but also asks if he can keep a pair “for when he misses you.”

Mingi

Caught red-handed, literally holding them with a lovesick smile.

You: “You gonna put those back or?”

Mingi: pouting like a giant guilty puppy “They smell like you…”

You: trying not to laugh “you have the smell of me right here” shoves her arm to his nose.

He just grins and hugs you — underwear still in hand then shoving them in his pocket shamelessly.

Wooyoung

This man wants to get caught. He holds them up like a prize and smirks.

Wooyoung: “to save you struggle looking for them. Their mine now”

You: “Put them down.”

Wooyoung: still holding them “Come take them then.”

…and now it’s a flirty chase around the apartment. Well that’s until you tackle him and he’s screeching for you to let go of his hair (you weren’t playing)

Jongho

He’s the least subtle. He literally walks up and asks:

Jongho: “Can I keep this one?”

You: laughing in shock “You’re supposed to be the normal one!”

Jongho: “Exactly. That’s why I asked. See? Respectful underwear theft.”

You: rolling your eyes and nodding “fine… but only for a week.”

He walks away in triumph

You: “I want them back In one pice.”

Jongho: “freak!”

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⟡ - let me touch you - 윤호

sub!yunho x gn!reader

guys this is a smut so if you are a minor this is your queue to leave ⚠️

word count: 1.6k

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Yunho was completely at your mercy—his broad chest heaving, sweat beading along his forehead as he gritted his teeth, struggling to keep himself from falling apart too soon. His hands were fisting the sheets, muscles flexing as he fought the overwhelming pleasure surging through his veins.

And it was all because of you.

Your warm mouth, your wicked tongue, your delicate hands trailing torturous patterns along his thighs, purposely avoiding where he needed you most. You loved seeing him like this—so needy, so desperate—when he was usually the one making you beg.

But not tonight.

Tonight, Yunho was yours to tease.

You kissed along the inside of his thighs, feeling the way his muscles tensed under your lips. His head fell back against the pillows, chest rising and falling heavily as you took your sweet time.

“Baby,” he rasped, voice wrecked. “Stop teasing.”

You smirked, pressing an open-mouthed kiss just above where he was aching for you. “But you look so pretty when you’re like this.”

A deep, frustrated groan rumbled from his chest, and you could see the way his hands itched to grab you, to flip you over and take control the way he always did.

But he wouldn’t. Not tonight.

You had made him promise—no touching, no guiding, no taking control. Tonight, Yunho was yours to break.

And god, was he breaking beautifully.

You licked a slow stripe along his length before finally taking him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked just enough to make him curse under his breath.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his head rolling back against the pillows. His hands twitched at his sides, his self-control hanging by a thread. “You feel so good.”

You hummed around him, watching the way his body shuddered in response. You could feel him tensing beneath you, his abs tightening with every flick of your tongue, every squeeze of your fingers.

He was so close already.

But you weren’t about to let him off that easily.

Right as he was about to fall over the edge, you pulled off of him completely, wiping your lips as you gazed up at him with a mischievous smirk.

Yunho’s eyes snapped open.

“What—” He looked down at you, his expression wrecked, betrayed, devastated. His chest was heaving, his thighs trembling, his cock twitching in desperation.

“Did you really think I was gonna let you cum that fast?” You tilted your head, trailing your nails down his abdomen, feeling his muscles twitch beneath your touch.

His lips parted, but no words came out. He was too far gone, too desperate to form a coherent sentence.

And god, it was delicious.

You leaned down, licking up his length agonizingly slow, watching as he sucked in a sharp breath. His hands fisted the sheets even tighter, his entire body shaking with restraint.

“Y/N,” he gritted out, voice low and desperate. “I swear to god—”

“What?” you murmured against his skin. “What are you gonna do?”

His jaw clenched. His eyes were blown wide with hunger, but the frustration in them only made you smirk.

“You don’t get to threaten me,” you cooed. “Not when you’re the one begging for my touch.”

Yunho let out a wrecked groan, his head falling back once again. His arms trembled, his body desperately craving more, and it was making you drunk with power.

His self-control was crumbling.

So, you decided to push him even further.

You lowered your mouth back onto him, taking him all the way in this time, feeling the way he throbbed against your tongue.

That was when he lost it.

“F-FUCK—” Yunho’s body jerked, his muscles locking up as his head pressed deeper into the pillows. “Baby—shit, I—”

His hands snapped up, desperate to touch you, to grab you, to ground himself—

But you were faster.

You pinned his wrists to the bed, pressing them down beside him as you kept working him over, swallowing around him, sucking harder, moving faster.

Yunho whimpered.

And fuck, the sound was music to your ears.

“You’re so close, aren’t you?” you purred, your breath hot against him.

He nodded frantically, his body shaking beneath you. “Yes—yes, please, baby, let me—”

You licked up his length, pressing a teasing kiss to his tip. “Let you what?”

His head snapped up, his eyes blown wide with desperation. His lips parted, but he struggled to form words, his brain too clouded with pleasure.

“Say it,” you ordered, watching the way his abs flexed with every labored breath.

Yunho groaned, throwing his head back as his restraint finally snapped.

“Let me cum,” he begged, his voice broken, desperate. “Please, Y/N—I can’t hold back anymore—”

Your stomach clenched at the raw need in his voice, but you still weren’t done with him yet.

“Not yet,” you whispered.

His whimper was pathetic.

You could tell he was at his limit, his body struggling to keep up with the pleasure.

And that was when you finally decided to give him what he wanted.

You took him in completely, your mouth working over him mercilessly as you finally let him fall over the edge.

“F-Fuck—baby—” Yunho’s entire body tensed, his back arching as he fell apart beneath you, his pleasure hitting him in waves. His head pressed back into the pillows, his lips parted in silent moans, his thighs trembling violently beneath your touch.

And god, he looked beautiful like this—a complete mess, wrecked, ruined, and all because of you.

You let him ride out his high, your tongue working him through the aftershocks, until his hips twitched in overstimulation and he whined softly, his hands finally snapping up to gently push you away.

You released him with a satisfied smirk, licking your lips as you crawled up his body, pressing a slow, teasing kiss against his jaw.

“How was that?” you whispered, amused by how wrecked he looked.

Yunho could barely breathe. His body was limp, his chest heaving, his eyes hazy with pleasure.

But despite how completely destroyed he was…

He still found the strength to flip you onto your back.

Your eyes widened as he hovered over you, his lips curling into a dangerous smirk.

“My turn,” he murmured, his voice low and dark.

And before you could even react—his mouth was on you.

And Yunho didn’t let you go for the rest of the night.

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a/n: ngl I really like this one. It makes my tummy twirl😝. Hope you enjoy it. Love yaaaa. Y’all tell me if it’s bad cuz it’s floppingggg😭😭

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colours? where?

Don’t ask me the colour of nothing

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⟡ - can’t get enough of you - 성화

bf!seonghwa x afab!reader

you guys this is a smut so if you are a minor this is your queue to click off ⚠️

word count: 874

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Seonghwa’s lips stayed latched onto your core, his tongue working in expert motions as he devoured you like a man starved. His nose deliberately pressed against your swollen clit, adding to the overwhelming pleasure that had already rendered you breathless. He wasn’t satisfied with making you come just once—no, that wasn’t enough for him. He needed to push you further, to see how many times he could unravel you completely.

You had already come twice, but Seonghwa wasn’t done. His tongue worked you open again, flicking and curling against your sensitive folds, each stroke sending a fresh wave of heat through your trembling body.

“Come on, angel, just one more,” he murmured against you, his voice thick with hunger, his hands gripping the sides of your shaking thighs to keep you steady. His dark, lust-blown eyes peered up through his lashes, watching your every reaction as he fucked his tongue into you, desperate to pull another orgasm from you.

You couldn’t even form words, your mind too fogged over from the relentless pleasure. Instead, you just nodded, barely aware of your own movements. He had promised—promised—that the last orgasm would be the final one, but you both knew that was a lie. The overstimulation was toeing the line between pleasure and madness, but it felt too good to stop now.

Your breath hitched as his tongue dragged over your clit again, precise and unyielding. Your legs twitched uncontrollably, but Seonghwa held them apart with ease, his grip firm yet affectionate.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned against you, the vibration sending shivers up your spine. “I can feel you getting close again… you gonna give me one more?”

His words alone had your stomach tightening, but it was the feeling of his finger slipping inside you that sent you spiraling. The intrusion was slow at first, teasing, stretching, but when he curled it just right, pressing into that sweet spot inside you, a wrecked cry tore from your lips.

The knot in your stomach coiled impossibly tight, and Seonghwa knew it. He could feel it, sense it in the way your walls clenched around his finger, in the way your thighs trembled beneath his touch.

“Let me have some more, hmm?” he coaxed, dragging his lips over your soaked folds before dipping his tongue back in, swallowing every drop of you. “I know you’re close, baby. Lemme finish this.”

The words were barely out of his mouth before he wrapped his lips around your clit again, sucking with just enough pressure to push you over the edge.

Your eyes squeezed shut, your body arching as an explosion of moans filled the air. It was too much, yet not enough. Your grip on his hair tightened instinctively, your nails digging into his scalp as your orgasm crashed over you, more intense than the last. The heat, the pleasure, the overwhelming sensation of him owning every part of you—it was almost unbearable.

Seonghwa groaned at the way your hips bucked against his mouth, how your thighs tried to squeeze around his head but failed because of his iron grip. He didn’t let up, not yet. He made sure you rode out every second of your high, his tongue lapping up every bit of your release, his mouth working you through the aftershocks until you were twitching beneath him.

Even when your body started pushing away from him, too overstimulated to take any more, he stayed right where he was, licking you clean, making sure none of you went to waste.

Only when he was satisfied—when he was absolutely sure—did he finally lift his head.

Seonghwa’s face was completely drenched, his lips glistening with your slick as he licked them clean, dark eyes drinking in the sight of your exhausted, blissed-out state. He looked starved, like he was still ready to devour you all over again.

Slowly, he crawled up your body, his bare skin pressing against yours, his warmth sinking into you as he pulled you into his arms. The embrace was deep, all-consuming, as if he wanted to fuse himself to you completely.

“My babyyyy,” he drawled, exaggerating the last syllable, nuzzling into your neck with a satisfied hum.

His fingers gently stroked the back of your head, his touch softer now, affectionate, grounding. He pulled back slightly, just enough to get a good look at you, and the sight made him chuckle breathlessly.

Your eyes were hazy, your lips parted as you panted softly, still trying to recover from everything he just put you through.

“You enjoyed that?” he teased, his voice lower, more tender now.

You wanted to answer, wanted to say something—anything—but your voice wasn’t working. So instead, you gave him a weak, breathless nod.

Seonghwa smirked, clearly pleased with himself. He pressed a lingering kiss to your temple, his lips warm and soothing against your flushed skin.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispered, holding you even closer. “I love seeing you like this.”

You buried your face in his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your ear. His warmth surrounded you, comforting, familiar, safe. And in that moment, as he held you close, stroking your hair, whispering sweet nothings against your skin—you knew there was no place you’d rather be.

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a/n: this was not proof read so bare with me. Kinda embarrassed to read it again ngl. Tell me if I went too hard for the first time😼

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⟡ - how they would react to your bad cooking - ateez

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝𓆟𓆝

⋅ synopsis - just how ateez would react if they had to try your terrible cooking…

⋅ pairing - ateez x gn!reader

⋅ genre - crack, fluff

⋅ warning - I don’t think there’s any warnings. If there is let me know :))

word count: 1k

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↳ kim hongjoong 🐿️

Hongjoong takes a bite, and you immediately see his jaw tense. He tries so hard to keep a neutral face, but the way he slowly nods while chewing makes it obvious that he’s struggling.

“Hmm, interesting… you know, I’ve had some bad food in my time, but this…” he pauses, looking at his plate as if questioning reality, “this takes the crown.”

You pout. “Is it that bad?”

“Let’s just say it’s a new experience…” he says looking at your pouty face. “No worries though. I’ll survive” he pushes another spoonful into his mouth almost gagging “so good” he hugs the plate not letting anyone take it.

↳ park seonghwa 🐰

Seonghwa takes a delicate bite, then suddenly freezes. His eyes dart to the others, desperately hoping someone else will save him. After a deep breath, he forces a smile and nods.

“It’s, um… it’s really… unique,” he says, his voice dripping with hesitation. “In a good way, of course.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You’re not fooling anyone.”

Seonghwa flinches. “What? No! It’s perfect! I love how… unpredictable it is. Very bold.”

He then glances around the room as if looking for an escape. When you turn your head, you catch him feeding tiny bites to Wooyoung under the table.

“Seonghwa!” you gasp.

“I’m just making sure Wooyoung eats well!” he defends, smiling innocently.

↳ jeong yunho 🐶

Yunho, expecting it to be the best for he’s ever tried, takes a big enthusiastic bite—only for his entire body to freeze. His soul ascends. His eyes widen slightly in betrayal. (he has the look from when he had that brain freeze on live)

But, being Yunho, he forces a giant smile. “So good! Haha! Wow!” he says, giving you a thumbs-up.

“Really?” you ask. You squint at him. “Do you actually like it?”

He’s still chewing, tears forming in his eyes. “No. I like that you made it!”

↳ kang yeosang ⭐️

Yeosang takes a bite, and for a split second, his expression screams regret. But almost immediately, he schools his face into a blank expression. You catch the tiniest twitch of his lips as he forces himself to swallow, but he quickly smiles up at you.

“It’s good,” he says.

You tilt your head. “You hesitated.”

He shakes his head, avoiding eye contact. “No, I didn’t. It’ths thso goodth” he said not being able to swallow the food.

“You’re lying.”

Still not making eye contact, he shoves another bite into his mouth like a martyr. “No, I’m… yeah..” he says in defeat spitting out the chewed food that was building up in his mouth.

↳ choi san ⛰️

San takes one bite and immediately coughs, pushing his plate away dramatically. “Are you trying to kill me?” he exclaims, his voice rising.

You glare. “It’s not that bad. You’re exaggerating!” you protest.

He points at the food. “Then YOU eat it.”

You hesitate. San gasps. “YOU KNEW.”

↳ song mingi 🦖

Mingi takes a bite and freezes, staring at his plate as if it personally offended him. He looks up at you with wide eyes, then looks back at the food as if it might somehow change.

He coughs dramatically, almost choking. “I think… I think I just lost my appetite for the rest of my life.”

You’re about to speak, but Mingi is already shaking his head. “I’m sorry. I really am. But this… this is an assault on my taste buds.”

“Don’t hold back,” you deadpan.

“Never have I been so betrayed,” he says, shaking his head in disbelief. “I’ll be in my room… questioning my entire existence.” Then he stands up and leaves the room.

↳ jung wooyoung 🦊

Wooyoung takes a bite, and without missing a beat, he chokes on it. He tries to swallow but then bursts out laughing, though it’s a laugh tinged with shock.

“What the—WHAT DID YOU PUT IN THIS?!” he yells, pushing his plate away like it personally offended him.

“Excuse me?!” you huff.

“What is this?!” he says, looking at you as if you’ve just handed him a mystery package. “Did you actually cook this? Or did you just throw random ingredients together and call it a meal?”

You just glare at him. He then said flicking his invisible hair back “you know if you needed help cooking you could’ve said so”

You were about to start fighting him “next time I’ll just poison your food”

“Oh no your not aloud back in the kitchen” next thing he knew, you were jumping on him choking him.

↳ choi jongho 🐻

Jongho, always the straight shooter, takes one bite and doesn’t even bother hiding his reaction. His face scrunches up in complete disbelief. He stares at you, dead in the eyes, and calmly says, “This is disgusting.”

You gasp. “Jongho!”

He shrugs, unfazed. “You asked for my opinion, didn’t you?” He shakes his head slowly. “This is worse than anything I’ve ever tasted in my life.”

“You’re overreacting,” you mutter.

He looks you dead in the eyes. “If you served this in a restaurant, they’d shut it down immediately.”

“You’re being dramatic-”

“Am I?” He gestures to the plate. “Would you eat this?” You look at the plate then back at him. Jongho scoffs. “Exactly.”

You can’t even respond as Jongho gets up and walks away, muttering to himself, “I need a drink.” Grabbing the nearest whiskey “unbelievable”

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a/n: sorry for my low activity I have exams coming up and everything’s just stressful. So here’s a quick one hope you enjoy it. Love ya 💗.

[fixingtheon]

⟡ - dropping a cute stink bomb infront of ATEEZ

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝𓆟𓆝

⋅ synopsis - you accidentally fart in front of ateez they may or may not be a little dramatic…

⋅ pairing - ateez member x gn! reader.

⋅ genre - absolute crack

⋅ warnings - maybe a little potty humour but it’s funny trust me

word count: 1.4k

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↳ kim hongjoong 🐿️

Hongjoong stops mid-sentence, his face twisting in pure horror as the smell hits him. “Oh my—Y/N?!”

He waves his hand in front of his face, gagging dramatically. You cover your face in shame, but he’s already getting up from the couch. “No, no, I need a second. I need air. I need a break.”

He opens a window, dramatically placing a hand on his forehead like he’s in a K-drama. “This is why I can’t have nice things.. it’s worse than the time Wooyoung left his gym shoes in the dorm.” He mumbled to himself.

Despite his suffering, he comes back and grabs your hand, sighing. “You’re lucky I love you. But if you ever do that again, I’m charging you rent for polluting my air.”

Then, suddenly, he straightens up, face serious. “…I must restore my honor.”

You blink “hongjoong what..?”

“I’M FARTING BACK.” He clenches his fists, concentrating.

↳ park seonghwa 🐰

Seonghwa’s eye twitches, nose wrinkling immediately. He physically stops breathing as he slowly looks at you.

“…Are you serious right now?”

“Y/N- You. Did. Not.” He clutches his chest, fake crying. “HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?”

You shrink under his gaze, dying of embarrassment, but he just shakes his head slowly, lips pressed into a thin line. You mumble an apology, but he just stands up, dusting himself off. “No, it’s fine. I just need to reevaluate some things. I did not sign up for this biological warfare.” Fanning the air dramatically.

But after a few seconds, he softens. “I won’t tell anyone… yet. But if this happens again, I can’t promise you won’t be roasted.”

He’s joking (mostly), but when he sees you pouting, he sighs and pulls you into a hug. “Aigoo… my little stink bomb. What am I gunna do with you” Then, he smirks. “Actually… maybe I should get revenge.”

You blink. “What?”

He just grins evilly. “Just wait until you’re sleeping tonight.”

“…If you fart, I fart.”

You panic. “Hwa, DON’T.”

↳ jeong yunho 🐶

Yunho gasps SO loud, you’d think he just witnessed a crime.

“OH. MY. GOD.”

“NO. WAY.”

You curl up in embarrassment, but he just points at you, laughing hysterically. “YAHH. THAT WAS INSANE.” Then, as if it’s not bad enough, he starts cackling. “Nah, that wasn’t a fart. That was an earthquake.”

“I should be mad, but honestly? I’m impressed. That takes skill” He grins. Then, suddenly, he stops laughing and cracks his neck.

You blink. “…Yunho?”

He nods solemnly. “I need to fart too… I must defeat you.” He grunts dramatically, focusing all his energy. And then… he lets one out.

It’s long. It’s deep. It’s resonant.

Both of you sit there in pure shock. Finally, Yunho bursts into laughter, wheezing. “NO WAY. DID YOU HEAR THAT?! Y/N, I BEAT YOU.”

Then, without hesitation, he tackles you in a hug, still giggling. “Our friendship is unbreakable now.”

↳ kang yeosang ⭐️

Yeosang does not move. He just slowly turns his head toward you, his face unreadable. After a long pause, he calmly says: “…Are you proud of yourself?”

Then, after another long pause, he just sighs, rubbing his temples. “…I want a refund.”

You open your mouth to apologize, but he cuts you off. “No, really. Was that your goal? To make me suffer? They stink like old man farts” He grips his scrunched nose.

Then, without warning, he sits up straight. “Fine. If I must suffer, then so must you.”

You blink. “…What?”

He closes his eyes, focusing. You gasp. “WAIT, YOU’RE NOT—”

“YES. I AM.”

After several tense seconds of silence, he finally opens his eyes and sighs. “…Never mind. I’m too classy for this.” You just hear him let out an evil laugh from the other side of the couch.

↳ choi san ⛰️

He starts fake coughing, rolling away from you like he’s been mortally wounded. “I trusted you! I let you into my heart! AND THIS IS WHAT I GET?!” He but his finger pretending he’s gunna faint.

“HOW COULD YOU DO THIS… diabolical smell” He says the last bit to himself still keeping his dramatic demeanour.

“…No. I refuse to be the only victim here.”

He sits up, looking weirdly determined, but soon slouching again pointing a finger towards you.

“No! I am the victim! You wanted to blow me away with that fart. Goodness” he chuckles at his comment and looks over at you.

You groan, hiding under a blanket, but he’s already crawling back, grinning. “Nah, we’re officially family now.” He nuzzles into you, whispering, “My little fart machine:3.”

↳ song mingi 🦖

Mingi literally jumps, his whole body jerking in shock. The smell hits him a second later, and he immediately starts fanning the air, panicking. “ARE WE UNDER ATTACK??!” He scrambles for safety, grabbing the nearest pillow to shield himself.

You bury your face in shame, but he just groans dramatically laughing in the process “Y/N I swear, I felt that in my SOUL.” He paused to think for another comeback “you just hit me with a nuclear bomb.”

“….i must fight back.“

He grits his teeth, focusing.

And then… it happens.

It’s loud. Brutal. World-ending.

Both of you sit in stunned silence.

Be bursts out laughing at his ground shaking fart (ya know the silent mingi laugh please do)

↳ jung wooyoung 🦊

Wooyoung freezes mid-breath. Then, his face contorts in slow-motion horror as he processes what just happened.

“…EXCUSE ME?”

You brace yourself, but it’s too late—he’s already grabbing his phone. “No, because this needs to be documented.”

“WOOYOUNG, NO—”

“YES.” He’s cackling, opening the group chat. “GUYS. YOU WON’T BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPENED.”

You lunge to steal his phone, but he just runs away, still laughing. You scream, finally tackling him, but he’s already laughing hysterically.

Then, suddenly—he pauses.

“…Wait.” His eyes narrow. “I’m farting back.”

He focuses so hard that his face turns red… but nothing happens.

“I guess I’m not as gassy as you” he grins as he earns a smack from you.

↳ choi jongho 🐻

Jongho immediately stops scrolling. He sighs deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “…”

You try to pretend it wasn’t you, but he glares, flapping his hand in front of his face. “Seriously? You let that bomb off right next to me?”

You whimper in embarrassment, but he’s already standing up, grabbing his jacket.

“Wait—where are you going?!”

He just glances at you, completely deadpan. “To rethink my life choices.” “Oh by the way you have green steam coming off of you” He teases laughing it his comment but shortly getting a punch on the arm by yourself.

“If we ever fall out I WILL use this as blackmail.” He grinned.

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[fixingtheon]

⟡ - you don’t have to pretend - 성화

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

• synopsis - struggling with insecurities you try to hide your feelings from seonghwa but he sees right through you, offering gentle reassurance and unwavering love, determined to make you believe your perfect just as you are…

• pairing - bf! Park Seonghwa x gn! chubby! reader.

• genre - comfort, fluff (like so sweet ugh)

• warnings - talks about body image struggles (lemme know if I’ve missed any:))

word count - 1.3k

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You had always been good at pretending.

A smile here, a casual laugh there just enough to make sure no one noticed the thoughts that had been weighing you down. The insecurities that crept in when you looked in the mirror. The way you tugged at your clothes, trying to make them sit differently, to make yourself smaller. Seonghwa hadn’t said anything, but he had noticed. Of course, he had. He always did.

Tonight, the two of you were curled up on the couch, a soft movie playing in the background. His arm was around your shoulders, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your arm. But he could feel it - the way you were just a little too stiff, the way your laughs didn’t reach your eyes.

“You’re quiet tonight,” he murmured after a while, lifting then tilting his head to look at you.

You smiled, brushing it off. “Just tired.”

Seonghwa hummed, unconvinced. His fingers trailed down, gently brushing against your hand before lacing his fingers with yours. “Are you?”

You swallowed, nodding. “Yeah. Just one of those days.”

That was usually enough to make someone drop the subject. But not Seonghwa. He was patient. He didn’t push. But he also didn’t let go.

For a moment, he just held your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in slow, comforting strokes. Then, after a while, he spoke soft, careful.

“You’ve been acting different lately,” he said. “You smile, but it doesn’t feel the same. You laugh, but it doesn’t sound right.” His voice was gentle, but firm. “You’re pretending, aren’t you?”

Your breath hitched slightly, but you forced another small smile. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Seonghwa turned slightly so he could face you better, his soft eyes searching yours. “You don’t have to tell me right now,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “But please… don’t pretend with me.”

That was what broke you.

Your shoulders tensed, your throat tightening as you looked away. “I just…” You swallowed, your voice barely audible. “I don’t feel good about myself lately.”

Seonghwa didn’t say anything - he just let you talk.

“I look at myself, and all I see are the things I wish I could change,” you admitted, your fingers curling slightly against his. “I feel… too much. Like if I ate less, if I lost a little weight, maybe I’d look better. Maybe I’d feel better.”

Seonghwa’s grip on your hand tightened slightly. Not in anger, but in quiet heartbreak.

“Y/N…” His voice was pained, but when you finally glanced up at him, all you saw in his expression was warmth. Love.

Without hesitation, he cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin like you were something fragile, something precious. “You don’t need to change to be beautiful,” he murmured. “Not to me. Not to anyone who loves you.”

Your lip trembled. “But-”

“No.” His voice was firm, but his touch stayed soft. “You’re not ‘too much.’ You’re just right. You are soft, you are warm, and you are everything I could ever want.”

You blinked rapidly, trying to hold back the sting of tears. But Seonghwa only pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you like he could shield you from your own thoughts.

“I love you exactly as you are,” he whispered into your hair cuddling into your side, you feel his warm breaths on your scalp.

Neither of you spoke for a while. There was no rush. Just the quiet hum of the movie in the background and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your cheek. His fingers traced soothing patterns on your back, slow and steady, like he was grounding you in the moment, in him.

After a moment, he pulled back slightly, just enough to tilt your chin up so you would look at him. His gaze was warm, but serious.

“Tell me the truth,” he said softly. “How long have you been feeling like this?”

You hesitated, chewing on the inside of your cheek. “A while,” you admitted. “It comes and goes, but lately… it’s been harder to ignore.” His expression flickered with something unreadable something between concern and quiet frustration, not at you, but at the fact that you had been carrying this alone.

“I wish you had told me sooner,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over your cheek, his dewy eyes held yours soft and full of care, glistening from the tv’s light. “I don’t ever want you to feel like you have to go through this alone.”

You sighed, looking down. “I didn’t want to be a burden.”

Seonghwa exhaled sharply through his nose, shaking his head before pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. “You are never a burden,” he whispered against your skin. “Not to me. Not ever.”

A lump formed in your throat, emotion swelling in your chest. “I just-” You swallowed, trying to find the words. “It’s hard to see myself the way you do.”

Seonghwa’s arms tightened around you, as if he could hold you together through sheer will alone. “Then let me help,” he whispered. “Let me remind you every single day how beautiful you are. How loved you are.” Your eyes burned with unshed tears, but this time, it wasn’t from sadness, it was from the overwhelming warmth of being seen, of being loved despite the insecurities that had made you want to shrink away.

Seonghwa pulled back just enough to meet your gaze again, pressing a gentle kiss on the corner of your lips. Your lips curled towards your eyes your cheeks doubling in size. Seonghwa couldn’t help but squish your plump cheeks ever so delicately shaking your face side to side then pecking the compressed lips. “There she is… my sweet angels back” he teased reshaping your cheeks. You couldn’t help but giggle, ears turning a light shade of pink as you his back into his chest. Seonghwa chuckled at the adorable reaction running his fingers through your hair. “God I love you”

You raise your head loose strands of hair getting tucked behind your ears by your boyfriend. “Are you sure… you love me?” Yes you just got comforted by seonghwa but the thoughts still lingered. You knew Seonghwa loved you, he showed it in a million little ways. But a voice in the back of your mind still whispered doubts.

Seonghwa leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. “I love the way you laugh when you think no one’s listening,” he whispered. A kiss to your cheek. “I love the way you brighten my world just by being in it.” Another kiss, this time to the tip of your nose, making your breath hitch. “And I love you. every single part of you. Nothing and no one could ever change that.”

Tears burned at the back of your eyes, and Seonghwa smiled, brushing his thumbs over your cheeks as if to catch them before they could fall.

“So, tell me,” he murmured, his lips just a breath away from yours. “What do I have to do to make you believe me?”

Your heart pounded as you searched his eyes full of love, devotion, and something deeper, something unshakable. And in that moment, you realized… maybe, just maybe, you didn’t have to fight these thoughts alone.

“Just stay,” you whispered.

Seonghwa’s lips curled into a soft smile before he closed the distance, pressing a tender, heart-melting kiss to yours.

“Always”

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a/n - okay yo so this is my first ever story… I hope you liked it and I’m looking forward to improve and write more. Mwah mwah thank you for reading 💋

[fixingtheon]

Can we stop tagging groups under ff that’s literally not about them… I have a hard time finding any these days because of that