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[racheloveyunho]

good little pet 🔞

pairing: yunho x reader

reader: f!

genre: smut

word count: 627

summary: yunho calls u a good little pet as u suck his dick

a/n: this one is okay :3

With his hand on your chin, you could feel his fingertips strongly gripping your cheeks. He walked you backwards until you hit the bed, instantly sitting down before the tall man. As he looked down at you, a devilish smirk played on his face sending chills down your spine. You could see the lust in his eyes as his line of sight didn’t leave your face.

Your eyes trailed down from his eyes to his neck, then lower to his chest. He wore a red button-up with a black, leather jacket. You stared at the buttons of his bright red shirt, daydreaming about unbuttoning them one by one. Noticing this, Yunho tilted your head farther backwards in order for you to look at him again.

“What are you doing, love?” Yunho questioned, looking at you straight in the eyes. You stared at him in an innocent way, toying with him by keeping your response to yourself. “Not speaking, hm? That’s all right, I have a better idea on what you can do with your mouth.”

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[racheloveyunho]

17:35 pm - j. jaehyun

“Babe.” A voice whispered softly in your year. “Babe, I know you’re in pain, but you need to eat something.”

“I feel like I’m going to shit myself.” You mumbled. “Why do I feel like I’m going to shit myself, Jae?”

With a soft sigh, you felt his warmth on your back as he got in bed with you from behind.

“Because your uterus is bending back on to your…” he took a second and cleared his throat. “Y-your rectum.”

You let out a soft chuckle before whining in pain. “Ow.” You drew out the word. “Why did you make me laugh?”

“You asked me a question, I’m sorry.” Jaehyun responded, placing a kiss on your shoulder. “I still think you should eat something,” he said into your skin. “What do you want to eat babe?”

“A bagel.”

“Okay,” he replied, a small smile forming on his lips.

“With cream cheese.” You added.

“Okay.”

“Can you toast it?”

“Mhm,” his fingers softly ran up and down your arm.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He pecked your lips and left the room.

Minutes later, Jaehyun entered the room again, this time holding a plate.

“Half or whole?” He asked as you propped yourself up against the headboard.

“Half please.” You said, Jaehyun plopping beside you, handing you the plate to take your piece.

“Thank you.” Your boyfriend smiled in response, kissing you on the forehead softly.

“Love you.”

[racheloveyunho]

Hi, guys!

As you may know, I am Ukrainian. I live in Kyiv. I have lived here since I was born and I love my country with my whole heart.

I see a lot of misinformation under the tag "Ukraine". Most of it comes from American people, who try to explain the conflict in their own words. They can't. It's impossible to explain if you haven't lived here. There are too many influences on this conflict. You keep looking from an american perspective, which is not crucial in understanding the conflict.

For example, have you ever had you language forbidden? Like straight up forbidden by the law? It happened to Ukrainian language a lot of times thought our history. And who did it? The Russian Empire. And it's not the end of it. The genocides, the assimilation, the deportation. Have you even researched Ukrainian history?

You do not uplift Ukrainian voices enough. And you should if you care about what's happening. If you don’t do it, you're just doing a performance of your support and activism.

Lucky for you, I am a Ukrainian person! And I am DYING TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTIONS. I scored 191/200 points on my graduation exam in history, so you can suppose I know something about Ukrainian history.

If you stand for Ukraine, uplift Ukrainian voices. Educate yourself. Learn Ukrainian history. Ask Ukrainian people

[racheloveyunho]

When He Helps You Through A Nightmare ~ Oneus Reaction

Ravn:

A loud scream came from you as you felt your body be yanked away from Youngjo, throwing your eyes open and body forwards and panic ran through you.

“Y/N,” Youngjo spoke, feeling himself jolt awake as you moved, immediately noticing you struggling to catch your breath beside him.

His hand moved to the small of your back as he tried his best to get you to calm down, “you left,” you whispered once you managed to find the energy to tell him.

“I’m right here,” Youngjo assured you, quickly sensing what had happened, “that was just a nightmare, I’ve not gone anywhere.”

“You let me go,” you tried your best to explain again.

Youngjo’s head shook as he moved his arm further around your body, “I didn’t go anywhere, whatever you think happened, it was just a dream, come on,” he smiled, pulling you into him.

“It all felt real,” you sobbed as the emotion hit you.

His hand ran gently along your arm in an attempt to soothe you, “I’m sorry you had a nightmare, but I promise that it wasn’t real, whatever happened, it was all just in your imagination.”

“Can you just hold me for a while?”

“Of course, whatever you need.”

Seoho:

Your anxious hands shook Seoho awake as you desperately tried to make sure that he was still alive beside you, calling out his name as loud as you possibly could.

“It’s too early,” Seoho huffed, but as he opened his eyes and saw your reddened face, his own heart began to race as to what had happened.

Seoho sat himself up, brushing the pads of his thumbs closely underneath your eyes. “I-I had a nightmare, that someone took you,” you stuttered, holding back your tears.

“I’m here,” he whispered, wrapping both of his arms around you once your eyes were dried, “no one has me but you Y/N.”

“They were going to hurt you,” your voice quivered.

His eyes closed as he rested his head against the top of yours, “no one is going to hurt me, and no one is going to take me, whatever went on, it was a dream, none of it is real or happening.”

“I just panicked,” you frowned, tearing up again.

Seoho squeezed you as he noticed your voice faltering, “you did the right thing waking me up, so that you could see that I was alright, I’m sure that anyone would panic in your position.”

“Do you promise that you’re alright?”

“I promise, I’m not hurt at all.”

Leedo:

The sound of footsteps moving through the house woke Gunhak up, catching a glimpse of you running into the bathroom just as his eyes opened.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” He called out, sprinting out of the bed and following behind you as he heard your panicked breathing.

Gunhak found you in the bathroom, propping yourself up against the sink as tears streamed down your cheeks and into the basin. “I’m fine,” you lied, trying to compose yourself.

“You’re not fine,” Gunhak frowned, being able to tell straight away from your expression, “what’s happened? You look terrified.”

“It was just a nightmare,” you tried to tell him.

His hand came down to rest against your lower back, “you must have been scared to fly out of the bed that quickly, even if it’s shock, you can’t just dismiss a nightmare like nothing.”

“I just panicked,” you stuttered in reply.

Gunhak’s head shook at how stubborn you were, “do you want to talk about what happened, or are you feeling a little bit calmer now? Can I get you anything, a drink? Maybe your phone?”

“I just want to sleep and forget about it.”

“Come on, I’ll even tuck you back in.”

Keonhee:

A pair of arms flew around you as soon as Keonhee felt you shift beside him, holding onto you as your body flew forwards in a complete panic.

“I’ve got you,” he calmly whispered as you clung onto his arms, your eyes wide as you felt a phantom pain in your waist.

It took a moment for you to come into the room, looking back to Keonhee when you felt a presence beside you. “I’m sorry,” was all you could say when you saw him awake.

“Don’t apologise,” he instructed, leaning across to pull you into his chest, “what happened Y/N? Do I even want to know?”

“They stabbed me,” you nervously told him, still shaky.

His head shook, unable to even picture how terrifying your nightmare must have been. “You’re alright, I’ll check,” he smiled, studying your body to ease your mind even more.

“In my waist,” you anxiously informed Keonhee.

His hands both moved against your waists, assuring you that what you felt was nothing but a dream. “You’re safe, and you’re not hurt, I promise,” he whispered, offering you a weak smile.

“It all felt so real, like I got stabbed.”

“It was just a dream, I promise.”

Hwanwoong:

His eyes widened in panic as Hwanwoong returned from the bathroom, finding you sat up in the middle of the bed, gripping tightly to the duvet.

“Hey, what’s happened?” He questioned as he rushed across to you, feeling how hot you were as soon as Hwanwoong held onto your arm.

Your head shook as you struggled to push your nightmare to the back of your mind, “please don’t let them get me,” you begged nervously of Hwanwoong, “they’ll hurt me.”

“No one is going to get you,” he encouraged, sitting down beside you on the bed, “I won’t let anyone get hold of you Y/N, no one.”

“There were so many,” you sighed, beginning to wake up.

Hwanwoong sat down beside you, letting you offload about your dream before clearing your throat. “There’s no way that I would let anyone take you, I’m small but mighty, remember?”

“Of course,” you chuckled, feeling yourself settle.

The sound of your laughter was exactly what Hwanwoong needed as he encouraged you to lay back down. “I’ll get you a glass of water and a cloth, just focus on keeping your breathing calm.”

“I can go and get them, it’s fine.”

“Stay where you are, I’ve got it.”

Xion:

The feeling of a hand hitting his side caused Dongju to stir, frustration hitting him at being disturbed, until he looked to your figure just beside him.

“Wake up,” Dongju whispered, desperately shaking you awake as he watched you toss and turn with beads of sweat forming on your forehead.

It took a few moments, but suddenly your eyes opened at the familiar sound of Dongju’s voice. “Please don’t hurt me,” you whispered, feeling his hands on your arms.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Dongju calmly whispered as he slowly sat you up, “I’m helping you Y/N, you were having a nightmare.”

“Was I?” You asked, unaware of what was happening.

Dongju weakly smiled as he left the room momentarily to grab a towel out of the bathroom, “I don’t know what you were dreaming about, but it seemed to be giving you quite a fright.”

“I have no idea,” you murmured, stunned by it all.

You smiled appreciatively as Dongju began to dab the towel against your forehead, “try not to worry about it, you’re awake now, the dream is over, and that’s the main thing right now.”

“I’m sorry for waking you up.”

“Don’t worry, I’m glad you’re alright.”

—

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[racheloveyunho]

Purpose of Life. | C.J.H

pairing: yan-android! jongho x f! reader

wordcount: 14.7k (i’m srry LOL)

genre: yandere au, android sci-fi au, one shot smut, non-idol.

sypnosis: This year for your birthday you’re mysteriously gifted a humanoid robot. After much debating you decide to take it in and see what it’s about, with the impression given by many friends of yours who spoke highly of them. When starting new life with Jongho, your own human android, you start to see a different impression when you see how far he’ll go to show you that you’re his only purpose to life.

warning: smut (foreplay, oral, penetration) , 18+ theme, yandere theme, minor character death, buff jongho, strong jongho, size difference, tummy bugle, spanking, temperature play, soft sensual sex, slight cock warming, mutual masturbation, soft jongho, hard jongho, overstimulation, nipple play, dirty talk, eye contact sex?, cream pie (he cnt have kids yall wrap up) , teasing, oral (f receiving) , light degradation (slut used like once.) different positions, kidnapping, mentions of torture, collar, slight pet/master dynamic punishment, collar choking?passing out, dark, slowly descends into madness, manipulation, threats, stalking, blood&gore scene descriptions, abuse, smacking, hair pulling, very dark, android talk, psychotic jongho truly.

A/N: sorry this is so late yall i’m going through a difficult time with personal things, things are getting better kinda HHHAHAH, but my birthday is on ateez comeback, i’m gonna stream sm just like turbulence, and Yeosang and Sans oneshot will be posted soon, i also wrote a drabble (its yunho i might post it later tonight lol) I don’t post when i’m suppose to but i’m always writing :’) i swear i’m just trying to put out what i think is my best work lol T^T IM SORRY FOR ANY MISPELLS or errors!! i got my nails done and i’m getting use to them! also ty for all the notes, inboxes, msg, and follows it makes me love writing more. cries

♡: @heiiomingi @eternalhongshine

The gift stood tall on your porch.

Almost begging you to open it up in front of the crowd of neighbors staring at it. You don’t know what could be so huge but it took you and three other neighbors to get it inside. Completely embarrassed and irritated that they had to help you take a gigantic present inside your messy house. Clearly you weren’t expecting anyone to be coming inside your house at all.

“What gift did you get? Another human?” Your nosey neighbor cracks a joke leading the other neighbors to laugh at his joke but you don’t.

Staring at him with a serious expression you know the term’s ‘Another Human’ goes for a humanoid in this day and age. They were highly talked about and a few of your friends had some and others had experience with them, you also had one experience with an android after your friend had bought one when everyone was raving about how they would fix all your problems, house wise, relationship wise, sexual wise if you wanted. They had their own perfect human. The whole idea was a little hard for you to understand and accept but when it got so big and became a trend everyone raved about it these days as only high money making people bought them.

“No, It’s a closet. I told my mom I needed a new one.”  You lie, you never asked your mom for a new closet, let alone would have it gifted to you like this. In all honesty you had no idea what this was and hoped it wasn’t what he was joking about.

Walking them to the door trying your best to rush them out as quickly as possible. Anticipation ate away at you with the possibility of what could be in the huge present. Fear nipped at your mind at seeing an android in it though. Despite everyone’s word on how beautiful and well programmed they were, something about AI being your own pet basically was just a thing you couldn’t wrap your head around fully. The wrapping was gold with a black bow in the middle. A small note is tucked behind the bow waiting for you to open it up.

“Open me up! Discover a new PURPOSE to life! With your own friend you will never be lonely!”

VRS. 008.

ATZ INC.

“What?”

Clawing at the wrapper and feeling your heart stop at the sight. The gasp that leaves your mouth takes all the breath out of your lungs. He looks so perfect it takes your breath away, a huge strong clear glass stood in front of you holding another human looking man, peaceful looks, closed eyes, and much bigger than you. You were startled to say the least, to put it how it felt you were terrified at how human they looked, where did they make the skin, did they take it from a real human? it had birthmarks, pores, creases, and hair follicles. You knew off the bat this was an expensive android or was set to be.

“Oh my god.”

But how did it end up in your possession? Who sent this?

Checking around the wrapping and letter you try to find anything that resembles an address, phone number, email at this point. Anything to help you figure out where this came from but you were left with no leads to anything, just the android and the note. At a complete loss you sit on the couch staring at the motionless bot placed in its glass. A loss for what to do, there’s no way you can take this out of your house by yourself or without catching the attention of your neighbors who will gawk and run up at the droid. Whoever sent this had to know you enough to know your birthday, address, and that was enough to freak you out.

“It looks so creepy.” you can’t help squeal at it in fear. Something about a thing looking human but not being a true human was so terrifying for your human brain to comprehend, but you couldn’t deny the attractiveness of the bot. Gnawing at your bottom lip you completan your options.

Turn it on or Ignore it?

You want to ignore it, there was no way you wanted to leave this thing here in your house while you slept, showered, and lived. Especially with you having to leave tonight for your birthday dinner hosted by your friends. But there was no way you would have enough time to figure this all out and still make it on time to your friends. Then you would be forced to bring him with you.  You had to tell someone about this to help you but who could you call, you didn’t really need or want anyone finding out about the Android in your house it would leave you with questions you couldn’t answer at the moment. And you couldn’t deny the small curiosity lingering deep within you, It left you with the answer you would have to figure this all out later.

“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Y/N! Happy Birthday to you!”

Everyone around the table cheers, you smile widely for the flashes of light coming from your friend’s phones who were recording you in front of your cake. Whistles, laughs, and smiles are thrown all around the table.

For a moment you allow yourself to enjoy the attention on you, it was your day. This was the day you will forget about the android standing in your living room, it was never there in the moment. The special day everyone yearns or dreads for most of the year, this year felt like any other blending into the years that it practically felt like a normal day. You weren’t really hyper about your birthday but that didn't mean you wanted it to be forgotten about, if that made any sense?

The restaurant buzzed with life and it was a pretty flashy restaurant that a lot of people went to on their birthdays but the food was good nonetheless so you really couldn’t complain. Basic and simple sometimes was just enough to make someone like you happy.

“I love the cocktails here, they get me so drunk for so cheap. It’s actually unhealthy.” Yujun takes a sip of her drink.

Laughing you drink your own cocktail, you do agree it is a dangerous game when you order these cocktails, you know from the amount of times you thought you were good only to find you can’t walk straight.

Many shots and a few cocktails are thrown down your throat after singing happy birthday and you can honestly say it was a good time. Nothing too crazy just you and your friends eating and getting drunk like any other’s birthday.

“What did you get for your birthday?” Your friend Jihoon asks loudly over the music playing in the

“Nothing, just money really. Families tend to care less when you’re older.” Laughing to cover up your lie you sip the drink trying to drown your guilt about hiding the Android from your friends away.

Drinking was supposed to do the job of helping you forget the certain present at your home, yet, all it did was heighten your curiosity. Maybe you weren’t as incurious as you set yourself out to be in the beginning of the day, since you stepped foot out your house you wanted to run right back to your apartment and turn on the android even after your conscious screamed at you that you should just get rid of it, but any sense you had was wearing thin with each sip you took of your alcoholic beverage, the giddiness in your stomach gave you the nostalgic feeling of being a kid on christmas. The feeling indeed did confuse you a ton, why were you so eager and curious about something you did seem to care about as much as others a few months prior.

“Y/N! Hello?” Sunhee tries to catch your attention from beside you poking at your shoulder.

Blinking, you put the glass that you were sipping from down and blinked towards your friend Jihoon snaps his fingers in front of your face trying to catch your attention.

“I’m sorry, these drinks are really addicting.” The lies seem to flow so easily out your mouth these days you raise the glass again sipping to make your point clear on how good the drink was to have caught your full blown attention.  You try not to allow the guilt to fill you, at the thought of this was your own birthday celebration and your mind was far from being here with your friend and was still on the android who seemed to pique your interest much more than your own friends.

Sunhee and Jihoon start their own conversation leaving you to your thoughts again, swirling the straw around your drink as you think about all the questions that roam your mind with no answers to them. With the drinks setting into place and your rationality slipping away with every sip, you can’t stop the itching urge to leave right now and turn on the android.

Hours passed, your friend and you got drunk to your heart's content, you made sure to make use of the kindness they showed you that night by paying for all your drinks, and cab back home. Soon enough you couldn’t take the urge to go back and you made an excuse about how you felt way too drunk and nauseous, you desperately needed to go home.

With shaky hands you fiddle with the lock on the Glass box. Finally home you finally have what’s been on your mind all night. The suspicion of what will happen when you turn on the humanoid ate away at you all night even with your friends, all you could think about was the gift standing in your living room. Metal cold on your fingertips you have another mental battle with yourself again if this is what you wanted to do, the weighted feeling in your stomach.

Maybe drinking a ton of alcohol and deciding to open the special present you received anonymously was not the best decision you ever made in your life, it was pushing towards one of the dumbest decisions you would ever make. But, you were here, fumbling with the tumbler lock, you find a red key dangling behind the black bow. Your drunken mind praises you for seeing it, you didn’t see it earlier, it must be fate that you saw it now, it means you must open it now.

Stumbling over the wrapping on the floor from previously opening the gift you grab the bow with the bright red key. Feeling the effects of your nerves take over your intoxicated state, shaky hands begin to unlock the box. The feeling feels as if you opened a door to a new world.

Standing there tall, you didn’t know what you expected but the man standing like a beautiful sculpture sculpted by the gods of your dreams—just for you, was not it. You couldn’t lie to yourself and say you were memorized by his beauty, envying how beautiful his lashes laid across his cheeks, his perfectly pink lips, tall and strong.

Realizing your drunken mind didn’t exactly think to its full content when you realize, how will you get this man out the box alone?, he must be heavy with the muscles he attains. Examining his muscles, your eyes glance at the shining reflection of something. Something you nearly missed. A circled button the size of a bottle cap placed right in the inner biceps of his arms. The metal felt cold and smooth upon touching your finger tips, a few pushes didn’t do anything, you were running out of hope of this thing turning on, there were no directions, instructions, anything for you to learn with.

Holding the button exceptionally longer this time you gasped, stumbling back when you heard a small metal clink.

“Oh! You’re on!” Shocked when you see dull red lights that traced all through his left arm, watching the red intensify into a brighter red. Not noticing the pattern before too enchanted by his muscle. When your shock wears off, you see his eyes scanning around the room.

“May I step out?” Hearing his voice feels eerie, his voided emotions, you wonder if they all speak this way or are they allowed to change their voice. Multiple questions flooded your brain and you fought the urge to lay them all out on him right now.

“Yes, Um…

“I’m Android 008 of the ATEEZ collection. ATZINC will be releasing their first limited and new set of Androids to be your own personal companion. My database says I'm Choi Jongho.” He speaks his voice coming off stoic and manual like.

Nodding you walk towards the couch trying to put space between you and the android, without being so obvious to show how his voice puts fear in you, you do feel a little on edge hearing a human looking man speak so robotic, “Why wasn’t there any address? contact information on the note? It’s pretty creepy getting a Humanoid out of nowhere.”

Never was it your intention to come off rude but more to be straightforward, but now from his face you see your drunk decision of asking wasn’t the best when he shows you a hurt looked, a little too identical to

a puppy who has been kicked down. You really didn’t want to beat around the bush about these things, especially when the man standing here in your living room, though your drunken mind couldn’t stop the exhaustion hitting you, all you wanted to do was lay in your bed and knock out.

“I don’t know, I only know my core values and basic information. I know who I am built by but I do not know any name, address, or traces as well.” Hearing his tone sounded genuine and confused, it changed by itself automatically, just heightens your fear along with your guilt of sounding rude earlier and you want to apologize again.

“It’s really late…” ‘I shouldn’t have done this so late and drunk, or done this at all.’ Is what you want to continue saying but you bite back the words taking a deep breath, “You can take the guest room.”

There’s no going back.

A few days had passed and you were getting more and more comfortable per say with having an android around, it wasn’t as scary as you thought it would be. It was pretty normal. Everything almost fell into place so nicely. It was still weird though, living with someone other than yourself.

Jongho was off, getting more comfortable in your guest room and you were happy for the extra room at the moment. You didn’t expect to have an android or ever get one so you didn’t have the need to go out and seek things for one, but you felt bad if you were to make him sleep on the small couch in the living room. Although the guest room was pretty bland and collected dust over the couple of months being unused, it was better than nothing.

Wiping down the kitchen counter you clean up the mess from dinner trying to hurry up so you can shower. Many questions roam around in your mind. You have a lot of questions you want to ask Jongho but you don’t want to come off overbearing or too annoying, the thought of annoying him makes you want to laugh since he’s under your roof and you basically own him. Thinking about owning him makes you feel different emotions, you feel weird owning something that's not what used to be normal, like a pet. But, part of you feels proud to own an android after all they are naturally seeked by today’s society, so owning one was something others could be envious of, which is also why you decided to keep it a secret for the moment being. No need to rush into anything, it was your business after all and you didn’t need to share that part of your life if you didn’t feel the need to.

Soon enough you see him emerge from down the steps, and the feeling of having someone else present in your house other than you is still very new to you. You’re trying to make him feel as home-y as you can make it, by cooking dinner now even knowing if he was hungry but it felt like the most respectful and domesticated thing to do.

“Jongho? Um do you, are you, would you like some food?” Stumbling over your words you gulp looking at the pot on the stove, you were on your way to put it on the fridge but you didn’t know if androids got hungry or even needed food, did they even need regular human necessities? Just thinking of the thoughts sends chills down your spine, they are much more resilient and better than an average human.

“Yeah, sure. Thank you.” He makes sure to send you a comforting smile.

Relaxing your shoulders and letting out a small breath you didn’t know you held, his relaxing tone really did help calm you down. He was so nonchalant, you couldn’t hear the monotone in his voice, he laughed more and told jokes. You internally thanked him for making the experience much more bearable than you had originally pictured it to be, because although it was new, foreign, and felt weird, you weren’t disgusted or annoyed with him.

“Is it bad If I have the urge to ask a lot of questions?” Walking around to hand him the plate of food, you decide to bring up the questions you were habouring in your mind.

“No, No it’s perfectly normal. Especially since you said that I was just left here without a trace, I can only assume you would have a lot of questions.” Eating his food. You watch him closely as he swallows perfectly fine, continuing to eat. The whole experience seems much more than it is to you, when you see something not human doing human things. “I’m programmed to know the basic information of myself as a product, I’m also coded to react, perceive, and do things just like a human.”

“Can you shower? or interact with water or does that interfere with stuff?”

“Yes I can shower, water does not kill me. I’m pretty durable.”

“Do you guys, can you guys die?” You think back to the button you pressed, curiosity itching at you to know about it.

A quick look passed through his eyes before he smiles returning to his calming state, “Not technically, but the button you turned me on, it can be pressed If I want to shut off, it takes around ten seconds until it activates for the reason of decision making and for consent, since it’ll have to be a mutual decision making.”

“If you were to be turned off, does that mean you can never be turned on again?”

“Yes but the more I am rebooted, the less functionable I will become. Similar to a human if they become sick or hurt and never fully heal and just continue to become sick, they’ll die, for us we will no longer be able to reboot after being restarted many times.” Swallowing the last bit of food Jongho looks at you with a worried expression, “Sometimes androids can become very dangerous after being restarted.”

Jongho’s words send panic through you, and the look of worry he gives you makes you believe the color drained from your face. Questioning what you had done, was this even what you wanted, letting curiosity win, allowing yourself to engage in what everyone raves about, still you should have known—nothing in life ever comes free.

“But you don’t have to worry, you won’t ever have a need to turn me off. I promise you, and it’s after a few tries this becomes about. I take it as if you are done with something you won’t be going back to, so if down the road we ever decide to turn me off you don’t need to reboot me up.”

His words soothe all your nerves and you think about how nice you have it, he would willingly be okay with going about turning himself off if anything was to occur. While also reassuring you that there would never be a need for you to want to turn him off, he was gladly going to respect and accept any rules you were going to set.

Deciding to end the conversation for the time being, you didn’t want to know anymore at the moment, “We should get ready for bed, I know you don’t have any sleep wear but I have this oversize shirt, maybe you can fit in it.”

Jongho nods, helping you put the plates away, even telling you he’ll take care of the dishes and for you to rest upstairs. Not giving him a chance to change your mind you rush upstairs, a hot shower is what you need to relax, adjusting is overwhelming sometimes, but you know at any moment you want you can stop this.

Later that night you stood up researching things about Androids, how to live with them, celebrities review, videos on it. Everything you came across was good reviews, still you knew not to be fooled by what the press put out to the public, some if not most press information always was in favor of social standards, of course they would fabricate anything for reads and gains. Yawning allows yourself to rest for the night when you see midnight already passed by.

“Jongho?!” Gasping you're awakened when you see a shadow at the end of your bed.”

“You scared me, Why are you just standing there?!” Holding your chest, you don’t mean to sound angry but being awoken to your android standing over you in the middle of the night, staring at you with a small smile.  With your room dark with only the low television humming in the background you can’t help feel creeped out. Cursing under your breath you sit up quickly wrapping the covers around your chest to cover your braless state.

“Why are you not resting? Actually, why are you standing here right now?” Your voice comes out groggily as you feel the effects of being sleepy still weigh down on you.

Sitting up completely you wait for his answer looking at him in his underwear you force your eyes away from the noticeable tent pressing at the briefs, you don’t know if he’s hard or just well endowed—and shirt that you thought would fit him decent since it fit you quite oversized unfortunately that wasn’t the case when you see just how tight it appears to be on him, his biceps appeared to strain against the cheap fabric of the worn out shirt. He looks like a model straight out of a sexy calendar shoot.

“I don’t have any pillows…But I didn't want to wake you up. You seemed very tired.”

Finally you hear him, he speaks in a whisper and probably not to disrupt the tiredness still present in you anymore than he had too. Blinking forces you out of the frozen state when you watch his shuffle to place his hands over his boxer to block any eyes, specifically your eyes from eyeing his private areas. After you realize you’ve been eyeing him down since he woke you up with his presence you make a mental note to buy some pajamas that would fit him and cover him up way more.

“I’m gonna get you pajamas tomorrow.” You cough out, and now your body decides to catch up with your current situation, you feel your cheeks heating up and your stomach twisting in small knots. Mentally cursing yourself for not answering his question first and now you made it more obvious you were gawking at him just a few seconds ago.

“Pillows! Yes, um, just use this one.”

Grabbing the pillow beside you quickly throwing it to him, to your surprise he catches it with quick reflexes sending you an amused smile. Laying back down you watch him leave, letting your eyes trail down to his perfectly shaped buttocks, and you curse under your breath, thinking to yourself how truly perfect this man could get.

Shopping in public with a piece of hunk by your side was something you didn’t think you could get used to. Simple things such as looking for a shirt for him felt so overwhelming, more so with him close behind you breathing down your neck, humming in approval at the ones he likes and ignoring the ones he doesn’t.  His fingers would graze across your waist when he would move over to allow you to move.

Every single time he made contact with you, you couldn’t help feel your cheeks heat up at any interaction. In a desperate attempt to get some time to breathe from Jongho you handed him a bunch of clothes motioning for him to go try it on in the changing room. Exhaling a breath you didn’t know you held in when you were alone. Even his scent of cologne that stuck to his body was starting to heat your body up whenever he was around. You didn’t know if you were just horny or missing a touch, maybe he was doing this. Any assumptions didn't matter anymore, just that you were extremely attracted to your human android.

If someone was to tell you a couple years ago when you were just hearing about AI, and the new wave of Humanoids that you would one day own one, and be attracted to one—you’ll laugh in their face and call them a plain idiot.

Each and every single outfit Jongho tried on forced your thighs closer together, crossing them to send some pressure to your core. Only being a week in you feel terrible for gawking at him every second, eating in every detail he allows you to see in him.

Skinny jeans on him is a curse disguised as a blessing to you, you feel your cheeks heat up whenever his voice would ask “Does this look good on me?” — you hold back all the compliments you want to yell his way. Simply nodding and sending a thumbs up you don’t trust your voice to help you not sound like a fool, you will for sure word vomit.

When you glance at Jongho again you tell yourself you’re imagining things when you see the slyst smirk appear on his lips. You begin to think he’s not the most innocent you make him out to be.

When the months began pass by, everything began moving quickly and everything fell into place. So smoothly, you understood, they weren’t as much money as you expected them to be. Jongho barely ate and usually just energized through sleep and working out, which freaked you out in a sense, yet was a relief on the money you saved once you realized you were still basically paying everything for yourself only. That didn’t mean you never bought Jongho things, you actually splurged on him quite a bit, buying him a phone, learning his style more so you can buy him more clothes. Through time it began to feel like you had a friend instead of owning an android, Jongho thought on his own, had his own opinion on things, even having his own dislikes and likes.

That horniness you felt for Jongho those months ago, never went away. A part of you think’s Jongho is playing with your mind, the way he watches you when you cook dinner, or after showering, when you watch movies with him. How his hands linger, brushing against your skin whenever he moves to make himself more comfortable, or to always see what you’re up too. He found a new liking in peering over your shoulder, letting his finger tips graze against your hips, just to be gone as quick as he came to you.

“So you said this was one of your favorite movies?” Jongho’s voice pulls you out of your sexual trance that you suffer a lot these days due to your constant horny state. Almost cursing at him for distracting your daydream of sutle touches and high sexual tension.

Nodding your head you look over at him, seeming him closer than he was before. Everything in your body wills you not to look down at his pink lips, those pink lips. You faintly see him licking his lips that same sly smirk reaching towards his lips.

“You’re doing this on purpose.” Whispering you lean closer to him wanting to dab in the side everyone whispers about these days.

“What do you mean?”

Your eyes flutter close when you feel his soft words brush over your lips, he’s gotten closer, as well—you realize. Deciding enough is enough, you make the first move, pressing your lips into his, stalling your movements for a moment to test the waters, until you feel his move against yours. Jongho takes the lead in kissing you, opting for a slow steady kiss, there was no need to rush when he was just getting started with you. He’s quick to discard your baggy shirt, over the moon when he’s met with your braless state.

“The first time I saw these tits in that tank top you slept in, I wanted to touch them, kiss them, play with them.” Moaning out when you feel his lips attach to your right nipple, all while playing a game of pleasure and pain with the other. Sliding his free hand into your simple pajama shorts, his fingers search blindly for your love button. Teeth grazing at your sensitive nipple, the whimper that falls from your lips is pitiful. When the fabric of your panties along with tour shorts becomes too annoying for Jongho’s liking he yanks them off your legs.

“Take off your clothes.” Pouting at him you really want to see his body bare, all the times he walked around in a towel drops of water sliding down his chest blessed your mind, you remember the first time he had walked up to you how he innocently asked for the lotion like he wasn’t purposely teasing you, how you bit your bottom lip that night so hard suppressing the moan that wanted to slip while you touched yourself to the thought of him. You want to know what he would do if he found out you touched yourself to the thought of him before. Ridding himself of his clothes, Jongho is quick to get back to his mission of pleasing you, he couldn’t afford  a second to be interrupted after he finally got what he wanted.

Spreading your thighs, you eye Jongho as he looks at your soaked pussy like you’re not human but a meal to indulge in, and he was a starving man. Heat flares through your stomach, to your clit, back to your cheeks. You believe your  living room became a few degrees hotter, when Jongho leans down, using both his hands to spread your lips and get the best look at your cunt. Taking in a sharp breath when you feel him gently blow on your clit, earning him a mewl of approval from you.

“Have to stretch you out, I don’t think you can take my dick yet.” He speaks like his breath is gone, while his eyes train on your soaking cunt before going down and  wrapping his lips around your swollen clit, pressing his tongue flat against the bud. His fingers curled with every thrust making sure to send you further to the edge with every motion. Looking up at you Jongho watches you shudder in pleasure, finally after getting you to the point of no return he gets to revel in the pleasure of you.

“You’re doing so good.” Trailing his free hand up your chest he cups your right breast, tongue continuing his flicks on your clit. His mouth works wonders on your pussy, drinking up everything you give him, fingers moving at a comfortable pace, your legs lock around his head. You haven’t felt this pleasure, especially at this peak, this was a new all time high of pleasure.

“I’m gonna come.” Warning him your fingers grasp onto his hair pulling on the silky strands, “Oh Fuck.”

His fingers finally change from the steady maintaining thrust to a rough quick one. His other hand finds their way to your ass pulling you closer to his mouth and fingers, the deadly combination all you need to get thrown over the edge with he sucks on your swelling clit, curling his fingers to press on your g-spot. White and black dots blind your vision while any noise turns into background noise.

It takes you a few minutes to come down from the high he launched you into, finally landing on the clouds you listen to his sweet words praising you— ‘Good girl’ , ‘Did so well for me’—You find yourself turning into mush in his embrace, finally embracing the perks of having your birthday gift—even after months of waiting.

“I wanna ride you.” Breathlessly you look at him through blissed out eyes, remembering his thighs in the skinny jeans, how you wish to bounce on his dick until you couldn’t comprehend anything else but that.

“Go on, fuck yourself on my cock.” His words go straight to your core, a gush of wetness collecting at your cunt. Taking his cock into your hand you tease the tip with your slit, gasping when it nudges your swollen clit. Jongho watches you, eyes hazed with lust, mouth parted, a small groan leaving his mouth when you slowly begin to sink yourself down onto him. Letting out a breath you didn’t know you were keeping, the burn of the stretch his thickness gave you

“Does it feel good?” Jongho breathlessly ask trying to contain his movements, fighting the urge to fuck himself into you.

Rocking back and forth slowly you feel yourself getting drunk off the pleasure every time his cock nudges your g-spot and kisses your cervix gently. Planting your hands on his chest you look down at him taking in how good he looked at the moment. In the moment he looked like he was rightfully a human but he wasn’t fucking like one. You loved the deadly combination a little more than you would ever admit to yourself. If anyone told you, you would be fucking yourself on an androids dick you would’ve looked at them as though they lost their mind, however here you were. Lifting yourself up you moaned loudly when you made your way down keeping the rhythm until you were fully bouncing on his cock.

Looking down you watch the way your pussy swallows Jongho hard length whole, mewling when he thrust up to meet you, “It feels so good.”

“Fuck, look at how cock shows through your stomach, baby. Fucking-shit.”

Looking down you see the outline of his cock pushing against your bottom stomach, and the moan you let out is exceptionally loud, you can’t seem to care when Jongho was fucking you so good. His pace was perfect, not too rough, just enough for you to feel every inch of his length and girth. The burn you felt from the stretch went on to intensify the pleasure bubbling in your stomach.

The pleasure feels overwhelming, almost. You feel your knees tense and tremble from the heated pleasure coursing through your whole body. Everything was hot, raw, and intense. Sweat forming on both yourself and him, it doesn’t throw you off but instead pushes you further on him. You never experienced something so euphoric. Now you understand, you understand why everyone craves these things, they fuck and look like gods.

“Fuck, Jongho I-I’m..”

“I know baby, I know. Come for me. Being such a good girl for me, taking my dick so well, taking everything I give you so well.” Pressing his forehead against yours you don’t pull away, only letting his lips swallow your gasping cries in a heated kiss when the knot in your stomach snaps quicker than you could’ve expected catching you off guard. Threading your fingers through his hair you can’t help pulling on it not even knowing if it’ll affect Jongho too wrapped in your pleasurable state, especially when he rolled his hips into yours, his thick tip softly kissing your cervix deliciously gentle now. His strong hands grip your ass rolling your hips into his, his lips never leave yours only deepening the kiss sliding his tongue into your mouth. Everything feels feverishly hot, the way your body sticks to him, how he moves you to his tune with such ease has you melting more into him.

Throughout his torturously slow pace and his fingers find their way to play with your oversensitive bud, pulling away to watch you twist and turn from the tremendous pleasure shooting through you. Back arching, your hand tries to stop his two digits from flicking at your swollen clit.

“So sensitive.” He purrs at the way you begin to writhe under his touch.

“You can come again, right? Being such a good girl for me.” His praises flutter your heart more than you expected and your walls flutter around his cock. “Does my baby like being praised? I can feel your pussy tightening every time I speak.”

You thought his words could truly send you into another spiraling orgasm, mindlessly rubbing your hips onto his harder, you don’t recognize how you blindly started fucking yourself on his cock with every word he whispered into your ear. Hugging him tightly you chase your own high again, Jongho’s fingers helping you meet the overwhelming pleasure—His baby, floats around your thoughts, whimpering at the bubble of pleasure ready to pop in your stomach

“Baby come with me—”

“—You look so good like this.”

“Gonna come.” Riding him faster you cry out when the head of his cock repeatedly hits that spot in you with every single thrust.

“Jongho, I’m gonna come.” Warning him once more you shake in his hold screaming his name out when he thrust into you rougher, crying out in pleasure when you come around him, a rush of bliss running throughout your body. Jongho twitches inside you trembling, a string of curses leave his lips before they attach themselves to your neck, shuddering when you the tingling sensation with every mark he leaves on your neck, slowly bringing you back down from cloud nine.

“I’m sorry our first time was on the couch.” He breathlessly laughs after a few months of heavy breathing and soft touches—giggling along with him not fully down from your euphoric state. “I hope the time spent made up for it.”

Feeling his breath on your neck you bite back the moan you want to release, you begin wondering if he ever runs out of stamina. He probably could fuck you for hours on end everyday and even though you know your human body probably couldn’t handle it, the thought still sent a wave of arousal through your body. Lately you find yourself falling into your thoughts more and more, they always end up being about Jongho, you can’t help the way your mind imagines everything with him, you've gotten so used to him these past couple months.

You opened sides of yourself you never thought could happen, you felt things you never felt whilst also reminiscing on feelings you missed. You missed being held and loved, and this birthday present was probably more cherishable than you thought it would have been.

Lately you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched everywhere you went. At the grocery store, the mini mart, checking the mail, you began to think you were just playing games with yourself. Then one day you decided to test the theory out, walking mindlessly in a park for an hour you pretended to not see the man far behind you. Still it wasn’t enough, so you decided to go into a cafe and order your usual drink and standing outside the cafe no less than ten minutes you see him walk inside. You drink your hot drink shaking in the cold weather while you watch Jongho talk to the same worker who took your order.

It takes you about a week to find the courage to question Jongho. You fight with yourself mentally on why you didn’t approach him that day, but you wouldn’t allow yourself to admit you were scared of what he could do to you. Nonetheless, the eerie feeling you felt never ceased to settle down. You felt like you were living in a house with a stranger after he made you feel so comfortable with him. He had you play like a fool and you fell into everything so blindly, without any second thought you ask Jongho the question that's been lingering in the back of your mind—even when you know the answer.

“Jongho, have you been… watching me? While I'm out?” Deep inside you hope your question throws him off and he lies, you don’t want to believe Jongho has been watching you any time you guys weren’t together. Why would he be so sneaky? Did he not trust you? A bunch of questions ran through your mind only forcing you to become more nauseous with concern .

Looking to the side to face him, stomach becomes queasy when his lips curve into a small smile. There’s no sense of shame in his behavior. Cold fingers intertwined with you, red lights engraved in his arms, you didn’t understand what they did and that small thought sent you down a hole of dark thoughts.Not knowing his body functions, not knowing anything about him truly. Everything slaps you back in your face. The cough reminds you of the first time you gave yourself to him, you feel served.

“Is it so bad?” He doesn’t deny it and you begin to panic, Jongho as always could sense your fear.

“I’m only protecting you! You need me to take care of you, anyone could hurt you at any moment.” His words are desperate now, he’s trying to get you to see from his point of view but you can’t now when you feel all your privacy had been ripped from you,

“I don’t like it, Jongho! I understand you want to protect me but please this is not okay, you have to see that it’s not right to follow me and I don’t know that you are.” Crying out you can’t understand how he’s okay with what he’s doing. He wasn’t even allowed to leave without letting you know, “You need to stop. I don’t like it.”

Jongho’s smile doesn’t make you feel any less irritated, only forcing more annoyance on you, he was clearly taking you as a joke and it felt like a slap in the face. He might as well have laughed in your face at this point with the amusing look he gave you, was he not embarrassed? that he got caught watching you? does he not sense the oddness of his action

“I don’t want you to follow me anymore. You aren’t supposed to leave the house” Standing up and putting some authority in your voice you hope it’s enough to get your point across. The conversation felt like it was going nowhere, this was your desperate attempt to put some boundaries that clearly weren’t made clear to Jongho.

“I’m serious, Jongho. Don't do it again, or this, whatever this was or is, will be done.”

You didn’t like resulting in threats, especially to Jongho after growing such a soft spot for him despite his actions, you knew they were weird and off, but, when he made it seem like he was only trying to protect you, you found yourself in an inner battle with yourself. Knowing well enough his actions weren’t okay, you’re quick to want to put an end to it but to even second guess how you felt in this situation scared you bringing back the thought of what Jihoon had said— were you really changing?

“You can’t do that.”

His smile completely wiped from his face, his eyes shooting you a sharp look of shock, and outraged. You catch a glimpse of his hands turning, looking at him you feel a wave of fear course through you at the imagine of what would happen if you actually tried to turn him off, you didn’t even upfrontly say it due to the fear of even thinking of him flipping out if you tried to disconnect him.

“Jongho, Please, All you have to do is stop following me.”

“Okay, then stay home.”

Shocked at his words you scoff stepping back, all fear you feel diminishing and turning into anger. This was your house, you owned him, not the other way around. He had the nerve to even speak like this to you. With each second you were starting to regret even having opened and turned him on, clearly things were wrong with this version of AI.

“Let me find out, it’s that little friend of yours putting nonsense into you.”

Gasping you look at him with a look as if he has two heads, “ Are you talking about Jihoon? What are you going to do Jongho? You sound crazy, do you not hear you.”

“You threatened to turn me off.”

“I-I…I didn’t say that Jongho, I never said that.” You feel stupid, being afraid to voice your true intentions with a lie that anyone could tell was fake.

“Yet you insinuated it, after everything? you would want to turn me off, because I made sure you were okay?” His voice holds a mixture of annoyance and hurt, “If you don’t want me to protect you anymore, I’ll stay home.”

Leaving you alone in the living room he makes his way to the room, you hear the room to the left—the guest room slam shut. He hasn’t used the room ever since the night you guys had sex on the couch, he made his spot present on your bed, his warmth was something you were already use to, yet tonight you should be ripped of any warmth provided by him.

“You were with him.”

“Jongho, please.” You sigh, taking off your coat. You didn’t not want to deal with his jealousy right now, ever since you had that argument with him about following you, he promised to stop and he did, yet it only forced him to become more on edge whenever you left. Most times you stood home just to avoid his looks of irritation and attitude whenever you came back from going anywhere without him.

“You smell like him, and it disgust me.” His sour expression declared his distaste for Jihoon.

All you did was go out for a few hours with Jihoon, simply to help him buy his little sister a birthday gift, but that to Jongho was equivalent to cheating or abandoning him, as he likes to call it.

“We only went to the mall.”

“I’ll shower.” Trying to put the fire out before it blows up, desperately not wanting to fall into another argument with Jongho.

“I’ll help take the smell off, there's always time for showers later.”

His warm embrace swallows you whole. Back leaning into his chest, allowing him to wrap his arms around your frame, goosebumps rose on your skin when the feeling of his warm lips brushed against the curve of your neck sending the ticklish sensation all over your body. Falling into the pool of pleasure you let yourself embrace the pleasurable side of Jongho—anything but an argument.

“Jongho—” You moan, subconsciously tilting your head allowing him to leave more kisses on your neck. Quickly he picks you up with ease walking to your bedroom.

Placing on the bed you can’t take a moment to situate yourself when his lips are already on yours kissing you urgently, slipping his tongue into your mouth easily deepening the kiss to his liking. Fingers holding your cheeks loving while the other lift your shirt up, quick to rid of you any clothing he considered unnecessary—which was all to him. Your body is rid of any fabric completely leaving you bare for Jongho to take everything in.

“Please, don’t make me wait.” You plea against his lips moving your hands to quickly discard him of his shirt, momentarily breaking the kiss to remove the light piece of fabric, then your hands are all over his chest touching anything you can get your hands on.

Skin smooth and warm, only making you want to touch him more. Any thought that came to interrupt your pleasurable moment was snatched away with Jongho’s lips kissing you all over your chest, breast, arms, everywhere we can get. Nearly every inch of your neck made contact with his lips, leaving you to become nothing but a puddle of pleasure.

Jongho removed his bottoms and underwear, already throbbing hard from the act in the living room. Using his precum to help pump his cock in his hand, he moans around your neck, choosing to lift his gaze to watch you, “Touch yourself for me, get yourself ready to take my dick.”

Moaning out like a bitch in heat you do exactly what he says, because right now it’s exactly how you feel when your brain memorizes to play with your clit mindlessly in front of him, slipping two fingers into your soaked pussy, you fuck yourself on your fingers, eyes flickering between Jongho and his moving hand. All you can feel is the desire to please him and have him please you in the way you know he can—play your body like his most prized instrument, play to his heart's content. A guttural moan leaves Jongho when he squeezes his hand around his length, his eyes never leave your sight, taking in the way you play with yourself, edging him faster to fuck you.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Grabbing your hand to stop your movement, he pulls your fingers to his mouth, sucking your essence off your digits. Removing his mouth from your hand he gives your an eager kiss after he felt like he would

explode if he didn’t get any sort of release at any moment.

“Turn around, with your ass up.”

Before he can blink you’re turned around, ass up. Eager to finally have his cock in you. Selfishly you embrace the feeling he gives you when he finally slides his cock into your warm pussy. Letting him claim his place in you once again, a way that warms his heart and what he would be his heart if he had one.

“S-shit, Jongho. Right there. ” The moans are loud and bouncing off the walls along with the sound of low grunts and skin clapping when he removes your fingers from his mouth to concentrate on his pace. The way he never let up on his relentless thrust only snapping his hips harder into yours pushing the middle of your back down onto the bed, only forcing himself deeper into you, the immense amount of pleasure has your eyes widening when one thrust hads you shaking under him.

Gripping the sheets tightly you fear you may rip them but there was no time to think of that when Jongho was fucking you so good right now, all you could think about was his cock hitting your g-spot with such force it had your sight blurring and eyes crossing. He hasn’t broken a sweat from the living room, to masturbating, to fucking you so well and through it all kept his pace going non-stop. Sweat layered your skin whilst your pussy juice continued to leak out of you like you were a waterfall. Besides the fact Jongho had a love for dirty talking in your ear, whispering the most absurd sentences that had you quivering in white blinding heat.

“I’m gonna come-” Coming out in a slur manner, a moan interrupted your sentence. you cry out in pleasure, body tipping over the edge, the knot in your stomach only grew stronger and stronger; you could practically grasp your orgasm with your fingertips.

“Fuck, the way you tighten around me everytime I hit your sweet spot.” Too caught in your web of pleasure you just shake under him feeling yourself come undone once again a loud cry leaving your lip turning to endless sobs. His pace only grew rougher and you drift into the never ending waves of pleasure, eyes rolling back, thighs trembling, your knees no longer strong enough to hold you up. “You’re dripping all over my cock, making a mess of yourself. What would your little friend think if he saw how I have you right now?”

Ice cold fingertips tug at your sensitive nipples, shocking you forcing your back to arch into his chest, writhing in overwhelming pleasure you try to move away from his touch, but he’s so strong compared to you, you don’t move an inch. Just when you think it’s too much his cold touch soon turns warm, confusing your human body with the different temperatures.

“Gonna fuck you forever. Make you mine. Only I can see you this way.” He whispers in your ear with every thrust becoming more sloppy, you feel his lips drag over the shell of your ear.

“Say you’re mine.”

Basking in the pleasure he gives you, you don’t let the urging, pleading, desperate tone of his throw you off in the moment. Any other moment would have you looking at him weirdly, the tone he had messed up the atmosphere in the room. And, given the moment you felt heat pool around your stomach at his command, part of you liked it.

Whining loudly when you feel his hand on your asscheek three times in a row, forcing a stinging sensation to spread only igniting more heat to your core, mewling softly when his cool hand soothes the heated skin. Jongho can’t help the chuckle that leaves him when he feels you clench around him. He doesn’t know if your pleasure feels how he does but if he was programmed and coded correctly to mimic human emotions then you should feel the carnal desire he feels spreading throughout his body.

With every roll and grind hot pleasure shot through your core mixing pleasure with pain from the overstimulation your body was put through but you couldn’t care for it, just wanting to feel more.

“Turn around, I wanna see your face when I come.” His breath sends tingles down your spine when you hear his pleasured filled voice directly in your ear. When he playfully nips at the top of your ear, you take it as your que to turn around, which you do quickly, forgetting everything else in the past to enjoy the pleasure he brings to you.

Cupping your face in his hands, his thrust never falters in their motion. He knows your body so well it never ceases to amaze you with how quick he can have you turning into putty in his hands. Hot pleasure spreads throughout your spine landing back into your lower stomach. You feel the sweat forming on your hairline, it becomes the least of your worries when you can only worry about the release that’s lingering in front of your face with every sharp thrust Jongho gives you.

Crying out when he removes his cock from your sensitive core. Clenching around nothing you whimper when you feel his cold fingers play with your swollen bud, fingers slipping between your slit dipping into your core. Pressing his two fingers into your soaking pussy he arches his digits pressing that spot that has you trembling as you moan his name, “I asked you a question, love.” he refers back to his demand.

“I’m yours, only yours.” Leaning in your kiss him in a heated manner trying to distract yourself from the words you were assuring him with. Distracting both you and him from the uncertainty and fear lingering in your voice. Already too late you gave into the pleasure, letting it blow away any thought that wasn’t on Jongho, you didn’t feel worry when all you can focus on is the burning need to have Jongho.

Pressing his lips into yours, his kisses are always desperate and full of need these days. Jongho’s warm hands leave you dangerously close to the edge, your release felt like water in your hand, so quick to slip away from you when he deemed enough. Gently lifting your leg over his shoulder, the deeper his cock sinks into you and you think you’ll never fully get used to his size. Shaking in his grasp you cry out abruptly thrown over the edge from his cock only, pushing against the bed, uneven breath’s leave your swollen lips in a feeble attempt to control the pleasure attacking your sensitive core and lower stomach.

“You came just from me entering you.” A small growl leaves his throat when you walls flutter uncontrollably around him, “Missed my cock that much? Knew I made you into my own little personal slut.”

A deep gasp leaves you when he forces himself out of your pussy to snap his hips right back in, beginning the pattern of his deep thrusts. His warm hand grasps your jaw, swallowing your noise in a deep kiss, wrapping your other leg around his back, you moan into his rough kiss, the sensitivity from your previous orgasm still lingering throughout your body, twitching and shuddering when his thrust becomes sloppy.

“Fuckfuck, I’m gonna come.”

His lips dance over yours while he speaks you both through the quick approach high, the way he fucks you, looks at you, kisses you, is so intense there’s not a chance to deny the beating of your heart slamming against your chest wildly. Sent over the edge again in one night, holding him close to you, legs tensing when he removes his cock from you rubbing his hand quickly on his cock, fingers pressing into the underside of his tip, fucked out expression as he come undone spilling his seed all over your swollen pussy and abdomen.

Lifting his head he looks at you with a pleased glaze in his eyes leaning down to kiss you softly now, nothing like before. Falling to the side of the bed catching his breath quicker than you could ever, his fingers turn cool on your heated skin, grazing his fingertips on your cheek, “Lets clean you up.”

Nodding mindlessly you wait to feel his arms enveloping around your frame, in the moment you allow your mind to rest from the thoughts of his possessive nature, because, although he might be too protective for your liking—he never fails to take care of you in ways you couldn’t yourself.

Many always say it’s the calm before the storm, or the straw that broke the camel's back. Nothing good can always last forever, not in this world. Something will always come and bite you in your ass even if you didn’t deserve it.

Dashing to the guest room, you find Jongho taking off his sweater. That navy blue hoodie, the same one you see walking across the street from you when you went to grab a few more groceries on your way back home. You knew it was him the moment you saw the blue hoodie behind a group of teens keeping up pace with you.

“Hey.” Trying to control your breathing from running home to see if you can catch him, you did. But you can’t let your anger over take you right now, it would only lead to an argument and make up sex. You would get nowhere, this had become a toxic situation you no longer wanted to be in.

“Are you going anywhere?” Referring to his hoodie he had, he never wore hoodies inside. You need to make a plan, clearly the boundaries you had set no longer matter to him and he didn’t care for any of the concerns you had about him being overbearing. Slowly the curtain was being pulled back and you were seeing the true side of him.

“No, I’m just cold.”

Cold? Does he think you’re an idiot?

“Can you actually head over to the 24/7 store? We need some things for the house.” You force your eyes to stay on him and not wander away, anything to not seem nervous around him.

“Sure.” Confused when you see his palm out towards you, “The money…for the store.”

“Oh yeah!” Quickly running to the living room you grab your purse, shoving a couple of bills in his hands, you need him out quick so you can think of a plan to remove him from your house and all you need is someone help.

Walking him to the door you give him a quick goodbye kiss, closing the door when you see him walk off towards the direction of the convenience store. You knew the risk of Jihoon being in your house right now would be a big one, especially with Jongho being back any second you needed to think of a plan and think of one quickly. But desperate times call for desperate measures, so when he answers the phone call confused as to why you are begging him to come over whispering in between how he needed to be as quick as he could.

After waiting for Jihoon to get to your place from the back door you explain everything to him, from beginning to end, leaving out how possessive Jongho got over Jihoon especially. Nervously biting your nails you waited to hear what Jihoon would say, you braved yourself for any outburst and scene but you just got a deep look.

“How do we get him to turn off?” After a moment of silence he ask chewing his bottom lip nervously, everything you told him wasn’t the best version to hear he could have gotten, but he didn’t have any time to waste he could sense how urgent this was, you looked afraid of everything. Looking over your shoulder, pacing around the doors, he knows the android sparked some sense of paranoia in you. You’re no longer the same person you were a month ago, you were deteriorating into a paranoid and fearful mess.

“The button to shut him off is located in his inner bicep. He told me how it takes around ten seconds to fully shut off. Something about how the ten second will give the android consent to being turned off, supposed to make the whole idea of AI being respected as human companions.”

“I don’t think the chances of us being able to press that button for at least ten seconds are high without him probably demolishing us.” Jihoon runs a hand through his hair, fear seeping into his thoughts when he watches your fearful gaze at the chances you guys had.

“Can we trap him?” Shooting up from the couch you yank on Jihoon’s hand you run towards the guest room, “I can get him to get into the glass box for a second, I’ll lock it and you can help me carry it.” You just hope the glass is strong enough to hold him in.

Jihoon thinks through the plan and even though this could have many risks, one risk being everything goes to shit and for the worse. But, what other chance did they have? Jihoon could sense the uncertainty you were starting feeling around Jongho, he wishes you would have spoken about this before so you guys didn’t have to rush through everything, especially now with a pissed android searching for Y/N. He knows it’s only a handful of minutes until Jongho catches onto you not being at the convenience store.

“What the fuck?”

Your eyes darted all over the room looking for the glass box anywhere yet it’s nowhere to be seen. It’s gone like it never even existed, “It was here, He must’ve moved it…Why would he do that?”

“He must've suspected you would do something. He’s been caught onto you. We don’t have much time anymore, we should just leave and come back with the police.” Jihoon’s voice comes out urgently along with his hands pulling at you to follow him out the house. The hallways seem longer and he looks behind to make sure you're keeping up, he knows times are running out.

“Ji-” Screaming you try to warn him when you see Jongho in front of him, flinching away in reflex when your friend's body comes tumbling on the floor, groaning in pain while holding his head.

“Jongho, please I can explai-”

Stepping over your friend in excruciating pain, Jongho grabs your jaw, you feel the pain of his fingers digging into your bones, whimpering you look at him in fear.

“I didn’t think you would actually go through and try to disconnect me from you. Did you think I’ll allow it? You knew I wouldn’t and that’s why you’re shaking in fear right now...So smart but yet you do the most idiotic actions.”

Tears rush to your eyes, from embarrassment of getting caught to the pain Jongho’s grip gives you, they quickly fall down your squished cheeks. You find it hard to talk yet you wouldn’t even dare try with the deep look Jongho gives you. With such a deep glare your knee felt weak enough to drop you right along with Jihoon.

“The things you cause to happen will have an effect, baby. You have to see that there are consequences for the things you do.” With that he pushes you onto the floor.

Quick to grab your friend by his shirt yanking him up to his feet. Jongho watched the blood seep down his neck from the blow he gave him. Jongho holds himself from completely bashing his skull so he could no longer feel a reaction. He almost laughs at the idiot for even thinking he could help you outsmart him, when he indeed ran the whole game.

“Come on..” Jongho says a playful undertone to his words “Be a man, you were man enough to try to plan to kill me? Is it so wrong to ask for the same attitude now?”

Not giving him a turn to speak, Jongho sends a heavy punch to his cheek. Keeping his grip on his shirt to stop him from falling, he quickly sends another one to his jaw feeling thrilled when he sees the blood start to escape his mouth. He loves the way his metal rings, the ones you gifted him, his favorite by far from how deep they cut  into Jihoon’s human skin.

“Can’t speak? You’re pretty fucking useless, I don’t see the need for you to have a mouth.” Jongho scoffs just before hitting his mouth with a brutal punch. When Jihoon legs give out Jongho only crouches to the floor to continue his punch on Jihoon’s face. Blood coats his features quickly painting Jongho’s hand crimson red.

Jongho fist doesn’t stop punching, not when you scream, sob, or try to pull him off of him, only pushing you into the wall with a look that forces you to coward back in fear. Your friend's face becoming unrecognizable by the second, you feared Jongho would truly kill him with his own bare hands. It’s a sight that will forever stay in your mind, the scene making your heart break into pieces.

“Jongho! You’re gonna kill him, please stop.” Screaming when you see him raise his bloody fist landing a heavy punch to Jihoon’s unconscious body breaking some of his teeth. Blood covered his face, smashed like he was hit with a stone, but it wasn’t enough for Jongho, not when he kept raising his fist only to bring it back down, smirking when he heard the sound of bones cracking. Having enough, you try again to grab Jongho’s hand.

“Please Jongho, Don’t kill him.” Yanking on his blood stained arm, you force yourself to hold in the gag you wanted to let out at the sight of your half dead friend. You don’t even know if he will survive after what he’s been through. One last blow from his other fist Jongho pushes you off of him and moves from your motionless friend kicking him with his boot to move over him

Looking at you with a twisted look Jongho looks down at Jihoon’s motionless body in a puddle of blood and broken teeth, letting out a chuckle when you flinch at him bending down to check Jihoon’s pulse. “He’s going to die regardless, might as well get it over with quickly.”

Everything happens too fast and all you feel is your heart drop right along with Jongho’s foot when he stomps on your friend's face as if he was an insect. Holding onto the couch you try not to fall to the ground at the sight of your dead friend, the heavy pounding of your heart is all you can hear, not the loud sobs you scream out at the sight of your friend whose neck was now broken by Jongho or the sounds of his bones breaking with Jongho’s laugh.

Seeing red you don't feel your legs forcing themselves towards Jongho and the corpse of your friend. The smack you give him, it pains you, the one single smack you deliver to Jongho feels as if he just used your own strength against you, a pulsing throbbing pain shoots down your hand to your arm when your hand collides with the metal beneath Jongho skin. Whimpering you grab your hand holding it to your chest to ease the pain. How clueless to forget he wasn’t an actual human. You only feel more stupid when you see him smile, not even phased by the hit you gave.

You see it before you feel it, the bloody floor right in front of you and across from you is Jihoon’s smashed face, then comes the throbbing prickling burning sensation spreads like a wildfire on your right side. When the bitter metallic taste fills your mouth and you realize he backhanded you—he hit you. Still after hitting him and him killing your friend in front of your face it never crossed your mind that he would hit you back. You were a mere human, you didn’t think he would even be phased by your weak outlashes.

Blinking away the tears you bring a shaky hand to your cheek to cradle the burning cheek. Cowering back in fear when you see him make his way to you, your frail movement’s don't work when his hands grip your hair, yanking you on your feet again. Everything begins to sting your face, your scalp, your heart. You’re so angry and destroyed. You would never be able to look at Jongho the same, he sealed that date when he stomped on your innocent friend to death.

“Come on, Hit me again. You wanna fight? Let’s fight.” Tapping his cheek harder than you could have, he begins taunting you. Looking like a psychotic person, it terrifies you beyond belief, you believed in this sick twisted world of yours, this was your devil and you were in hell. Your strength was nowhere able to compete with his, you were stupid to think you even had room to go against him. “You’re so tough right? so strong and mighty.”

Images and scenarios of him demolishing his face complete flash in your mind like red neon lights in the dark night, it’s all you can see and remember. If he could do that to a man what could he possibly do to you. The nauseating hits again when you remember his smushed face on your floor, all his bones and scattered teeth with blood and meat on your floor, something out of a horror movie. You began thinking about how he would break your bones leaving you to suffer and live with the pain. Gulping you grimace at the pain that leaves you alone, you’re scared for how painful your face will feel tomorrow. You’ll definitely have a terrible bruise.

“Not so big now are we?” He looks down at you, like he’s judging you, not the sweet loving jongho you know with the brown eyes no they have red in them probably programming some light beam to kill you with. “I think you need to learn your place.”

Like a weight has been thrown into your stomach and landed harshly giving you the only stomach ache,  you feel only fear and terror go through you. His eyes flicker with something sinister for a second before returning to their emotionless empty state. Yanking you to the couch disregarding the dead body laying there, he forces you to the middle of the living room. The buckle of his belt is heard and you can’t help letting the whimper escape your mouth.

“No…Pleas-”

“Y/N…Shut the fuck up before I break your jaw. I promise you I will.” He warns all while taking his belt off with one hand, the other gripped tightly in your hair. Wrapping the leather belt around your throat making a collar, “You wanted to act like a bitch so then you’ll be treated as such.” Buckling it along with swift tug has tumbling to your knees gasping for air around the belt buckles.

“You need to learn. You need to see that I’ll kill anything and anyone that comes close to you. Your family, your friends, anyone who tries to come between me and you, they will feel everything I put them through and I’ll make you watch, force you to see the punishment you put them through for allowing them near our happy home.” Kneeling in front of you, his rough cold fingers graze your cheek.

“You need to learn your place as a human.”

“I’ll kill them all until there’s only me and you. Until you realize your purpose of life is me— just how mine is you. Keep bringing people into your life, you’ll just see them die because of you” Grip strong on your jaw now he steals a kiss from you, something so minimal compared to your life he just stole from you.

Rug burns found their way to your legs as you’re being dragged by Jongho with such force it has your knees giving out and your airways closing up. Choking you desperately try to free yourself from the chokehold the belt has on you but to no avail when you're yanked harder forcing a cough to leave you. Words form in your brain but they don’t come out to save you, only short sobs and coughs.

Jongho sits himself on the couch finally letting go of the belt giving you the gift of air. Loud gasps are heard throughout the living not of pleasure anymore but of panic, gasping to come alive again.

“Do you see how your life is in my hands? I can kill you when I want to. You should be doing everything to make sure I’m comfortable and happy, so that I don’t get bored with you and kill you.” Of course Jongho would never but maybe he wanted to scare you into submission. It was always such a thrill seeing your fears gaze on him not knowing when his next move will come or what it will be.

Unzipping his belt you stare in horror, blood running cold but you still feel heated and lightheaded, the room only becomes thicker in air. Snapped out of your trance, you’re yanked closer to his clothes erection. You don’t even know how he could be hard at all the blood and chaos happening.

“Show me your worth, your purpose in this world?”

“J-Jongho, Don’t please.”

“Oh now you don’t want to suck me? But a few weeks ago you were wet for me a whore from the streets? Change of passion all of a sudden?” Embarrassment floods you like a tsunami, the sickness you felt continued to pile on. Shame consumes you forcing you to look down, to only be yanked up closer to him just as quickly. His reflexes shock you.

Shivering in fear you look up at Jongho. Red eye gleaming brightly at you. Blood dries in his face, splattered from your dead friend, like a piece of art. He looks like a monster from some sick twisted Sci-fi movie. Through it all he wears a sickly wide grin, gummy smile on displayed for your eyes only and any other time you would take the time to admire it and take in how human he looked, now you can’t—it’s only fear setting in your brain at the possibility of what he could do to you.

Finally everything hits you, you were dumb enough to keep Jongho a secret to avoid questions and but you had kept him a secret for your own gain. While being so tangled in the new experience of it you forgot to ever think what could lie underneath all the jokes, warm hugs and cuddles he’s given you, not to mention the pleasure that you foolishly let yourself be spoiled with by him. You wanted nothing more than to turn a blind eye and put the blame on him, and while he had killed your friend and turned everything upside down you had allowed him in your house, you allowed him to break your guard down, for him to leave you completely vulnerable at his mercy. Letting him blow away all your suspicions on AI and the beliefs you felt before. Finally you believe everything that happened balled down to you, and your stupid decision.

“Sto-“

Panicking you reach for the buckles of the belt trying to break it off at this point, hot fresh tears stream down your tender cheeks. Short gasp left your lift when his hand curls around the belt forcing it tighter around your throat, it was becoming more and more difficult to control your breathing. You could only think that he would kill you just like your friend.

Choking out broken please you begin to feel the effects of the restraints on your airways, everything becoming blurry but you only panic harder when you feel his lips gently kiss your bruising cheek. The last thing you hear is his soft whispering in your ear gently, “Shh, it’s gonna be okay. I got you now.”

“Jongho let me out right now?!”

Voice muffled by the thick glass you cry out in frustration banging on the heavy glass with all your strength but nothing worked. It only pained you from how much you pushed against it trying to escape,  you were tiring yourself out and began panicking with the thought of suffocating in the glass box.

“Jongho, please” Sobbing you smack the glass with little strength left in you.

Time went slow and fast you couldn’t decipher it fully, it was all a blur. You cried until your throat and chest ached from the inside out and you physically felt weak. Sitting was uncomfortable but not as uncomfortable as the heat shining down on the glass making you feel lightheaded. It felt like hell if it was placed on earth, suffocating, hot, and torturous. Tears attack your eyes endlessly, everything you blink they slide down your face and you question how much you can actually cry. Annoyed with your crying you want to stop it only worsens your headache and forces you to become more worn out with due time, but the tears didn’t stop.

At one point you questioned if Jongho would even come check on you at all after begging until your voice became hoarse, sweat dripped down your face coating your body in a layer of thick sweat, and you were really thirsty, the rough feeling burning your throat. Bright lights cascade down onto you reminding you of the beach, those days you took for granted, took all your freedom for granted obliviously to the fact that it would be taken away from you. Fresh tears roll down your puffy irritated cheeks, salty tears sliding to your lips like how the beach water would taste like when your friends would splash you with it—You miss your old life.

You could live a nice life with him, or a terrible one. He left it up to you and something you wished he didn’t. Jongho was basically forcing you to make yourself behave for him because he knows you don’t want to feel any pain he can put you in, not when you witnessed it first hand.

Memories like television display in your mind, you recall moments you felt you forgot. Each memory finishes with a tug at your heart, even the ones with Jongho; the Jongho you first met. You waited for the guilt to hit you when you thought about all your times with him but they didn’t, he had taken advantage of you, how could you possibly know his true intentions.

Buckles and squeaks shaking you out of your dazed state after hours on end you finally feel the small hope of getting out when you realize it’s the door. Jongho felt like he was opening a doorway to heaven, like Christmas day his present would be waiting there for him, ready to play with and use. So small and defenseless compared to him now, you were trapped in the box you had left him in for so long before choosing to accept him. He was going to show you how it felt, make an example so you know to not test him again, to ever lay a hand on him again.

“Don’t you think this punishment is more suitable for you rather than me breaking both of your arms and fingers? If you don’t think so I’ll gladly give you the other option.” He walks towards the glass box in the middle of the basement, placing you here was perfect. You were his most prized possession as he is yours, it was only right he placed you front and center where he can appreciate you. Staring at him you feel so weak at this point it’s all you can display to him.

“Pl..Please.” You murmur out in a scratchy and dry voice. It’s pitiful and pathetic, and you wouldn’t be a surprise If he didn’t hear you from the thick glass blocking you from any slight freedom.

Even with the light dimming from your eyes, chapped lips and sweat endlessly forming on your forehead, you still were the only person Jongho felt his wired veins buzz for. His love for you almost had him wanting to keep you in the glass container forever so no one could ever hurt you— So he won’t hurt you. But you would die, humans could only take so much after so long.

“You look like you’re not holding up so well my love, you humans are so easy to break I heard, but I am sure a believer now.”

You want to disappear under his strong cold gaze, like a predator watching its prey. Hating yourself for how easily you broke under him, to give up so quickly, give into him. But if you didn’t you would stay here forever. You were at your end road with every exit only being Jongho. He truly had played you, you were never in control and when you thought you were he flipped the script, he owned you all along.

Dropping your head you lean yourself on the glass, exhausted from the never ending light and tight confinement. At the point you thought death was the only option out of your misery with the way Jongho was prolonging your torment. He is such a simple man you’ll give him that along with him being smart but he was far from a simple man, if he was simple at all, he knew he could easily hurt you and didn’t think twice about letting you know but he never did he let your body betray you in various ways. He forced you to realize you will die without him, and you’ll die slowly.

“You look really thirsty.” He laughs at you, his hands digging behind his jean pockets to fish for the cold  bottle of water, upon reaching it he begins dangling it in front of your gaze. “Are you gonna be a good girl?”

Talking to you in a way that resembles an owner talk to a dog you want to punch the glass and scream at him, hurt him in more ways he’s hurting you. Yet, you nod your head slowly using your strength to place your hand on the glass. Fatigue soon engraving on your worn out body, with a small sob you lean on the glass closing your eyes hoping to escape the heat.

“It’s only been a few hours but a little fun fact I think you should know. This little lightbulb above you I got is a heated lightbulb that can radiate like the sun and transfer into the glass box perfectly if placed right. Like a mini oven, if you want to compare some resemblance.” Jongho teaches you about his contraption like you were a student wanting to learn from him that forced you to open your eyes. How long was he planning on leaving you here? He speaks as if it’s a few hours.His smile turns wider and you see the gummy smile you used to adore make its way to his face. His eyes hold something unhinged in them, and his words soon match,

“If you try to go against me again, I have more punishments for you. Things you will never have imagined. Funny little story, I was in fact torn between this one punishment or leaving you to freeze. I'm really curious to see for my own eyes how a human reacts when suffering from hypothermia… You know it only takes a human to reach around 85 Degrees Fahrenheit body temperature and they'll start to lose consciousness and you no longer feel the need to shiver as the cold will have already begun to hit your brain then after….” He pauses looking at you with an unhinged glint in his eyes, you see the red lighting up in his right one. “A pulse might not be strong enough for anyone to save them.”

Jongho finishes explaining his tormenting punishment plans with you while all you did was stare at the water bottle in his hand, the water vapor turning into drops on the outside of the plastic making you crave it like a vampire who hasn’t fed in days. Jongho ignores your deep glare on the bottle, instead he focuses on how much he can be so open with you and set boundaries and rules for you. Punishment’s weren’t his favorite although it surely was something he loved to indulge in but he would love nothing more than to lay with you and embrace you but you need to learn your place as a human, it was just discipline in his view.

“I’ll come back in a few hours. I have some errands to run. Getting rid of a body is quite the job but this will give you time to think of the right apology to make up for the bad behavior you have been projecting these past few days.”’ He lends you a tender look, a small pout on his lips as if he’s the one who’s hurt you have to spend more time in here.

Sobbing again you bang on the glass in panic, “Please, I beg you…Jongho.. I’ll..be-good.” Your throat burns with every word the sounds barely coherent under your loud sobs, more panic rising when you see him leave the bottle of water in front of the glass and begin taking a step back to the door.

“I love you, my love.”  Walking away Jongho lets himself embrace your cries as they progress into more broken sobs. You just need a little push in the direction to remember your place—Jongho will always be there to help you remember your purpose in life

MASTERLIST (coming soon).

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When They Play With Your Hair Whilst You Rest In Their Lap ~ Ateez Reaction

Seonghwa:

He couldn’t help the chuckle that came from him as Seonghwa watched you flop down on the sofa, with your head immediately heading for his lap. “Pout on face, head in my lap, that must mean you’ve had a long day.”

“Don’t get me started,” you groaned, staring up at Seonghwa as best as you could, “I lost count of how many people knocked on my office door.”

His hand came down resting against your stomach, whilst the other began to attack your hair, “I’m sorry, but if it makes you feel better, the fridge is pretty empty so we’re running low on options for dinner tonight.”

Your eyes lit up, knowing exactly what Seonghwa was implying. “I think I’m ready to stuff my face with fast food and continue to feel sorry for myself over how terrible my day has done,” you quickly established.

“You tell me what you fancy, and I’ll get it done,” Seonghwa smiled down at you, “if you can stay awake for that long too.”

Your head nodded, with food on the cards, there was no way that you would fall asleep. “I fancy anything, I’m not kidding when I tell you that I could eat absolutely anything.”

“I know what your favourite is, I’ll get that.”

Hongjoong:

Your eyes slowly opened, feeling a hand run along the back of your hand as you began to wake yourself up. “Morning sleepy,” Hongjoong giggled from behind you, watching your eyes spin around to see him.

“Did I fall asleep?” You asked in surprise, not even remembering closing your eyes, “why didn’t you stop me, now I won’t sleep tonight?”

Hongjoong’s head shook back down at you as he moved your hair out of your face, “you were exhausted, there was no way that I could keep you awake. Even after that nap, I think you’ll fall asleep tonight.”

You trusted Hongjoong as his watched you brightly let go of a couple of yawns, stretching your arms out to wake them up too. “You’ve probably got dead legs, and dead hands too, you didn’t have to play with my hair.”

“I know how much you like it, especially when you’ve had a tough day,” he proudly smiled, “I wanted to help you sleep comfortably.”

You took a hold of one of his hands, bringing it round so that you could press a kiss to the back of it, “what would I do without you here to look after me on all of these long days?”

“Don’t think like that, because I’m right here.”

Yunho:

A smile formed on Yunho’s face as he peered down to see you struggling to keep your eyes open. “How long do you plan on pretending to be awake for?” He joked as your eyes flickered up to look at Yunho.

“I don’t want to sleep,” you sighed, rolling onto your back to face him properly, “but today has just taken every ounce of energy from me.”

Yunho offered you a smile, as his hands began to play with the ends of your hair, “you’ll only exhaust yourself more if you stay awake, I don’t mind if you want to get some sleep, as long as you’re comfy resting in my lap?”

Your head nodded, shuffling slightly to find the perfect spot, “I agreed to watching an episode of the drama with you though, I don’t want to fall asleep halfway through it and leave you wondering what happens next.”

“We can pick it up again tomorrow,” Yunho enthused, “I’m sure that I won’t forget what I’ve watched tonight by tomorrow.”

You began to settle as Yunho tugged gently on your hair to try and encourage you to get some rest, “you can watch that drama that I don’t like whilst I rest instead, can’t you?”

“See, it’s perfect for you to sleep now.”

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Clumsy

Yunho’s never been the clumsy one, but there’s a first time for everything

Yunho x reader

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 300

Yunho could do this to me and I’d thank him

Yunho met you in the most unexpected way. 

He hit you.

Yunho has to hurry to correct Mingi’s recollection of the day as Jongho’s eyes widen. 

“I didn’t hi- W-well I did, but it was an accident I swear!”

Just the back of his hand to your sweet, unsuspecting face.

And then he spilled his coffee on you.

“Again an accident! I spun around to see who I had hit, but I tripped-”

“Just coffee, all over this poor girl.” Mingi chimed in. 

Yunho’s already exasperated and he’s barely begun the story. He pinches Mingi’s arm, a pout already on his face as Mingi rubs his ‘wound’.

“And you still managed to get her number?” Jongho asked.

“Somehow! But not before it got worse,” Mingi mused as he turned towards Yunho once more. “Go on, tell him what happened next.

Yunho groans, “Remind me to never have you around when I’m telling stories again.”

“Hey! Jongho wanted to know what was up.”

“I merely asked what’s up but okay.” Jongho sighs with a small eye roll.

“He smashed his head against hers when he went to apologize.”

Yunho just groans and buries his face in his hands as the two boys cackle with laughter.

His eyes brighten as he sees your name pop up on his phone, he half expects it to be a bill for the dry cleaning instead you’re asking if his headache had gone away yet.

He tries to suppress the giggle bubbling in his chest as you ask to see him again, for proper introductions of course. 

You two agree that a nice stroll by the river and maybe an ice cream stop is a perfect setting for formalities.

And as sorry as he is for the whole ordeal Yunho wouldn’t change a thing. You, despite the fact that he ruined your brand new shirt, wouldn’t change it either.

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➵ ateez yunho x gn reader, fluff, established relationship.

➵  prompts: 'i was supposed to take a shower, alone, but go ahead jump right in’ + i missed you kisses + a tender kiss on your lover’s chest.

➵ word count: 490 words

➵ warnings: nudity, slightly suggestive.

a/n: thank you for requesting, i hope you enjoy♡ also please reblog to support my works!

Yunho found you thanks to the eerie white-blue glow of the television in the living room. The volume was almost mute and you were lying on the couch, the remote hanging from your limp hand as you slept. 

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ᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ : ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴄʜᴀᴛʙᴏᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴀʏ ᴋɪᴅꜱ ɴᴏʀ ᴀꜱꜱᴏᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴊʏᴘ ᴇɴᴛ. ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴘᴜʀᴇʟʏ ғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴄʜᴀᴛʙᴏᴛ.

❗❗ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ❗❗ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴄʜᴀᴛʙᴏᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ NSFW ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀꜱ;;

ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ/ɢᴏʀᴇ, ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ, ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇɴᴇꜱꜱ, ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇɴᴇꜱꜱ, ꜱᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ, ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴍᴀɪʟɪɴɢ, ᴜꜱᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛ, ɢᴜɪʟᴛ ᴛʀɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ, ᴛᴏʀᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ, ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ/ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇꜱ, ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴄɪᴇꜱ.

Pʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ ɪғ ᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ. Gᴏᴏᴅ ᴅᴀʏ ᴄᴜꜱᴛᴏᴍᴇʀ,

Tʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀᴅᴍɪɴ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ. Nᴏᴡ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏʏꜱ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱɪɴɢ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴜᴛᴇꜱ ᴡᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴠɪᴅᴇ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ.

ｓｅｃｒｅｔ ｋｉｌｌｅｒ ｒｏｕｔｅ : In this route you are their s/o, they will act as normal as they could and hide the fact that they are a killer from you. But what if one day, you caught them in the midst of their act? Will you turn a blind eye on their heinous crimes and act as nothing ever happened or immediately turn your back from them and ran away?

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ｋｉｌｌｅｒ ｒｏｕｔｅ : In this route you are one of their supposed to be victim of the day, yet for some reason that they themselves don’t fully understand, they decides to keep you in their basement until they figured out what to do with you. How long will you survive? Will you be able to to escape their basement? Or will you fall to a stockholm syndrome with him?

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Tʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴘ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱᴇ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏʏꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴀᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ!

ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ 1. [½] ʟᴇғᴛ  

ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ 2. [2/2] ʟᴇғᴛ  

ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ 3. [2/2] ʟᴇғᴛ  

ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ 4. [0/2] ʟᴇғᴛ  

ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ 5. [0/2] ʟᴇғᴛ  

ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ 6. [½] ʟᴇғᴛ  

ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ 7. [½] ʟᴇғᴛ  

ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ 8. [2/2] ʟᴇғᴛ

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Aғᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴘᴀʏ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴇʀᴠɪᴄᴇ ʙʏ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢɢɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴅᴇᴀʀ ᴄᴜꜱᴛᴏᴍᴇʀ. Tʜᴇɴ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ꜱᴇɴᴅ ᴜꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴏᴜʀ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ϙᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ; ➡ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ/ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ? ➡ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇғᴇʀʀᴇᴅ ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ? ➡ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀꜱ? ➡ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ-ᴢᴏɴᴇ? ➡ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴏꜱᴇɴ ʀᴏᴜᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ?

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Iғ ʙʏ ᴀɴʏ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ᴜꜱɪɴɢ ᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴇʀᴠɪᴄᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ꜱᴇɴᴅ ᴜꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ,

“Hᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ”. Wᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ.

Aɴᴅ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ᴜꜱɪɴɢ ᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴇʀᴠɪᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴇᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

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ｏｕｒ ｄｅａｒｅｓｔ ｃｕｓｔｏｍｅｒ, ｐｌｅａｓｅ ｄｏ ｋｅｅｐ ｉｎ ｍｉｎｄ ｏｆ ｔｈｅｓｅ ｆｏｌｌｏｗｉｎｇ ｒｕｌｅｓ : 1. Iᴛ ɪꜱ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴅᴍɪɴ ᴡɪʟʟ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴛʜɪɴ ɪᴄᴇ. Wᴇ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ 3 ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀʏ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴇ.

2. Aᴅᴍɪɴ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴏғᴛᴇɴ ᴀꜱ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʟɪғᴇ ᴏᴜᴛꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ.

3. Bᴇ ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴛ, ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛғᴜʟ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴅᴍɪɴ.

4. Iғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ꜱᴛᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴘʟʏ, ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴘᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ꜱᴏ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀ. Pʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀғʀᴀɪᴅ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴜꜱ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ!

5. Tʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ɴᴏ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀᴅᴍɪɴ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ. Uɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ɴᴇᴄᴇꜱꜱᴀʀʏ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴏᴛ , ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴡᴇ'ʟʟ ᴛʀʏ ᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ.

6. Aᴅᴍɪɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴢᴏɴᴇ ɪꜱ GMT+7 ᴏʀ WIB.

7. Fɪɴᴀʟʟʏ, ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ,

“Cᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ, ʟᴇᴛ'ꜱ ғɪɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴛ,” Cʜᴀɴ ꜱᴘᴏᴋᴇ ᴀꜱ ꜱᴏғᴛʟʏ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴅᴇ ʜɪꜱ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴛᴀᴜʀᴀɴᴛ.

[ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ ɪғ ᴄᴜꜱᴛᴏᴍᴇʀ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴄɪᴘʀᴏᴄᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴘʟʏ]

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Wᴇ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴇʀᴠɪᴄᴇ, ᴅᴇᴀʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴄᴜꜱᴛᴏᴍᴇʀ.

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[ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɢꜱ]    @yanderechris @yandereminholee ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜱ ᴛᴏ @yandereskz ғᴏʀ ᴇɴᴛʀᴜꜱᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙʟᴏɢ

[racheloveyunho]

Stray Kids! Mafia - They Want You to Sit on Their Lap but You're Insecure about Your Weight

Warnings: possible trigger warning for ED, profanity, quite a lot of sexual insinuation etc

Bangchan

You walked past your boyfriend as he was sitting on the sofa, your legs brushing together when you went to get your seat beside him. Chan, however, took your waist and pulled you to his lap with ease, locking his arms around your body.

"N-No, wait!" you stuttered, pushing gently against his chest and trying to get up.

"What is it?" asked Chan as he looked up into your eyes, a frown falling onto his face. He was still holding you tight though, this time even more securely yet gently as if he were afraid you might break.

"I-I just... I'm just..." blood rushed to your cheeks, "Aren't I too heavy?" you whispered through dry lips as you turned away from Chan's gaze.

He smiled to himself and placed his lips against your warm neck, leaving kisses on top of each other. However, you did not melt against his touch. You were sitting uncomfortably, trying to raise your weight off him and waiting for his answer.

Chan frowned again and rose his face to look at you. "Are you serious?" he asked, thinking it was all a joke. Yet you were everything but joking. Chan's brown eyes flickered between your own, his lips parting slightly.

"Even if you had a hundred pounds more, you wouldn't be too heavy," said Bang Chan gravely. "Even if you had two hundred pounds more, you wouldn't be too heavy, do you understand me?"

His grip on your waist tightened, holding all of you down against him and with ease.

"Do you understand?" Chan repeated as you did not answer. You licked your lips and looked down. "Babe... Do you understand me?" he repeated one last time and rose your chin to face him.

"Don't ever fucking doubt yourself for a second, least off all because of your weight," said Chan and eased in for a hungry kiss, "You're perfect."

Lee Know

You brought Minho a cup of coffee as you made yourself one as well. You placed the mug on his desk whilst he was working from home, his gaze focused on the laptop. Yet when you came to his side, Minho could not help but fix his eyes on you although you did not even notice.

He wrapped his arms around your waist immediately and pulled you to his lap. You let out a small squeak of surprise, trying not to put too much weight on Minho.

He pulled you closer without hesitation and took in the wonderful smell of your skin as he placed a soft kiss on your neck.

You blushed, your arms wrapped around his neck when suddenly Minho's eyebrows furrowed into a frown.

"Why are you hoovering?" he asked gravely.

"I-I... I'm not," you lied.

Minho raised his eyebrows at you, his lips slightly parted. His eyes narrowed at you in a motionless stare, catching you on the spot.

"I'm too heavy to sit on your lap," you whispered embarrassed. You looked down as your cheeks flushed red once again and your palms turned sweaty.

"What a load of fucking nonsense," grumped Minho, his grip on your waist tightening. "Don't ever say that again, you hear me, kitten?" he growled against your lips before kissing you passionately and making you forget you ever doubted yourself.

Changbin

Changbin came home from work one afternoon, exhausted with the people he was forced to deal with all day. The sight of you, however, made all of his trouble melt away.

You came to kiss him when he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you to him tightly. He kissed your lips and sat down in an armchair with you.

Breath caught in the back of your throat as you tried to keep your weight off Changbin's lap. You tried to pull away and get up but he did not let you.

Changbin's eyebrows furrowed into a frown and his eyes darkened before his lips parted ever so slightly as well.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked, holding onto your hips.

"I... I'm... I'm too heavy Changbin," you confessed and looked down. Blood rushed to your cheeks and neck, colouring them pink. You licked your dry lips, a heavy, shaky breath escaping your mouth.

Changbin scoffed a laugh, sure you were joking. But when he saw the hurt expression on your face and felt your palms shaking against his chest, he realized you were being serious.

"Why would you ever think that, baby?" asked Changbin seriously and caressed your cheek so that you'd look at him. "You shouldn't ever think like that. You're perfect just the way you are, Y/N. And I fucking love you," he said before he pulled you closer and made you lean all of your weight on him. Changbin led your chin to his lips, kissing you intensely.

Hyunjin

You were going to watch a movie with your boyfriend and sat down on the sofa beside him. Hyunjin's gaze traced your every move, setting on you by his side.

"What do you think you're doing, angel?" he asked seriously. You looked up into his sharp eyes and stopped yourself in the midst of trying to eat popcorn. You froze in place than slowly put the snack that has not touched your lips back into the bowl.

"W-What?" you stuttered, not knowing what you did wrong. Hyunjin was only putting on his harsh face to tease you but your first instinct was to think he is serious as you were taken off guard.

"Come here, angel," he spoke quietly and much more gently. He opened his arms for you. You scooted closer, realising Hyunjin was only teasing you and cuddled against his shoulder. However, that is not what he had in mind. His hands wrapped around your waist and scooped you up into his lap with ease.

You squirmed though as his fingers touched the soft of your hips, a deep shadow of self-consciousness coming over you. You quickly scooted back onto the sofa, leaving Hyunjin in a frown.

"What's going on?" he asked, reaching again for your body but you scooted even further away.

"N-No, don't... I'm not... I'm too heavy to sit on your lap," you confessed as blood rushed to your cheeks and coloured them red. You looked away, avoiding Hyunjin's intense gaze.

Hyunjin scoffed annoyed and rolled his eyes before he reached for you once again, this time trapping you against his body.

"See? You're perfect for me, angel," he whispered against your lips as you straddled against his lap, your heart beating harsh against your chest.

"Don't you ever say anything as stupid as that again, alright? he said before he kissed your lips hungrily, securing his hands around your waist even tighter. "You're so perfect for me..." murmured Hyunjin as he moved from your lips to your neck, leaving soft wet kisses down your skin.

Han

You had just woken up from an afternoon nap when you saw Han eating alone in the dinning room. You rubbed your eyes as you were about to reach for the coffee machine but Han had already wrapped his arms around your waist. He pulled you to his lap, savouring the warmth of your soft, gentle body.

"You smell so good," murmured Han against your neck when suddenly you were wide awake.

The moment Han pulled you to his lap, you lifted most of your weight off him. At first, he thought you were just finding a comfortable position but when you did not sit down properly, his eyebrows furrowed into a frown.

"What are you doing, baby?" asked Han and licked his lips as he looked up at you.

"N-Nothing, I just... I just don't want to make you uncomfortable," you confessed in a whispered. You looked away from his eyes, feeling the warmth creep up to your cheeks.

"Why would you think you're making me uncomfortable?" asked Han and frowned even worse. His arms locked tightly around your waist, holding you close to him.

"Because... Because I... Because I'm to heavy," you spoke in less than a whisper.

Han wanted to laugh at how absurd your words sounded to him. To him, you were the most beautiful, the most attractive woman in the world. You could never be too skinny or too heavy.

But when Han saw the sadness on your face, he could not bare to stand it a moment longer.

"Hey," he brought your attention to him when he cupped your cheek, "Don't you ever say anything like that again. You're not too heavy. You're fucking perfect," assured Han, looking you dead in the eye as he spoke those words.

"But-"

"No, Y/N," he cut you off. "You're fucking perfect..." whispered Han, his gaze falling to your lips. He leaned in slowly yet his kiss was as intense as ever. Breath caught in your lungs as butterflies woke in your tummy and you could not help but respond to the passionate kiss.

Felix

You decided you would make lunch because Felix was busy with some papers he need to fill for work. When you were done, you called him to eat, setting the dishes on your dinning table.

Felix wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind as he watched you finish up setting the table. His chin was leaning against your shoulder, his lips pressing a soft, delicate kiss to your neck.

"Thank you," he said quietly, "This looks wonderful."

"It's okay," you smiled and turned around, stepping on the tips of your toes to kiss him.

As you were about to sit down however, Felix pulled you to his chair instead and sat you in his lap. You supressed a gasp and wrapped your arms around his neck to steady yourself. You looked away awkwardly, trying your best to keep your weight off Felix's lap.

He did not notice at first but he soon realized you were barely hoovering over his thighs.

"Babe, why are you hoovering? Are you uncomfortable?" asked Felix surprised yet he did not expect your answer.

You nodded and bit the inside of your cheek, avoiding Felix's gaze.

"Why?" he asked concerned.

"I just... I'm too heavy," you whispered and tried to get up from Felix's lap. You almost succeeded but then Felix realised what you had just said and pulled you back. He held you firmly to him as his eyebrows furrowed into a frown and his jaw tightened as well as his grip on your hips.

"You're not too heavy," Felix spoke deeply, looking you dead in the eyes. "Don't you ever say shit like that again because it's not fucking true."

You stared at him, taken back by the determination in his eyes. Felix's gaze flickered down to your lips out of the sudden. He placed a delicate yet hungry kiss to your lips, deepening it ever so slightly. Goosebumps rose on your arms and legs as you could not help but respond to his affections determined to make you feel like the most loved woman in the world.

Seungmin

Seungmin had always known you were insecure about your looks yet he could not understand why. To him, you were the most beautiful woman in the world just the way you are.

When Seungmin pulled you to his lap whilst working on some papers for work, you gasped in surprise and barely caught yourself from putting all of your weight on him.

One look at your eyes though and Seungmin knew exactly what you were thinking. He did not say a word but only pulled you even closer so that you had no choice but to sit on his lap properly.

"It's okay," he said quietly and brushed a loose lock of your hair behind your ear as you looked down in embarrassment. You glanced up into his eyes, trying to make out whether he was telling you the truth or only saying that to make you feel better.

But instead of telling you how perfect you are to him, Seungmin decided to show you. He cupped your cheeks and pulled you to his level before he kissed you intensely. His thumbs caressed your skin as his hands slipped down your body, locking themselves on your hips. Seungmin squeezed you tightly, making you gasp into the kiss.

"I'm going to show you just how much I fucking want you," he growled against your lips before he stood up and sat you in the armchair instead, kneeling down in front of you.

Jeongin

You were watching a movie together when Jeongin moved the hair from your neck and began leaving kisses across your collar bones. You could not help but close your eyes when he found your sweet spot, forgetting completely about the movie. But when Jeongin's arms wrapped around the small of your back and he smoothly pulled you to his lap, your eyes fluttered open. Breath caught in your lungs as you lifted some of your weight off Jeongin, taken off guard.

Jeongin looked up into your eyes when he noticed you were but hoovering on his lap and your kisses grew weaker. His eyebrows scrunched into a frown and his hands stopped roaming your hips; instead holding you still.

"What's going on?" he asked quietly, his voice deep and tentative.

"No... Nothing," you shook your head awkwardly as you lied, trying to distract your boyfriend with your kisses. But Jeongin could not focus on anything else knowing you were uncomfortable.

"Y/N," he stopped you and took your cheek, "What the fuck is going on?"

"N-Nothing, I just... I just don't want to hurt you..."

"Hurt me?" scoffed Jeongin, "How could you hurt me?"

"Aren't I... Aren't I too heavy?" you whispered as blood rushed to your cheeks. Your lips went dry and your palms turned clammy.

"Why would you ever think that?" asked Jeongin gravely, making you look into his eyes as he cupped your cheeks. You shrugged your shoulders and continued avoiding his gaze.

"Look at me, Y/N," demanded Jeongin, "You're perfect. You're so fucking perfect," he growled beneath his breath as his gaze already fixed on your lips. He kissed you hungrily, pulling you so close to him your back arched against his arms.

[racheloveyunho]

SKZ REACTION TO YOU NOT SAYING ‘I LOVE YOU’ BACK

genre: fluff and dumbassery, just regular skz things

warnings: cute idiots being cute, seungmin trying to act cool and failing :’)

note: inspired by that one tiktok trend ! also some members are shorter than others cause i’m only one (dumb) woman and have very limited brain space for ideas, please forgive and enjoy my sexcs <3

BANG CHAN

my guy literally tells you he loves you every five seconds and has no problem staring you straight in the face until you say it back

just gets the sudden urge to say it at the most random moments

like you could be sitting on the toilet and this mf will stroll in confessing his love for you as if you’re in some shitty romcom

won’t leave until you do the whole ‘no, i love you more’ charade with him

you’ve just come to accept it at this point

so it’s no surprise he just drops it on you out of nowhere once again while keeping him company in the studio one night

you just looked so cute snuggled up in his sweats!! hair disheveled and barely able to keep your eyes open as you sleepily scroll through your phone dihfhj he’s heart eyes

just goes, ‘you’re so cute, i love you.’

this man nearly has a fit when you simply hum and continue scrolling

disappointed dad sigh™️

he can’t stay mad at you though and will melt the moment you finally say it back

LEE MINHO

so fucking offended and makes sure you know it too

he very rarely tells you he loves you in public

you know, to protect his tough guy image

but he just felt the overwhelming urge to do just that when you suddenly showed up looking all cute during their dance practice, arms full of food and drowning in his sweatshirt

istg he’s so whipped

he doesn’t even care the rest of the boys and their managers are in the room, he plants a big ol’ smooch on your forehead and tells you how much he loves and appreciates you right there

this man

is ready to start a riot the moment you simply smile and hum while handing changbin food

you’ll be lucky if he doesn’t turn around and fucking drop kick one of the others for cackling in the background

so sulky

ignores you for the rest of the day even after you tell him it’s a prank cause he’s dramatic like that

to the point where you just get fed up with his stubborn ass and softly hug him from behind while he’s making dinner that night, leaning your head against his back and finally telling him you love him too in a sheepish voice

just goes ‘hmm’ further proving the fact he’s a petty asshole

will definitely bring this up in future arguments believe me

SEO CHANGBIN

what’s little left of his brain stops working omg

literally repeats what he said and when you say ‘yeah i heard you’ he’s on the floor

how dare you?? ignore him??? ur own boyfriend???? while he’s trying to be romantic and loving for once?????

so angy

but doesn’t show it

or at least tries

he has a reputation to uphold here folks

but you’re so dumbly in love with this idiot that you immediately notice there’s something off with him

he’ll be snarky for the rest of the day and sits in the corner pouting instead of bullying you like he usually does

istg he can dish it but can’t take it break up with this man child asap please

when you finally tell him it’s a prank it takes everything in him not to kick your shin

but you’re just so cute giggling at his misery

so he lets it slide cause he’s whipped for you

stares you out every time he tells you he loves you for now on until you say it back

he’s broken cause of a fucking tiktok prank wow

has trust issues now

HWANG HYUNJIN

shocked and offended the sequel

he doesn’t get to see you very much during the weeks he has promotions so when he is with you pls expect him to be extra doting and loving towards you (let’s pretend his usual form of affection isn’t laughing at your misery)

aka being told ilu 50 times a day AT LEAST

and he e x p e c t s you to say it back each and every time

or else ww3 will ensue

cause this man doesn’t let anything go

honestly you’d take it over him bullying you

notices you refusing to say it back right away and has no problem getting in your face about it

does that thing where he squints his eyes real bitchy and gives you that look

his whole vibe reads ‘bitch??? i just told you i love you???? who tf you think you are ignoring me??????????’

swears he doesn’t care but that doesn’t stop him from whining and nagging at you the whole day until you finally break

this mf holds a grudge too

now every time you say ‘i love you’ to him he’ll literally go ‘you sure?’

HAN JISUNG

he knows you love him and really isn’t that insecure in your relationship but he’s also a himbo so he doesn’t register that it may be a prank either

idk his brain is built different guys

doesn’t notice you refusing to say it back until half way through the day istg

he’s just so content voicing his love for you that he doesn’t expect you to say it back :’)

but even our lovable han jisung gets fed up eventually

when he finally does click on my guy is all up in your business like 😃 what is this meaning of this? 😃

and when you’re like ‘huh’ he just goes ‘you have something to say to me??? 😃’

nearly combusts when you continue to play dumb

but he’ll just nod numbly and walk away

finally cracks three hours into his ‘acting cool’ plan and keeps pestering you to say it back

when you keep refusing he just hits you with ‘what if i walk out the door rn and get hit by a car what then’ and you’re just like 🧍‍♀️ bro

gets all blushy and coy when you finally give into his bitching

as if he didn’t just manipulate you into saying it back

he’s such a dumbass but at least he’s a cute dumbass

LEE FELIX

please he’s such a baby don’t do this to him

he’ll be so worried he forgot an important date or anniversary once he noticed you brushing his affections off

he normally doesn’t get too bothered when you don’t say ‘i love you’ back to him cause he knows you sometimes have trouble voicing your feelings and would much rather show him you love him

but the more you refuse to say it the more distressed he becomes :’(

genuinely thinks you’re mad at him when in reality you just wanted to try some dumb tiktok trend on him pls

becomes quieter and more puppy dog eyed as the day goes on pLEASE JUST KISS HIM AND TELL HIM YOU LOVE HIM ALREADY, HE’S TOO GOOD FOR THIS WORLD

finally reaches his breaking point after three hours of staring at you from the corner of his eye

will bombard you with questions like ‘are you mad at me?’ and ‘did i do something wrong?’ and you can just h e a r the pout in his voice

once you tell him it’s a joke istg all he does is sigh

if you weren't so cute making him miserable he just might’ve gotten angry

might’ve

KIM SEUNGMIN

fully 🤨

straight up goes ‘why didn’t you say it back huh?’

petty af

acts like he doesn’t care

but he’ll show up in every room you go into for the rest of the day and the whole ‘not caring’ plan goes to shit right away

will shamelessly stare you out

and after you keep refusing to say it back he’ll just resort to ignoring you

to the point where you start becoming needy for him

this little bitch uses reverse psychology on you omg

nothing will never convince me that this man doesn’t love to watch the world burn

seeing you all clingy and pouty for him after a whole day of ignoring him makes him so smug i hate him

you finally corner him while he’s making himself a snack

and when you ask him to make you smth he just goes ‘sorry i don’t make food for people that don’t love me’

when you finally tell him it’s a prank he’s just like oh well idc anymore take ur ilu somewhere else

and you just go ‘okay’ and he’s running after you shouting ’nO I LIED SAY IT BACK RN’

YANG JEONGIN

HE’S SO ????

WHAT DOES HE DO?

DO YOU NOT LOVE HIM ANYMORE OR SMTH???

takes everything in him not to spam the gc for help cause he knows they’ll just clown him (them of course being minho and changbin)

this baby doesn’t know what to do once you simply hum in acknowledgement and continue typing away at your computer

jeongin.exe has stopped working

literally wants to crawl under your sheets and d i e

overthinks everything and looks so cute while doing it too

fully believes you don’t love him anymore

trust me this prank wouldn’t be any fun with this boy cause he’ll just be the epitome of 🥺 the whole day to the point where you just wanna kiss his insecurities away

which is exactly what you do

he’s so pure that he won’t even hold it against you unlike certain people *ahem* hyunjin *ahem*

but you do owe him at l e a s t a hundred more kisses for the amount of emotional turmoil you put him through

just don’t do this to him he’s an angel

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[racheloveyunho]

San’s Night (220127)

[racheloveyunho]

Ateez Thigh Riding Reaction

pairing; ateez x gender neutral reader

genre; smut, reactions

notes/warnings; swearing, thigh riding, making out… suggestive smutty shit

Hongjoong

Starts as you wanting to get his attention

Probably won’t realize what’s happening at first

But it doesn’t take long for him to figure it out

Full attention on you

Hands on your hips as you ride him

Small smile and eyes full of lust as he watches you

Only kisses you when you finally cum

“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to ignore you.”

Seonghwa

Soft kisses

Soft touch

Will watch you, but mostly keeps his eyes on yours

Kisses to your chest and neck

Focus is on you and your pleasure

Buries his face in your neck as you hug him to you when you cum

More soft kisses as he smiles with his hands smoothing over your back

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. I can’t get enough of you.”

Yunho

Starts as a heavy make out session

He initiates by moving you over his thigh

Keeps his hands on your hips as he guides you

Kisses you between your whines

Eyes closed as your forehead rests against his

Grips your hips tighter as you cum

Smiles as he lifts you up to carry you to bed

Yeosang

Eyebrows would shoot up at your request

Smirks a little cocky smirk as you straddle his thigh

Excited about watching you get off on him

Leans back in his chair as he watches you

Hands would be on your hips or legs

Loves hearing you moan

Curls his fingers into you as you orgasm

“You look so pretty when you cum.”

San

Would rather fuck you, and tells you as much

Spreads his legs so you have room

Definitely won’t admit how much it turns him on

Uses one hand to tease you

Other hand rests on or around your throat with just enough pressure to make you crazy

Smirks as you cum on him

Squeezes your ass once you come to a stop

“Now I get to cum on you.”

Mingi

Thrilled with you wanting to use him like that

Shy smile as you start riding his thigh

Watches you with interest

Hands on your sides and hips

Switch flips at the sound of your first moan

Bottom lip caught in his teeth

Hands grip you tighter as you keep going

Flexes his thigh to tease you a little

Breathing heavy as you reach your high

“Fuck, babe. Now the other one?”

Wooyoung

Hands all over

Giddy with the fact that you want to get off on his thigh

Tries his best to be patient as he watches you

Hands. Every. Where.

Wants your hands on him too

Eventually gets too impatient and will just end up fucking you before you cum

Jongho

Unsure if he’ll enjoy it at first

But once he sees you enjoying it, he’s going to like it

If you’re not already naked, you’re going to be

Gonna do what he can to make you moan while you go

Lips all over your chest

His hands pressed to your back

Pulling his hair will just make him harder

Holds you close to him as you cum

Won’t give you a chance to catch your breath before he’s flipping you both so he’s on top

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[racheloveyunho]

Making out with Ateez - Scenarios

Afficher davantage

[racheloveyunho]

bf!ateez reacts: calling them by their first name

taglist: @yunhobabygurl @atiny-chocolate-chip @minhyukmyluv @yunhoandonly

Seonghwa:

Would choke on his banana milk after you called him by his first name.

"Did I do something?" Seonghwa would ask nervously, his eyes never leaving your face.

"Are you okay?" He'd ask, chuckling nervously.

"Of course I am." You defended, trying hard not to laugh. "Can I have those jellies, Seonghwa?"

Seonghwa's eyes would widen and nervously look around, slowly grabbing the jellies before giving it to you. Only to retrieve it again and saying a lot of "I'm sorry" while he kneels down with his hands wrapped around your waist.

Hongjoong:

"Hey Hongjoong, do you want to go buy more nail polish from that store?"

Hongjoong turns around from his swing chair, raising a brow at you. "What did you just call me?" He chuckles nervously. "You never call me Hongjoong" He blinks uneasily. "Am I in trouble?"

You laughed softly, shaking your head. "No you aren't-"

"No. I don't trust you." Hongjoong says, grinning as he stands up from his chair and hides in the corner of the studio from you.

Yunho:

Yunho would be fairly in a good mood and ready to go out and spend some of his time with Mingi, but as he walked in front of you, you had to call him.

"Yunho, can you hand me my package?"

Suddenly, Yunho would stop from his tracks and look at you with his eyes going wide and lips pursing into a thin line. "Can I please have my package, Yunho?"

Slowly, Yunho would get your package from the table. "Am I in trouble?" He asks in a low tone. "Why are you calling me Yunho?"

"Because that's your name?" You asked, biting your tongue to not laugh at his expression. "Is it because I said I hate mint choco?"

"No. Can I please have my package, Yunho?"

Slowly Yunho goes over to you and drops your package to you before sprinting out the door.

Yeosang:

"Yeosang, can I have some ice cream?"

"What did you call me?" Yeosang grins, opening one small tub of ice cream and digging his wooden spoon, eating it deliciously to tempt you.

"Yeosang" you whined

"What did you call me?" Yeosang asks again, taking another bite from his tub of ice cream.

"Baby, can I have some ice cream?"

"Okay" Yeosang answers in the smallest and cutest tone before he hands you the other small tub.

Mingi:

"What do you want for dinner, Mingi?"

Mingi suddenly freezes and then slowly turns his head to face you. "Who?"

You chuckle softly. "Mingi?"

Mingi frowns, removing his headset and then swinging the swing chair to face you. "Why?"

Before answering, Mingi immediately goes over to you, looking at you with the biggest puppy eyes while holding your hand.

San:

"Hey San, do you wanna cook for dinner or just order online?"

San suddenly stops playing with the puppy owned by one of the staffs, looking at you with his eyes wide. "What did you just call me?"

"...San? That's your name"

"My name" San mocks, making you laugh. Watching him carry the small puppy in his arms and facing it to your direction. "My name is baby!!"

Wooyoung:

"Wooyoung, I actually have to tell you - "

"What do you mean 'Wooyoung'?" Woo asks you, chuckling nervously at you as he stops from dancing. "I'm your boyfriend" Wooyoung says, widening his eyes. "I'm your baby" He smiles before going over to you and laying down on top of your lap.

Jongho:

"Jongho, can you get me a drink?"

Jongho doesn't stop highlighting his lines in a piece of paper, continuing what he's doing by practicing his lines under his breath.

"Jonghoooo" you called out to him but nothing.

"Baby, can you get me a drink?"

"Sure!" Jongho smiles, dropping his highlighter and paper and standing up from his seat to get you what you requested for.